When I was crushed by the panicked horse at the zoo, it dawned on me why Asher had brought me there—he wanted to kill me again! This marked his 99th attempt to take my life. Yet again, his plan would fail. I asked the system, “Is the villain’s malice level about to max out?” The system replied, “Yes, it’s at 99%. Just one more incident, and you can release yourself from being the villain’s little wife and choose a new identity.” “Available identities are: A. Villain’s stepmother; B. Swap identities with the villain; C. Return to your own body as the corpse sister.” “Help!” “Ah!” “Run!” The horse’s high hooves and Asher’s indifferent back descended together, one tearing at my body, the other shattering my heart. I lay on the ground, trampled repeatedly by the frenzied horse, blood surging from my broken organs, pouring from my mouth, ears, and nose. The cries and screams of the crowd mixed with the horse’s frantic neighs, pounding in my ears, making me dizzy. Despite the pain and despair, I suddenly wanted to laugh at my own foolishness. Yesterday, when Asher suddenly invited me to the zoo, I foolishly thought… He finally wanted to accept me. But it was just a crueler way to die, trampled by a mad horse! Asher, this is truly a painful enough death to make me give up!
The sharp smell of disinfectant pulled me back from endless darkness. Although the system wouldn’t let me die, each death felt real. From the pain of the first death to the later ones, I was left with only numbness and despair. The fear of death, with its body and soul pain and boundless loneliness, was still vivid. I curled up, hugging myself, tears like a broken kite falling one by one: “Asher, it hurts.” “Asher, I’m scared.” “Asher, save me.” …I cried and cried, on and off for a month. But the Asher who descended like a god in the alley at 18 to save me never came. Worse, the one who saved me became the source of all my pain.
At 18, I was cornered in an alley by a gang of thugs. Their laughter was piercing, making lewd jokes, their sticky, disgusting gazes seemed to strip me bare. Dirty hands roamed my body, filling me with nausea and despair. I struggled and called for help, but a foul mouth came to gag me, leaving me helpless. “What are you doing?!” At my most desperate moment, Asher appeared. He pushed me aside, “Run!” He held them off alone, no matter how bloodied, he kept them at bay. Later, when everyone called me shameless, or even when I thought I was dirty, he firmly told me, “You’re not wrong, the wrong ones are those who did it.” He was the light in the darkness, my last straw before dying. So, even though the system gave me four identity choices, in my eyes, there was only ever the choice of being Asher’s wife.
“Asher.” In my daze, I seemed to hear Asher’s voice. I got up in joy and followed it. In the next room, I saw him and also… Beatrix. Asher’s adopted sister, the cherished white moonlight he didn’t dare to touch. He was reading her a story with a tenderness I had never seen. Before marrying Asher, our relationship wasn’t this horrible Once, I got stabbed 18 times saving Asher, feeling my blood drain futilely on a rainy night until death. Since then, I feared every rainy night, often crying and begging him to stay with me for a while, but he always refused. Let alone reading a story so gently. The voice stopped, and Asher looked at the sleeping Beatrix, suppressing his feelings for a long time, but he couldn’t help leaning in, leaving a kiss on her lips: “Beatrix, wait for me.” “I’ll soon make Adeline repay you with her heart.”
Heart…?! I hid back in my room, burying myself in the blankets. But no matter how unwilling, Asher still came. Before he arrived, his voice preceded him, “Adeline, even this didn’t kill you.” Asher disdainfully threw a stack of papers at my face, “Sign it.” It was an organ donation agreement. Donor: Adeline. Recipient: Beatrix. Organ: Heart.
My nails dug into my palm. I looked at this man I’ve loved and hated for seven years . My throat tightened, and despite opening my mouth several times, no sound came out. Until the tenth time, I finally spoke, my voice trembling and choking, “Asher, that’s my heart! I’ll die.” “Then just die.” Asher didn’t even bother to look at me, casually throwing out his words: “Stop pretending.” “You won’t die, and this heart is what you owe Beatrix.” “If you hadn’t focused on saving me and not saved Beatrix,” “She wouldn’t have stayed in the rain so long and gotten sick.” “If you hadn’t used the fact you saved me to force me to marry you,” “How would Beatrix have gotten so agitated and triggered a heart condition?!” But to save you, I was bled dry, to death! How could I save Beatrix? Marrying me was your own idea to show your grandfather you valued emotions to fight for inheritance! How is it all my fault?
Bitter tears seeped into my heart, leaving me powerless. I could only shake my head, “It’s not me, it’s not me.” Asher remained focused on his phone, a smile I’ve never seen on his lips. He played a voice message, and a soft voice on the other end cooed, “Brother, where are you? Beatrix misses you.” He replied gently, “Beatrix, be good, brother is coming back soon.” Then, he turned off his phone, his face cold towards me, “Adeline, are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink?” “Come, pin her down and make her sign.” At his command, the bodyguards swarmed in, forcibly holding my hand to sign the donation agreement. In the chaos, inappropriate hands even slipped under my clothes, touching my chest, reaching between my legs. The disgusting, sticky sensation of so many hands made me want to vomit. I struggled desperately, “What are you doing?!” “Let me go!” “Let me go, no!” I was back in that alley from seven years ago, a crack opened in my heart, tearing wider. Desperate, I reached out: “Asher, Asher, save me!” But Asher just stood there coldly watching, suddenly kicking the bed, cursing, “Slut.” “Can you not be without a man for even a moment?!” He turned away in disgust, “Hurry up, and give me the donation agreement later.”
To ensure I could provide Beatrix a healthy heart, Asher had my room heavily guarded. Knowing I was from Southern Carolina, where I couldn’t live without spicy food, he changed my diet, forcing me to eat low-salt meals every day. Everything was boiled, without any seasoning. I endured a day, two days… I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and vomited until I was dizzy. The bodyguards reported to Asher, whose voice was icy, “Drama queen!” “If she won’t eat, can’t you force-feed her?” The bodyguards pinned my hands, held my feet, pried open my mouth, and poured food down my throat. The bland liquid spilled all over me, sticky and disgusting. I was like cattle waiting to be slaughtered, force-fed to fatten me up so the greedy diners could have another bite at the table later. Soon, an itch crept up. I looked at the bowl in disbelief, familiar yellow specks—egg. And I’m allergic to eggs. I tried to speak, but the constant stream of food blocked my voice. My whole body itched, my throat swelled rapidly, and I twisted and turned in pain, trying to escape. Even if my limbs bled, twisted, or broke, triggering the wounds from the horse trampling that hadn’t healed, I couldn’t break free. Instead, I was pinned down more forcefully on the bed.
I was pinned down like a dog or pig, while Asher was telling jokes to make Beatrix laugh. Beatrix giggled cutely, then said, “By the way, brother.” “Is Adeline really willing to give me her heart?” “She won’t pretend to agree and then run away on the surgery day, will she?!” Beatrix sobbed a bit, “Brother, if Adeline runs, won’t I die on the operating table?” “I’m scared!” Asher hugged her gently, “She won’t.” So, he ordered his men, “Seal Adeline’s room completely with iron.” “Give her a shot every day.” “Before the surgery, let her lie on the bed like a vegetable.”
The room was turned into an iron cage, and I was drugged daily, muddled, waiting for death on the bed. “Adeline, now you know how it feels.” “Don’t blame me for being ruthless, blame yourself for being cheap! For taking my brother away.” This voice was Beatrix! “I can’t leave brother, I’ll die without him.” “So… I can only let you die.” Beatrix laughed softly, then added, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition at all.” “Inject her with drugs every day.” “Before the surgery, let her stay in bed in a vegetative state.” The hospital room felt like an iron cage. Every day, I was drugged, lying there, waiting for death. “Adeline, it’s your turn now.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame yourself for foolishly taking my Brother.” It was Beatrix’s voice! “I can’t live without Brother. Without him, I’ll die.” “So… I have no choice but to let you die.” Beatrix chuckled, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition.” “I bribed the doctor to say I did, just so Brother would give me your heart, leading to your death!” My breathing quickened. She never had a heart condition! It was all a lie to deceive Asher! I must tell Asher!!! “You’re awake?!” Beatrix noticed my reaction, exclaiming in surprise. I tried to control my emotions, pretending to know nothing. Beatrix examined me closely, “Is she… not awake?” “Hmph.” Beatrix’s eyes darkened, “Whether you’re awake or not, as long as you die, that’s what matters.” “You’re going to die anyway, whether sooner or later makes no difference.” “Let me help you leave this world a bit earlier.” She laughed, “An early death means an early rebirth!” The room’s temperature began to rise. She intended to burn me! I suddenly realized her plan. I wanted to run, to scream, but the drugs left me paralyzed. The heat intensified, scorching my body. I rolled off the bed; the door was only ten meters away, but it felt like an unreachable distance. I clawed toward it with all my might, leaving scratch marks on the iron. Bloodstains crisscrossed the floor, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. My skin peeled off as I crawled, my dying cries echoing—someone, save me, help me! The pain was unbearable! Save me! Save me!!! In my final moments, I heard Asher’s voice: “Quick! Save her!!!” He sounded frantic. Was it for me? “Brother.” “My heart hurts.” Beatrix frowned, clutching her chest. “What?!” Asher panicked, immediately scooping up Beatrix, “Everyone, clear the route to the nearest hospital!” “What about Mrs.?” He turned sharply, our eyes meeting across the hospital room. “Brother!” Beatrix clung to his hand, crying, “It hurts so much!” Asher hesitated no more, carrying Beatrix out: “Forget her, she won’t die!” Beatrix clutched her chest, crying, “Brother, I actually caused Sister Adeline’s accident.” She lowered her head, voice choked, “I wanted to have a candlelight dinner with Brother, but accidentally knocked over the candle.” “Brother, am I stupid?” “You can scold me, hit me.” She clung to Asher’s sleeve, pleading, “Just don’t leave me!” No, she did it on purpose to burn me! Asher comforted her, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid, Beatrix.” “It’s not your fault; maybe it’s Adeline’s karma.” …… Their voices faded away, leaving me to be consumed by the fire. Karma? I wanted to laugh but had no strength to move. I wanted to cry, but tears had long run dry for Asher. David said a person dies three times in life. I had died seven times for Asher. I should let go. Memories flashed through my mind, those unforgettable moments fading away. Asher, I don’t love you anymore. System: “Calculating the male lead’s malice value…” With that, I fell into nothingness. On the first day of Adeline’s death, Asher was busy consoling the frightened Beatrix. On the second day, Asher took Beatrix on a Ferris wheel ride. On the third day, Asher frowned. Adeline used to return to him within three days. On the fourth day, Asher carved a bunny out of an apple for Beatrix, remembering how he used to cheer up Adeline with it. On the fifth day, Asher felt a void in his heart. He told himself, she loved you too much to leave! On the sixth day, Asher saw Adeline’s figure everywhere in a daze. Asher panicked. He kept asking his subordinates, “Has Adeline been here?” Asher kicked over everything in front of him, “Where is Adeline?!” “Where is she?” “Hurry, find her for me!” “But… Mr. He, Mrs. already died in that fire!” Asher froze in shock. Adeline, dead?! “Shut up!!!” He glared at the speaker, “Impossible! She can’t be dead!” “She can’t be dead!!!” Asher went mad. He started searching for me everywhere, turning over every inch of land. But it was too late. Asher searched for an entire month but never found me. After drinking a whole case of liquor, he returned once more to the place where I was burned to death. The sight of charred ruins struck Asher’s heart. “Adeline!” He stumbled inside, frantically digging through the rubble, “Adeline, I didn’t allow you to die!” “You’re not allowed to die!” He searched all night until dawn finally unearthed a decayed corpse. The rotting body had been burnt to a crisp, covered in dark red blood stains. The stench was overwhelming, but Asher felt nothing. He held the corpse tightly, tears streaming down his face, “Adeline, Adeline, I was wrong.” “I’m sorry, please come back?!” “I’m begging you, if you come back,” “I’ll do anything.” “Really? What if I want you all dead?” As a corpse, I grinned. One minute earlier. System: “Male lead’s malice value calculation complete, reaching 100%” “You may unbind from the CEO’s trophy wife status and select a new identity.” “Available identities: A CEO’s stepmother; B switch identities to become CEO; C return to your body as the corpse queen.” “Please choose.” Remembering the agony of my blood being drained in the rain, The pain of being tortured to death, The agony of being trampled to death by horses, …… And being burned to death in the fire, I want Asher, Beatrix, and everyone who hurt me, To face retribution! With a plan in mind, I smiled and said, “I want them all.” 16 Watching Asher’s terrified eyes, I chuckled, “Just a little joke.” Asher looked at me, resembling a dried corpse, in disbelief. “Adeline?!”
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