Trash Affinity? No-Genius

When the global countdown hit zero, humanity was instantly teleported into a brutal, frozen wasteland. The system's rule was absolute: keep your campfire burning, or be permanently erased from existence. While others arrived in thin pajamas to freeze in the sub-zero wind, I had spent my final hours on Earth preparing, bringing a full survival pack and a cordless chainsaw. By unlocking a hidden inventory system, I endured back-breaking labor to chop down ancient pines, hoarding over a hundred units of life-saving wood. But when I offered to trade my surplus for coal and blueprints, the public chat completely turned on me. "You selfish monster! You're hoarding resources while people are dying!" They cursed me as a ruthless pariah, demanding I hand over my hard-earned fuel for free to save strangers who hadn't prepared at all. I watched the survivor count plummet from a thousand to barely three hundred in just four days, listening to the agonizing screams echoing across the ice. I couldn't understand why they felt entitled to the results of my blood and exhaustion, expecting my compassion to warm them while I froze. With the inhuman howls from the dark forest growing louder, any lingering sympathy in me completely died. I calmly blocked the public channel, tossed another piece of coal into my roaring fire, and opened my private messages to build my own fortress.

I woke up in another woman's body at the worst moment of her life. Drugged. Humiliated. Dragged before the entire Moonlight Gala. My fiancé, Alpha Heir Arlin Carlisle, slapped me in front of hundreds of werewolf nobles and accused me of sleeping with his crippled, wolfless royal brother, Prince Dante. My stepsister Jaylin cried beside him like an innocent angel. "She didn't mean to betray you," she sobbed. But I knew the truth. She had poisoned me, thrown me into another man's bed, and tried to steal my engagement, my title, and my future as Luna. They expected me to cry. To beg. To accept my disgrace. Too bad the real Celena was already dead. And the soul inside this body belonged to a battlefield surgeon and forensic doctor who had survived wars, corpses, and blood. So I took a silver lancet, pierced my own finger, and proved in front of everyone that I had been drugged. Then I looked my Alpha fiancé in the eye and annulled our engagement myself. But my revenge had only begun. To bury the scandal, the Alpha King ordered me to marry Prince Dante-the "dying" cripple everyone mocked. They thought it was a punishment. They were wrong. Because I soon discovered Dante was not weak. He was poisoned. Hiding. Waiting. And I was the only woman who could cure him. Now my enemies want me broken. My new husband wants to use me. But I have my own plan. I will heal the cursed prince, take back my power, and make every person who laughed at me kneel.

Callie thought her two-year marriage to Jaime, a wealthy and gentle CEO, was a perfect sanctuary. That was until a late-night call from the NYPD shattered her world. Her husband was being questioned at a hotel where a male escort had just died. Rushing home, she didn't find a grieving man, but caught him in his study intimately entangled with the dead escort's friend. When confronted, Jaime didn't apologize. He coldly admitted he was gay and their marriage was just a sham for his inheritance. To keep her quiet, his wealthy family threatened to cut off the life-support funds for her comatose mother unless she got pregnant immediately to kill the PR scandal. When his lover later tried to sexually assault Callie in her own hallway, she fought back and struck him in self-defense. Jaime walked in, but instead of protecting his wife, he slapped her hard across the face. "You're so desperate for a man, you'll attack my guest?" She had endured the public humiliation, the cruel blackmail, and even survived a horrific car crash just to keep her mother alive. Yet, watching her husband comfort the man who just tried to violate her, she felt a chilling emptiness. Every moment of their marriage was a sickening lie. Wiping the blood from her bruised lip, the last chain of her submission finally snapped. She locked herself in the guest room and picked up her phone. She was going to accept the help of the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who had saved her life, and she was getting out tonight.

"Wake up, you wolfless trash!" My half-sister slapped me hard across the face, snatching the glowing moonstone token from my neck. "I'm going to the Royal Court to be the Queen! Enjoy your cursed, monstrous Alpha!" Watching her arrogant sneer, I had to bite my lip so hard it bled just to stop myself from laughing out loud. She had been reborn, just like me. She thought stealing my token meant stealing my glorious destiny as the Alpha King's Luna. What she didn't know was that the golden palace was a slaughterhouse. In my past life, the King ruthlessly pinned me to the freezing floor and forced poisoned wine down my throat, watching me die in agony just to use me as a disposable meat shield for his true love. If my sister wanted to rush to her death, I would gladly hold the door for her. I faked terrified sobs as my family tossed me like garbage into the Blackwood Pack's carriage. I was forced to marry Alpha Kaelen-a man rumored to be a violent, cursed lunatic raising three feral, adopted pups. Everyone waited for his beast to tear me apart on our wedding night. Instead, the towering, icy Alpha stood miles away from my side of the bed. "I don't need a mate, and I will never touch you," he warned coldly. "You are only here to be a nanny to my boys. Do not harbor any foolish romantic fantasies." I bowed my head submissively. "I understand, Alpha." I didn't need his love. I only planned to use my past-life knowledge to cure his deadly curse, tame his three future-apex-predator sons, and ruthlessly crush his toxic, arrogant relatives to turn his pack into my own untouchable empire. But things didn't go exactly according to my plan. When I effortlessly turned his "feral" pups into fiercely loyal sons, and publicly stripped his vicious stepmother of her power... the icy tyrant completely lost his mind. The man who swore he would never touch me suddenly cornered me in the dead of night. His eyes burned with a feral, unhinged obsession as his massive, trembling frame trapped me against the wall. Like a desperate believer, he buried his face in my neck, his voice impossibly hoarse: "Elara... I'll give you my life. Just don't look at anyone else, please?"

After being kidnapped for years and finally rescued, five-year-old Izzy thought she was going home to her wealthy biological family. But when the social worker brought her to the freezing bus station, her biological father, Conrad, didn't even get out of his Mercedes. He took one look at her tangled hair and worn-out shoes, his lip curling in disgust. "I have a real family now. I'm not disrupting my life for this." He drove away, leaving her choking on his exhaust fumes. When her rough, grease-stained uncle Bryan forcefully brought her to the family mansion, things only got worse. Her biological mother refused to touch her, complaining that she smelled like a dumpster. Her half-sister Katelynn pushed her to the ground, making her bleed, and framed her for stealing. Instead of helping, Conrad roared at Izzy, calling her a wild animal and threatening to throw her back onto the streets. Izzy stood there shivering in her oversized rags, watching them stand together in a perfect, unbroken circle. She didn't understand why her own blood looked at her like she was a monster, or why they were so eager to throw a traumatized child back into the dark. But what her wealthy family didn't know was that Izzy had a secret: she could hear plants talking. And the greenhouse orchids were screaming at their cruelty. So, she climbed onto their expensive coffee table, pointed at her mechanic uncle, and made her choice. "I don't want Conrad to be my daddy. I want Uncle Bryan." She walked out of that loveless mansion forever, ready to follow the whispers of an old apple tree in her new backyard—a tree that was about to guide her to a buried fortune of gold.

I’m the girl from the trailer park who married the coldest billionaire on Wall Street. To the world, I’m a lucky gold-digger. To Gustavus English, I’m just a $2 million "service fee" and a human shield to keep his board of directors from tearing him apart. The morning after he treated our intimacy like a cold business transaction, he threw a check at my face and called me a mistake. He didn't know that behind my "frightened doe" act, I was a finance genius at Columbia secretly shorting his company’s stock to destroy him from the inside. The humiliation was relentless. He forced me into expensive suits that made me look like a pathetic doll and paraded me in front of paparazzi to boost his stock price. Then his brother, Caspian, arrived—the man who laughed while bulldozing the orphanage of my childhood. Caspian recognized me, whispering threats of exposure while his eyes stripped me bare. "Don't method act with me, hillbilly. You aren't my wife," Gustavus hissed, pinning me against a marble wall. I felt the burning injustice of being a bought asset, trapped between a husband who despised me and a brother-in-law who wanted to break me. I was a victim playing a dangerous game, waiting for the right moment to strike. But at a high-stakes family dinner, the power struggle turned lethal. To stop his family from seizing his billions, Gustavus dropped a bomb that shattered my plans. "We are already working on an heir," he announced, activating a legal clause that froze the entire family trust. He dragged me into the shadows, his voice a dark command. "Now you have no choice. You get pregnant, or we lose everything. Don't make me regret this." He wanted a legacy to save his empire, but I was about to give him the most expensive mistake of his life.