Life handed me beauty, wealth, and privilege. But with all of that came a curse. I was a simp. In my last life, I ruined myself trying to please Gavin Winston. He was my everything, but it ended with me imprisoned in a dark basement, tortured until I met my end. This time, everything is different. Out of nowhere, the live chat started popping up in my head. [Hazel, never forget. Simping gets you nowhere.] [Your childhood friend is just a whiny masochist. Don’t hold back. Call him out.] [If you scold him enough, he’ll be all yours.] I wiped my tears, took a shaky breath, and met his eyes. “You… you’re nothing but a pathetic bastard.” The live chat appeared again. [Nice, but not quite there. Give him a slap.] I reached out, trembling, and slapped his face. It wasn’t hard, but the sound was sharp. Gavin’s gaze shifted, his eyes turning darker. Now this was getting interesting… Gavin, the youngest of the Winston family’s three sons, had always been the center of attention. As the youngest general manager in the business world, his success was nothing short of legendary. But all it took was one scandal to bring him crashing down. It was revealed that he wasn’t his father Leo Winston’s biological son, but the product of an affair between his mother and her childhood sweetheart. The fallout was brutal. Leo lashed him thirty times before throwing him out of the house. Gavin, once celebrated, was now homeless and disgraced. I was the little girl next door who always tagged along behind him, tearful and needy. He found my constant crying unbearable. I thought I was meant to be the one to comfort him during his lowest moments and to save him. But the live chat had other plans. [Stop crying. Your childhood friend is hurt, but tears won’t fix anything.] My hands trembled as I held the medicine. “But Gavin’s injuries… They’re terrible. He must be in so much pain.” Gavin’s face, once delicate and handsome, was now sharp and hostile. His cold glare made him hard to approach. Even kneeling, his posture was straight, his muscles tense. His back was covered in angry welts, blood streaking through the cuts. It was terrifying to look at. The live chat appeared again. [Your childhood friend’s physique is… impressive.] Was that really the focus? I hesitated for what felt like forever before stepping forward. The boiling water spilled out, scalding my hand and leaving blisters. My grip faltered, and the pain was overwhelming. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I forced myself to hold it together. I finally reached him. “Gavin, does it hurt?” The live chat appeared again. [Stop. He hates it when you cry. Be firm.] Fine. I would be firm. I gathered my courage and poured the medicine over his wounds. My hand shook so badly, that the liquid splashed onto his thigh instead of his back. Gavin’s face darkened. Before he could speak, my tears broke free. The live chat was relentless. [You’re an idiot. Can’t even pour medicine properly. How do you expect to win his heart?] [Being a spoiled brat isn’t that hard. Stop failing.] [No wonder he’s annoyed. Who likes a girl who cries all the time?] I lowered my head. “I’m sorry. I’ll be tougher next time.” The live chat didn’t stop. [Do you want Gavin to like you? Stop being soft. He’ll only hate you more. Be ruthless. It’s the only way into his heart. If you don’t change, Gavin will turn dark and make you all disappear. You’ll be the first to go.] My heart raced. Memories of my past life flooded back: the basement, the torture, the despair. My shoulders shook as I sobbed. Gavin’s patience snapped. “Get out!” His voice was icy, his presence suffocating. I froze, unable to move. The live chat screamed at me. [Fix this. You’re supposed to be a spoiled brat. Kick him. Hard. Do you want to change your fate? Then act like it.] I lifted my foot and kicked his thigh. The live chat wasn’t satisfied. [Is that all you’ve got? Put some force into it. Don’t stop there. Crush him. Break him. Drag him down with you.]
The live chat wasn’t exactly helpful. With a deep breath, I pressed the tip of my shoe against Gavin’s thigh, applying just enough pressure to make him flinch. Gavin’s expression didn’t change much. His fists tightened, but he stayed completely still. His Adam’s apple bobbed faintly, and his bloodshot eyes locked on me, as if trying to read my every move. The live chat mocked. [Not bad, crybaby. Now go harder. Say something he won’t forget!] I hesitated but managed to say, “I was just trying to help, and this is how you’re acting? “You’re not Sir Winston’s real son, so you’re not my fiancé anymore. You don’t have the right to yell at me now.” My voice wavered, but I added, “If you listen to me and behave, maybe… maybe I’ll talk to my dad about keeping the engagement.” Gavin’s eyes grew sharper, darker with each word. The live chat teased relentlessly. [Crybaby, was that supposed to be a kick? Even a child could hit harder!] [And that’s your idea of a threat? Sounds more like you’re begging him. He’s not the type to fall for weak threats. Make it count.] The mocking stung, but I refused to cry. Not again, not in front of him. Trying to recover, I moved my foot away, but Gavin suddenly grabbed my ankle, his grip firm and steady. “Hazel,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “Try harder.” I hesitated, then kicked him harder. But as I did, I noticed his ears flush a faint red. Was he… angry? “Did I go too far?” I whispered to the live chat. The live chat replied, unhelpfully vague. [Uh-oh. Could he be feeling something now?] Feeling something? Pain? Gavin’s sharp gaze held me in place. “Hazel, do you even realize what you’re doing?” His tone sent a chill through me, dredging up memories of the suffocating darkness from my past life. My legs felt weak, and I stammered, “I’m sorry,” trying to pull away. But Gavin didn’t let go. His hand slid across my ankle, the warmth startling me. The sudden contact made me lose my balance, and I fell to the floor, tears slipping out despite my best efforts to hold them back. Gavin glanced down at me, his expression unreadable. “Next time you try something like this, it won’t end with just a fall.” The threat was clear, but I couldn’t look at him. Instead, I awkwardly patted the spot on his thigh where I’d kicked earlier. “I’m not scared of you. You’re just… just a stray dog now.” My hand brushed against something hard. Did he have a weapon? I quickly pulled back. “Let me go,” I demanded, my voice weak. Instead of letting go, Gavin’s grip tightened. For the first time, a faint blush spread across his face. His tone dropped further, darker. “Hazel, do you even know where you were touching?” Panic rose in me. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know!” I stammered. Gavin let out a slow, sharp exhale, his gaze almost burning. “Get out of my sight.” The sheer intensity in his voice made my legs tremble. The moment he let go, I scrambled up and ran, not stopping until I was safely back in my room. Slumping against the door, I asked the live chat, “How did I do this time? I poured hot water on him, and I kicked him. Does that count as being a spoiled villainess?” The live chat paused before delivering its judgment. [Crybaby, you’ve got no idea what being a villainess means. You need to lock him up, whip him, humiliate him. That’s the job.] I blinked at the live chat, speechless. I… I didn’t even know how to do any of that. [Fine, just follow our lead next time.]
Kicked out and covered in wounds, Gavin had nothing but the pendant his mother left him. I thought he’d just leave, but he surprised me by asking the servant, “Where’s Hazel Clark?” The servant froze. “You’re no longer Ms. Clark’s fiancé. Her schedule isn’t your concern.” Gavin’s gaze darkened, a sneer on his lips. “Good riddance to that crybaby. From now on, the Winston and Clark families are nothing to me.” Hearing this from my hiding spot, my heart sank. In my past life, Gavin turned ruthless, taking just five years to crush both families and rise as a power in the capital. His revenge spared no one, not my loving parents, not the Winston family. Bloodshed marked the end of both clans. This time, I’ll stop it. I’ll save my family, my friends, and myself. [Go on, crybaby! Grab the stick, knock him out, and lock him up!] The live chat urged me on. Summoning all my courage, I rushed forward and swung hard at the back of his head. He went down instantly. The live chat praised me. [Not bad, crybaby.] [Guess we taught you well.] Following their lead, I dragged him toward the dark little shed in the garden, murmuring, “Sorry, Gavin, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He was thinner than I’d expected, his sharp jawline like a sculptor’s masterpiece. If someone asked why I loved him across two lifetimes. Okay, I would admit it. It was shallow. But his face and that body? Total my weakness. With great effort, I got him into the shed. When I adjusted his face, he accidentally ended up leaning against my chest. He was out cold anyway. Not like he’d know. I tried to ignore how hot his breath felt against my skin. After laying him down, I froze. “Is Gavin running a fever?” His face was bright red, almost absurdly so. The live chat lit up. [Is he actually unconscious?] “He is, for sure,” I answered, my voice soft and sugary. [Hurry, tie him up. Just like how he tied you up in the last life.] “Okay.” I started with the iron collar around his neck, then locked cuffs onto his wrists and ankles. He didn’t react. Not a twitch. He had no idea I’d already taken off his clothes. Apparently, in this book’s setting, the male lead only fell for the villainess. If that was the case, all I needed to do was become one. [Pour cold water over him to wake him up, then hit him until he begs for mercy. Got it?] [And step on his face, make him call you master. Understand?] I nodded, again and again. This time around, I would stick to the role. New life, new me. No more softie. Just pure villainess energy. I gritted my teeth and lifted the basin of cold water. But when I turned around, Gavin was already sitting up, the ropes still holding him. He glared at me coldly. “What are you trying to do?” Caught off guard, I blurted out, “I was going to splash you awake.” Something felt off. I looked up, and hostility was radiating from him. Panicking, I stumbled backward, slipping, and the cold water spilled all over me. My shirt clung tightly to my skin. So cold. So cold! I couldn’t stop trembling. Gavin tugged at the chains, trying to approach me, but they held him firmly in place. His dark gaze locked onto me. “Hazel, what are you up to now?” The live chat was livid at my disheveled appearance. [How did you even mess this up? You’re the hardest student to teach as a villainess!] [All you ever do is stammer and trip over your own feet. Are you an idiot?] [You tied him up! What are you scared of? Do you even want revenge?] I quietly protested to myself, “But he’s awake now. Splashing water in his eyes would be uncomfortable for him.” The live chat gave up. [Fine, skip the water. Say this. Gavin, you’re nothing now. Here’s your chance to be my dog.] “Got it.” I hugged my shivering body and tried to sound wicked. “Gavin, as long as you become my dog, I’ll give you everything.” But when he looked at me, his eyes softened. I must have looked like a little rabbit with watery red eyes, easy to bully. The live chat didn’t understand. [Hazel, why does everything you say sound like it’s coming from a simp?] Instead of getting angry, Gavin’s gaze darkened, the hostility draining away. “Hazel, if I become your dog, will that include you?”
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