I was notorious in our circle: a frail socialite with an unhinged reputation, my delicate constitution supposedly sustained by the mysterious power of blood. I despised the fiancé my father had chosen for me, Julian Vance. So, to spite him, I kept nine male companions at home. Each time Julian, the richest man in the city, whose very being was a living remedy, questioned me, his eyes blazing with fury, I’d merely scoff at him. But then, those nine men poisoned the blood I drank, and absconded with all my assets. As blood streamed from every orifice, Julian, his eyes red-rimmed, tortured them to death. Their screams died out as their blood stained the entire mansion. He then severed a major artery, offering his blood to my lips, tears streaming down his face. “Elara, my love, my blood can cure all ills. Please, live for me, okay?” But I never opened my eyes, even as his lifeblood drained away. It was then I finally understood the depth of his devotion. I reopened my eyes, reborn to the very day my father was choosing my husband. This time, I sent all my male companions away. I wanted only him. I truly believed we would live happily until the very end. But then, to bail out his cousin, Valerie Reed, who’d gambled away everything at the casino, he and my father delivered me straight to the opponent’s poker table. … At the poker table, my body wouldn’t stop trembling. In my last life, Julian would sever a major artery, bleeding himself nearly to death to save me. Just three minutes ago, he willingly subjected himself to drugs, making me drink his sedative-laced blood. He sighed, his warm thumb gently wiping away the tears at the corner of my eye. “Elara, I’ve replaced everyone at the casino with my own people. They won’t hurt you. You just need to act the part, to soothe Valerie’s bruised feelings.” “You ruined her dress yesterday, so consider this your apology.” Even my doting father chimed in, “Consider it character building. If it weren’t for you, Valerie wouldn’t have been so heartbroken she ran off to the casino.” I was shaken, trembling all over, unable to believe these words came from my doting father’s lips. Yesterday, Valerie saw the dress I was wearing at the mall. She came at me, all flailing limbs and furious intent, only to slip, tearing her dress and humiliating herself in front of everyone. She claimed I made her barely clothed, leaving her to be photographed by strangers. Then, heartbroken, she went to the casino and lost everything, utterly ruined. My pupils constricted violently, comparing them to the two men who had loved me so deeply in my previous life. Could it be that they, too, had been reborn? My body stiffened, but my mind was terrifyingly clear. Tears instantly streamed down my face. Julian then arranged me into a pose that seemed to satisfy everyone. The poker chips, heavy with their weight, teetered precariously on my barely covered body. “Young Master Vance, this is the unhinged beauty from the Sterling family; you’re going to get us in trouble… Isn’t the cousin a safer bet?” The playboys eyed me with lust, yet recoiled in fear. Their sticky hands cautiously brushed against my skin. Julian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the changing room, his expression cold. “Since I brought her, feel free to enjoy yourselves. Her body, cultivated by daily blood, just a touch and she’s ready.” My body shook like a sieve. Julian, who’d painstakingly nursed himself back to health, used to fuss over a mosquito bite for half a day. Now, he was personally offering me up. Seeing me like a fish on a cutting board, ready to be carved, those men rubbed their hands in anticipation. They tore at the few remaining inches of fabric on my body. A wave of intense humiliation washed over me. My heart shattered into a million pieces. From across the room, Valerie emerged, her eyes red. Julian tenderly pulled her into his embrace. His doting tone made her giggle sweetly. Those who’d dared disrespect her instantly fell to their knees, groveling for forgiveness. My heart twisted with a mix of emotions. I remembered. Before, if anyone so much as glanced at me too long, he’d taught them a lesson they’d never forget. Valerie looked at me, her eyes suddenly red, but a vicious glint shone within them. “Sister, even if you’re used to being arrogant and overbearing, you shouldn’t walk around without clothes. So many men, it’s embarrassing. Why don’t you all get close to Elara, so she doesn’t get cold.” The words had barely left her lips when Julian stepped forward, his large hand possessively covering her eyes. “Don’t look. She’s dirty.” My fingertips dug deep into my palms, my heart aching and trembling as large tears fell. It was June; how could Julian not understand what she meant? He was indulging her, backing her up. A man with such severe germophobia, who in my previous life held me, covered in blood, and kissed me gently. Why was he so cruel this time? Seeing Julian leave, the men no longer held back, crowding around the poker table, indulging themselves wildly. Once they were satisfied, they discarded me. Their laughter in the room drowned out my heart-wrenching screams. Even my breaths were tainted with the sickly sweet taste of pain. I stumbled home on trembling legs. But at the doorstep, I froze, my breath hitched. My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists. Valerie and I shared the same birthday. At this moment, my father and Julian were at the table, celebrating hers. Countless gifts were piled high in the living room. Everything that should have been mine in my last life, and even now, meant nothing to me. The three of them laughed and chatted around the dining table. That warm and harmonious scene was all I had ever craved, in this life and the last. It turned out Valerie could get it so easily. I averted my eyes, taking the back stairs to the second floor. The moment I closed the door, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I broke down, sobbing. I had clearly changed my temper for him. So why had he and Father acted so strangely? This time, I wanted to love him truly, but he wouldn’t give me a chance. My face was ashen as I pulled out my phone. “Leo, I’m coming to you, I’m not marrying him.” The man on the other end sighed, his voice cold. “Little sister, it’s good you finally understand. Caleb will be very happy when he hears this.” After hanging up, I lay sleepless on the cold floor all night. My phone vibrated, shattering my already frozen heart. It was a SnapChat video from Valerie. My hands trembled as I tapped it open. When I saw the end of the video, my body went rigid. “Sister, did you sleep well last night? I’ve arranged for the baby in your belly to return and repay your kindness. I specifically chose prime genetic material. No need to thank me.” I froze, a bone-deep chill spreading through me. I couldn’t move an inch. Valerie had replaced the casino staff… And then I saw someone injecting something into me. I rushed to the bathroom, retching until blood appeared in my vomit. I scrubbed my skin raw with a steel wool scrubber until blood mingled with the water, tears streaming down my face. In my last life, Valerie, though adopted, had always behaved herself in the Sterling household. But this time, she was like a completely different person. A chilling realization dawned on me: they had all been reborn. I dragged my broken body, frantic, into the hospital, begging the nurse, “Please, I need an abortion.” The words had barely left my lips when I heard the click of heels behind me. I looked up to see Julian, his face darkened ominously, striding towards me. “Sister, you’re pregnant? Why are you asking the nurse for an abortion? Do you really not want Julian’s child?” I rushed forward, clutching Julian’s hand tightly. “I’m not pregnant. This isn’t my child. Valerie replaced the people at the casino. She had someone inject…” Julian, his eyes blazing, pinned me against the wall, gritting his teeth. “You’re still trying to frame Valerie? I thought your temper had improved, but you’re still so inconsiderate of others.” Even my father, who had rushed over at the commotion, slapped me hard across the face. “You demon child! When will you learn to be as obedient as Valerie? This is your own child!” Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed the coppery taste in my throat. I looked at them and laughed, tears streaming down my cheeks. The two men who loved me most had personally sent me to the casino, preferring to trust an outsider over his own daughter. They wouldn’t even ask their own daughter a single question. In my previous life, I distinctly remembered that if I coughed just once, they would have all the doctors on standby at the mansion. Helpless tears, which I could no longer hold back, streamed down my face. Seeing me in such a state, a sharp pang hit his chest, and he stepped forward. But Valerie chose that moment to let out a delicate sob. “I’ve already forgiven Elara, why must you still try to frame me? I’m a victim too, I almost…” Her perfectly timed, dramatic pause fueled Julian’s rage. Her eyes gleamed with triumphant malice as she looked at me. My blood boiled. I glared at her viciously, stumbled to my feet, and lunged towards her. But the moment my fingers brushed her hair, Julian shoved me away violently. I crashed into a cart, and the IV drip shattered all over the floor, pain radiating through my entire body. As blood gushed from beneath me, I saw Julian tenderly blowing on Valerie’s hair. And my usually composed father frantically called for doctors and nurses. I smiled, then blacked out. When I woke up again, I was tightly bound to the hospital bed, unable to move an inch. My hands and feet were bound until my limbs were bruised and swollen. Envious whispers from the nurses drifted into my ears. “When will I meet a man like Mr. Vance? His fiancée pulled out a single strand of his adopted sister’s hair, and he brought in the top hair transplant specialist.” “Right? And to prevent her from harming Miss Reed again, he’s treating her like a mentally ill patient. It’s the first time I’ve seen restraints used like this!” Their voices faded. I looked up, and Julian appeared at the doorway. Was there a hint of heartache in his eyes as he looked at me? I scoffed. He noticed my gaze, loosened the restraints on me, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Elara, you’re being so unreasonable. Valerie said you were just having your period and not pregnant at all. Your paltry attempt to gain my sympathy is too clumsy.” My breath hitched. He believed Valerie’s words just like that. “You should apologize to Valerie. As compensation, give her your Four Seasons Estate. You don’t use it anyway.” I gasped, my eyes widening. The Four Seasons Estate was divided into four sections—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—and was my mother’s specifically designed wedding gift for me. Before she passed, she clung to life just to ensure I signed for it myself. Julian once held me, promising that we would let Mother witness our happiness. How could I just hand it over to someone else? “I refuse!” I snapped. Julian’s face twisted, and he stared at me coldly. “Valerie’s health isn’t good. The Four Seasons Estate has special climate control for each season, perfect for nursing her body. Don’t be so petty.” My face drained of all color, but I stood my ground. “You’re a living remedy; if her health isn’t good, use your blood to heal her!” Julian’s expression flickered. “No! Valerie isn’t like you; she can’t stand the smell of blood. It’s settled.” I looked at Julian, a profound sorrow gripping me. Then I suddenly remembered my father. Right! Father and Mother loved each other so deeply; he surely wouldn’t agree! I rushed out of the hospital and went home. But when I approached my father with a glimmer of hope, he slapped me hard across the face, his rage blazing. “Is this how your mother taught you to be so cold-blooded? For a useless relic left by a dead woman, you’re willing to let her be frail and sickly!” My pupils violently constricted, and my entire body trembled. Mother had been so good to Julian. She’d even managed Father’s company until her dying breath. Yet, this same man now only offered a cold back and cruel words. My lips were bitten raw until they bled. Julian flinched, stung by the hatred in my eyes. He was about to say something when Valerie strutted out, holding an authorization form, flaunting it in front of me. “Thank you, Elara, for your apology. Our grievances are now completely erased.” As she spoke, she pulled out two racing tickets from the file. “Sister, I invite you to my race tomorrow. Father and Julian will both be there.” My hand trembled violently when I saw the tickets. I looked at the two men, my face filled with panic. When I was a child, a race car had crashed through the barrier and hit me. I lay in the hospital for two years, the cold machines making it hard to hold on. “I’m not going!” I tried to escape, but Valerie grabbed me, her nails digging into my flesh, as if tearing a piece of me away. Valerie suddenly arched backward uncontrollably, too fast to react. “Ah, don’t push me…” She fell straight into the fireplace behind her, flames leaping up. Julian pulled her out, and she sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. “What if my hair is burned? Sister must resent me. I didn’t mean to take anything from her.” I looked up. “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t?” “Elara Sterling, what are you doing?” Julian’s eyes were crimson, as if he wanted to gouge me out. I merely sneered at him, seeing no need to explain. He knew how terrified I was of cars, yet he still wouldn’t believe me. Seeing this, Valerie ran off crying. Julian raised his hand, ready to deliver a fierce slap. He went after her like a madman. In the dead of night, I curled up in bed, my pillow soaked with tears. “Mom… why didn’t you take me with you?” In a blur, I heard someone push open the door and lead me downstairs. When I reopened my eyes, the screech of tires against the pavement was deafening, and everything blurred before me. I bit my lower lip hard, the sensation of impending death washing over me. My body was covered in vomit mixed with blood. I instantly understood: Julian was getting revenge for Valerie. This time, I couldn’t even shed a single tear. The car door opened, and I rolled out like a dead weight. The smell of burning filled the air, but I no longer had the strength to struggle. I didn’t understand why this life had turned out this way. Julian and Father were like different people. But it didn’t matter anymore. Everything was about to end. I curled my lips into a relieved smile and slowly closed my eyes. ———-此处为截断点———- “What unhinged socialite? I’d say she’s a promiscuous socialite, ha…” “Ah!” The unrestrained laughter came to an abrupt halt.
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