After my brother, Ethan, found out that I was a fake heiress, I tied his hands to the chair and forced his jaw open, pouring poison down his throat. I smirked softly. “Soon, the pain will go away, Ethan…” The chat exploded: “Oh my God, when will this vile woman finally get off the screen? Someone save my poor boy, I can’t take this heartbreak anymore!” I was bound to the Knife System, where only by tormenting the readers until their hearts ache could I replenish my health bar. At this moment, I was secretly laying another trap, waiting for the readers to piece together the blade, to harvest a massive wave of health points… After Ethan discovered that I wasn’t the real daughter of the Snow family, I bound his hands and forced him into the chair, prying his mouth open to pour in the poison. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, slipping down his pale cheeks. He struggled to speak, “Sis… Sister…” I stared coldly as his porcelain-like skin began to fester and decay. In front of me, in the void, the chat went wild: “Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore! How can my poor, sweet Ethan still call her sister when she’s literally poisoning him? Someone send this wicked woman straight to the pits of hell!” “When will this vile woman leave? Please, someone save my poor boy! My heart can’t take this anymore!” Without another glance, I turned away, leaving Ethan writhing in agony. His body convulsed, but he barely had the strength to make a sound. I smirked again. “Soon, you won’t feel anything, Ethan…” I turned, cold and detached, and walked away. Just as I reached the door, I made sure to let the readers see that I wasn’t as calm as I appeared. My fingers trembled as they fumbled to unlock the door. “Oh, now she’s panicking, huh? If you’re so scared, why don’t you call an ambulance for my boy? Maybe then you can at least die a little more peacefully!” I was pleased: excellent, the first piece of the knife was set. Soon, all these small blades would form a deadly sword, and I’d harvest a huge amount of health points. I was bound to the Knife System—only by making the readers’ hearts ache could I replenish my health bar. Sitting in my car, I pulled out a file, making sure to let just a corner of it show, enough for the readers to catch sight of it. “What is that wicked woman holding? Did I just see Ethan’s name on it? And… is that a DNA test?” “Wait, what? Shouldn’t her name be on it? Isn’t she supposed to be Grace Snow?” I smirked inwardly. Time for the second piece of the knife. I slammed on the gas, and the car sped away. Behind me, flames engulfed the beach house… As the chat went wild with speculation, the system chimed: “Ding, you’ve collected 30% of your health points.”
Three years later. It was late at night, and I was in my lab, working on a new poison that had come to me in a sudden burst of inspiration. The Snow family was well-known in the medical field in the United States, but I had a preference for crafting ancient poisons. Things like the Laughing Death Poison, One-Day-Kill Powder, and the infamous Five-Poison Dust—I knew them all. Suddenly, my phone rang. “Hello, is this Grace? Daniel had too much to drink, and you’re listed as his emergency contact. Could you come pick him up?” I sighed, setting down the glass vial. “Alright, where are you?” Ten minutes later, I was standing outside the private club lounge. As soon as I walked in, Daniel, thoroughly drunk, waved at me excitedly. “Grace! You’re here! Come, I’ve got someone I want you to meet. He’s the eldest son of the Song family—just back from overseas!” I smiled as I turned to greet this new acquaintance. But when my eyes met those familiar, cold eyes, my purse slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a thud. “I’m sorry,” I quickly knelt down, using the moment to cover my panic. It was him… Even though his face had changed, I recognized him instantly. The one person I thought I’d never see again—my brother. The one whose picture had been on a gravestone for the past three years. Everyone believed he had died in a tragic accident… my brother, Ethan. “Grace, you’re always so clumsy.” Daniel staggered over to help me pick up the lipstick that had rolled out of my purse. As he stood up, he almost lost his balance. I quickly steadied him, but at that moment, I heard a low chuckle from behind me. I couldn’t help but turn, briefly locking eyes with that same cold gaze. In the past… Those eyes had been like a clear mountain stream, so pure, so gentle. He always used to call out to me with that dependent tone: “Sister! Sister!” “Sis, you’re back! I missed you so much!” I looked down, hiding the tears welling up in my eyes from the readers’ view, my lips moving in silence. The chat exploded with comments: “Ha! Grace must be shaking in her boots! My boy has come back, and her days are numbered. I can’t wait to see how he’s going to make her pay!” “Oh my God, I can read lips! Did she just say ‘Ethan, I missed you too’?! What the hell?!
After a brief introduction, the others left, until only Daniel—who passed out three minutes later—and Ryan remained. I pretended not to recognize Ryan as I grabbed Daniel by the arm and tried to drag him out of the lounge. But suddenly, Ryan grabbed my wrist, throwing me onto the couch with a force that knocked the breath out of me. Meanwhile, Daniel crashed to the floor, completely undisturbed in his drunken slumber. I gasped in shock. “Ryan, what are you doing?!” Ryan sneered, gripping my face tightly. “Grace, my dearest sister, do you really not recognize me? I’m Ethan, the brother you poisoned.” “Surprised? I didn’t die. My face didn’t rot away. And now, I’m the esteemed Ryan Song of the Song family!” He leaned in closer, his grip tightening. “Now, your precious Snow family is nothing more than a dog groveling at my feet. If I’m feeling generous, I might toss them a bone. If not…” His hand squeezed harder. “I’ll destroy them.” Tears welled up in my eyes from the pain. I could see the hatred burning behind his calm expression. Struggling to speak, I whispered, “Please… for old times’ sake… spare the Snow family…” Ryan laughed coldly. “Didn’t you poison me because you didn’t want our parents to find out you weren’t their real daughter? You were afraid of losing your place.” “Well, let’s see what happens when they get to make the choice themselves—will they choose wealth and status, or you?” He stood up, pulling out a wet wipe to clean his hands before tossing it onto me. As he reached the door, he turned and shot me a cruel smile. “Enjoy your last peaceful night.” By the next morning, my parents had handed me over to Ryan without a second thought. With forced smiles, they left me with one last remark: “Grace was out of line for offending you, Ryan. Whatever punishment you deem fit, go ahead!” A maid’s uniform was tossed at me. Ryan grinned darkly. “Put this on. From now on, you’re my maid.” When I emerged, humiliated, in the maid uniform, Ryan’s eyes lingered on me before he ordered, “Clean every inch of this house until there’s not a speck of dust.” I obediently grabbed a cloth and bucket, getting down on my knees to scrub the floor. Two hours later. A pair of slippers appeared in front of me, and Ryan kicked me in the side, grumbling, “Why are you so slow?” The bucket tipped over, spilling dirty water all over me. “Disgusting,” Ryan said, his voice full of disdain. “Now, I’m starving. Make me a steak, roasted duck, an egg tart, and… oh, throw in some spicy noodles.” He rattled off a long list of dishes. I nodded, without a hint of complaint. “Got it.” Just then, the system switched to a first-person perspective, capturing my thoughts: “I’m sorry, Ethan. If doing all this can ease even a fraction of your anger, I’ll gladly do it. I only hope the poison will leave your system soon…” In return, the readers unleashed a torrent of insults: “Ugh, now she regrets it? Too little, too late! The only way to make up for it is to die!” “She’s talking about curing his poison—does she even have the antidote?” “But Ethan’s fine now! The doctors said so. Why is she still pretending? Where’s my sweet, soft-hearted heroine? I’m sick of looking at this woman!” Ryan, watching me soak in dirty water, seemed irritated and walked off. 4 After spending three hours in the kitchen, I prepared a banquet that mixed Western and Eastern dishes. I knocked on the door to let Ryan know. The door opened, and a stunning woman appeared, her eyes challenging as she smiled at me. “Ryan’s in the shower. You can wait, little maid.” I lowered my eyes and nodded. “Alright.” I headed downstairs, where I waited for Ryan to emerge, wrapped in a bathrobe, his arm around the woman’s waist as they came to the table. Suddenly, Ryan slammed his chopsticks down and glared at me. “What are you standing there for? Get over here and serve us. Peel the shrimp, and make sure there are no bones in the fish. If Monica gets hurt, it’s your head.” Monica feigned concern. “Oh, Ryan, why are you being so harsh? Grace must be hungry too. Shouldn’t we invite her to eat with us?” Ryan sneered. “The dog and the maid don’t get to sit at the table. They can eat our leftovers.” Without a word, I walked over and began peeling the shrimp, silently enduring the humiliation. After dinner, Ryan scraped the leftovers into two bowls. One, he set down for his dog, and the other, he placed beside the dog’s bed. He called out to me, “From now on, this is where you’ll eat.” A single tear slipped down my face, but when I looked up, my expression was empty. “Understood.” Ryan lost interest immediately, scoffing. “Just like I thought, no feelings at all—just a stone.” Then, he wrapped his arm around Monica and headed for the door. “Didn’t you say there’s a new handbag you want? Let’s go get it.” “You’re the best, Ryan!” Monica squealed, planting a kiss on his cheek. I looked away in discomfort, but I made sure Ryan caught the flicker of pain in my expression. Seeing that I was hurt, Ryan’s face lit up with twisted satisfaction. He lifted Monica into his arms, heading out the door, but not before tossing one last line over his shoulder: “I’m not coming back tonight.” I couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly. Who even wants you back? The days blurred together after that. Mopping floors, spilling dirty water, cooking meals, and watching Ryan and Monica’s public displays of affection were the repetitive cycle of my new life. It was dull, predictable. “These small tricks aren’t even enough to satisfy me.” Still, some readers began to feel sympathy for me, and my health bar rose by 10%. Until one day. I received a message from Daniel. A smile tugged at my lips, excitement gleaming in my eyes: Finally, the real show is about to begin…
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