Anya Miller rushed to the hospital after hearing Dax Thorne had been in a street racing accident, bleeding severely. She donated a full 1000cc of her blood for him. His friends urged her to go home and rest, and she reluctantly agreed. But just as she reached the exit, her worry got the better of her, and she turned back. That’s when she saw the nurse empty all five bags of her blood, which had just been drawn from her, right into the trash can! Immediately after, a wave of mocking laughter, loud enough to blow the roof off, erupted from a nearby hospital room. “Hahaha, Anya, that idiot, fell for it again!” Anya stared, stunned, at the half-open door of the room. Her gaze landed on a man in a hospital gown among the crowd. Dax Thorne leaned casually against the headboard, head bowed, busy with his phone. His face was slightly obscured, but she could still clearly see his sharp nose and deep-set eyes— He didn’t look injured at all! Anya blinked, wondering if her intense grief was making her hallucinate. “Guys, let me count. How many times have we gotten her now?” “First time, we tricked her into thinking the necklace Dax was supposed to give her was lost. She searched for it all night in a blizzard, running a fever of 104°F, but still wouldn’t rest.” “Second time, we told her Dax was in a coma. She went on an overnight pilgrimage, crawling up hundreds of stone steps to bring back a lucky charm, but Dax had already thrown it to a dog.” “Third time, we framed her for cheating and ruined her graduation. The way she frantically tried to prove herself… I still laugh thinking about it.” “This time, tricking her into giving five bags of blood, that makes it the ninety-sixth time, right? Three more times, and our revenge game can finally wrap up. It hasn’t been easy; Dax has had to play along for so many years.” “No kidding. Who told her to be so blind and steal Seraphina’s dance championship, making Seraphina cry all night? Seraphina, she’s Dax’s ‘white moonlight’—that perfect, idealized first love. How could Dax let anyone get away with making her cry? That’s why he decided to date Anya, to get revenge on her 99 times. Too bad, once the revenge is over, Dax will dump her, and we’ll have nothing fun to do anymore.” … Anya’s ears buzzed, as if a thunderclap had exploded right over her head. Her heart twisted in agony. She clutched her chest, bent over, gasping for breath, the pain almost suffocating her. She couldn’t believe the words she had just heard. She refused to believe that Dax was only dating her for revenge! He clearly knew how much she loved him… Dax Thorne, the city’s golden boy, everyone was falling over themselves to be near him. He was smart, from a good family, and handsome. There was a saying back then: no girl who had ever met him didn’t fall for him. She was one of those thousands of girls. She chased after him for three years, sacrificing her pride, but he remained indifferent. Until one day, out of the blue, he finally accepted her confession. She thought her dream had finally come true, but she never imagined it was all just a cruel revenge. It turned out he hadn’t accepted her before because his heart already belonged to someone else. It turned out he accepted her later because she had stolen Seraphina’s championship and made Seraphina cry. For revenge, he pretended to be with her, using 99 lies to drag her into this abyss. Anya’s tears wouldn’t stop falling. Her throat felt clogged, making it hard to breathe. She looked at the group of people in the room, laughing so freely, so cruelly, then at Dax’s cold face, and suddenly felt like a complete joke. She had offered him her sincere heart, only for him to ruthlessly crush it and toss it into the garbage, cheaper than a discarded pig’s heart. Just then, the people in the room seemed to notice something and looked towards the door. Anya quickly turned and hurried away. She walked faster and faster, eventually breaking into a run. She didn’t know where she was going; she just wanted to escape this place, escape Dax, escape this absurd nightmare. She ran until she couldn’t anymore, then she crouched down, tears pouring out like a dam breaking. She covered her face, muffled sobs escaping her throat, as if trying to cry out all the injustice and pain. How ridiculous, Anya. You really are a complete and utter idiot. After what felt like an eternity, her phone vibrated in her hand. She trembled as she answered, and her mother’s gentle voice came from the other end. “Anya, your dad and I are moving abroad soon. Are you really sure you don’t want to come with us?” Not long ago, her parents received a job transfer overseas. They had planned to move the whole family, but she couldn’t bear to leave Dax. She kept delaying, even considering staying in the city permanently for him. But now, she only felt bitter irony. “No.” She wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, her voice hoarse but firm. “Dad, Mom, I’m coming with you.” Her mother’s delighted voice instantly chimed in: “That’s wonderful, sweetie! We’ll go ahead and finalize the paperwork then. Once it’s done, there’s no turning back.” She gripped her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she still replied with unwavering conviction: “I won’t regret it.” Her mother was about to hang up, but then thought of something and asked tentatively, “By the way, what about your boyfriend? Didn’t you chase him for a long time? You really liked him, didn’t you?” The word “boyfriend” felt like a thorn, piercing her heart. Anya’s mind instantly replayed the jarring laughter in the hospital room, Dax leaning casually on the bed, playing on his phone, the cruel mockery of his friends, and his ruthlessness, wasting three years to get revenge on her for Seraphina. Her heart clenched, as if an invisible hand had gripped it tightly, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe. “Not anymore,” she heard her own voice say, hoarse but calm. “I don’t like him anymore. Never again.” After hanging up, Anya stood by the roadside, letting the cold wind whip through her hair. She looked up at the gray sky, took a deep breath, and turned towards where she used to call “home.” The moment she pushed open the door, a familiar scent washed over her. Anya stood in the doorway, gazing at the familiar decor of the living room, feeling a sense of unreality. This was Dax’s apartment. He had given her the key after agreeing to her confession. That day, he leaned against the doorframe and said nonchalantly, “Let’s move in together.” She had been shy and overjoyed, believing it was the beginning of their love story. She had even secretly fantasized that one day, they would marry here, have children, and spend their entire lives together. But now, she only felt bitter irony. Move in together? It was just to make his revenge easier, wasn’t it? She didn’t know how deeply he loved Seraphina, to be willing to waste three years on her, living together with her, And sleeping with her so many times. All just to make her believe he loved her. For the next three days, Anya didn’t visit Dax at the hospital once. She locked herself in the apartment and began to sort through everything related to him. She found the diary she had kept during her secret crush on him, a thick notebook, every page filled with her innermost thoughts. “I saw him at the library again today. He was wearing a white shirt; he looked so handsome.” “He spoke to me today! Even though it was just polite, asking me to hand him something, I was happy all day.” “He agreed to be with me! Am I dreaming?” Anya flipped through the pages, one by one, tears silently streaming down her face. She tossed the diary into a trash bag, as if slowly peeling away her past love for him. Next were the gifts she had given him— A necklace, a watch, a jacket. Each item held her past joy and anticipation. Finally, there were all the photos she had secretly taken of him. Photos of Dax giving speeches, playing basketball, or leaning against the hallway talking to someone. Each one had made her heart flutter. She threw all these items into the trash, as if bidding farewell to her past self. On the evening of the third day, Anya finally finished organizing the last item. She stood in the center of the living room, looking at the empty apartment, feeling a sense of relief, like a burden had been lifted. Just then, Dax pushed open the door and walked in. His gaze swept over the now-empty room, his brows slightly furrowed. “What did you throw away?” Anya looked up, her eyes calm. “Nothing. Just some unnecessary things.” Dax took a few steps closer, a hint of displeasure in his voice. “I was so badly injured, why didn’t you come to see me?” Anya curled her lips into a faint smile, her tone cool. “Didn’t you already get discharged? How could you be so severely injured and still be back so quickly?” Dax froze for a moment, then explained, “I heard you gave me a lot of blood; I came back because I was worried about you.” He finished speaking, his gaze falling on her arm, his voice unusually gentle. “Does it hurt?” Anya pulled her hand away, saying flatly, “No, it doesn’t.” Dax noticed her coldness, his brows furrowing. “What happened recently? How did you change so much just because I was in the hospital for a few days?” Anya curled her lips, a faint smile on her face. “Changed? How?” Dax didn’t speak, but they both knew exactly what he meant. The old Anya used to look at him with eyes full of love. Even if he caught a cold, she would act like it was the end of the world, wanting to be glued to his side every second. But now, he had been hospitalized for three days, and she hadn’t even called him once. Dax’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as if trying to discern something from her expression. He suddenly spoke, his voice low and gentle. “Are you feeling a bit tired lately? They’re throwing a welcome-back party for me; want to come with me?” Before Anya could refuse, Dax had already taken her hand and led her to his car. The car stopped in front of an upscale club. Dax got out, walked around to her side, and opened the door for her. Anya glanced at him, said nothing, and silently stepped out of the car. The moment she walked into the club, Anya’s gaze was immediately drawn to a familiar figure. Seraphina Vaughn. She was wearing a white dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, a gentle smile on her face. She stood in the center of the crowd, chatting and laughing with a few friends. Seraphina was Dax’s childhood sweetheart. Although they had grown up together, Anya and Seraphina had never crossed paths in the years Anya and Dax had been together. So she had never imagined that Dax actually liked Seraphina. And the knowing look in Seraphina’s eyes, as she saw them holding hands, seemed to confirm that she was also aware of the 99 acts of revenge. Anya suddenly felt breathless. Dax seemed to notice Seraphina’s presence too. His fingers stiffened slightly, then he released Anya’s hand. He turned to Anya and whispered, “I’m going to make a call. You mingle for a bit, I’ll be right back.” Anya stood rooted to the spot, watching Dax’s retreating back, a chill spreading through her heart. Before she could say anything, Seraphina walked with elegant steps and followed behind Dax. Their figures, one after the other, disappeared around the corner of the club. Anya had no time to worry about what they were doing, because she was quickly surrounded by Dax’s friends. “Hey, Anya, come on, have a drink!” they said, grinning, as they offered her a glass of wine. Anya shook her head. “I can’t drink.” “Don’t be a party pooper! Just one glass, it’s nothing!” They shoved the glass into her hand without another word, pushing her forward. Anya struggled to break free and leave, but one of them suddenly pushed her hard. “Ah—!” Anya cried out, losing her balance and falling directly into the adjacent swimming pool. The icy water instantly engulfed her body. She couldn’t swim. Her limbs thrashed frantically, but she sank deeper and deeper. Water rushed into her mouth and nose, choking her, almost suffocating her. Her consciousness slowly faded, darkness enveloped her, and then, she completely lost all sensation. When Anya woke up again, she found herself lying in a familiar room. Her head was heavy, her body burning, as if on fire. She struggled to open her eyes and saw Dax sitting by the bed, holding a glass of water and a few pills. “You have a fever. Take these pills,” Dax said, his voice low, with a hint of concern. Anya drowsily took the pills and swallowed them with water. She didn’t have time to think, only feeling an intense dryness in her throat, her entire body drained of strength. She closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but her body grew hotter and hotter, as if something was burning inside her. After an unknown amount of time, she painstakingly opened her eyes and realized Dax was no longer in the room. She forced herself to sit up, touched her forehead, and found it alarmingly hot. She knew she couldn’t delay any longer; she had to go to the hospital. Anya dragged her heavy body and painstakingly made her way to the hospital. The doctor put her on an IV drip, and her fever finally subsided a little. After examining her, the doctor frowned and said, “Good thing you came early. Any later, and it could have turned into pneumonia.” Anya leaned weakly against the hospital bed, her voice hoarse. “Doctor, I took the medicine, why did it get worse?” The doctor paused, then asked, “What medicine did you take?” Anya pulled a small pill bottle from her pocket and handed it to the doctor. “Just some antibiotics. My boyfriend gave them to me.” The doctor took the pill bottle, opened it, and glanced inside. His face immediately turned serious. “These aren’t antibiotics at all! The bottle is for antibiotics, but it’s filled with sugar pills. They have no medicinal effect whatsoever; in fact, they only delayed your treatment.” Anya’s heart plummeted, her fingertips trembling slightly. Suddenly, her phone vibrated frantically a few times. She weakly raised her hand, picked up her phone, and saw a flurry of messages on the screen. They were from Dax’s friends. [Hahahaha, 97th revenge successful!] [Whoever thought of this is a genius! We ‘accidentally’ pushed her into the water, and then Dax switched out the meds. She must be suffering like hell right now.] Immediately after, someone frantically sent a message: [Holy sh*t, you posted it in the wrong SnapChat! Anya’s in this group!] Soon, those messages were quickly recalled, as if nothing had happened. Anya’s hand, holding the phone, trembled slightly. Her heart turned to ice, as if soaked in freezing water, making it hard to even breathe. So, even her falling into the water, her fever, and her medicine were all part of their elaborately planned revenge. And the “medicine” Dax had given her was just to make her suffer even more. Not long after, Dax’s call came in. “Where are you? Why aren’t you home?” Dax’s voice was deep, with a hint of barely perceptible urgency. Anya took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. “My fever got too bad. I’m at the hospital.” There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Dax’s voice came through. “I’ll be right there.” “No need,” she interrupted him. “I’ll be discharged after the IV drip and one more day of observation. I know you’ve been busy lately, so just focus on your work.” Dax was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, “Did you check your phone?” So that’s why he called, he was afraid she’d seen those messages. She lied. “No, the doctor said I was burning up, so I didn’t have time to check my phone.” The other end of the line fell silent again. Dax’s voice seemed to carry some unknown emotion. “You’ll be fine with me here.” Anya tightened her grip on the phone, a wave of sadness washing over her. With him? But wasn’t all this suffering brought on by him? Anya was discharged from the hospital. But just as she stepped out of the hospital to catch a cab, a group of people suddenly rushed out from behind. Without a word, they clapped a hand over her mouth and nose from behind. Before she could struggle, she lost consciousness. When she woke up again, Anya found herself lying in a dimly lit hotel room, her hands and feet bound. Several thugs surrounded her, their faces twisted into sickening smiles. “Awake now? Don’t be scared, boys here are gonna have some fun with you.” One of the thugs reached out to tear at her clothes. “Who are you? Let go, let go of me!” Anya fought desperately, but she was already weak and no match for them. She threw things, kicked at them, screamed loudly, but there was no response. As she watched them about to strip her completely, her heart filled with despair, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open. “Get out, all of you!” Dax’s voice came from hell itself, filled with raging fury. The thugs were terrified by his presence and scrambled out, tripping over themselves. Anya huddled on the bed, trembling uncontrollably. She looked up at Dax, seeing a desperate urgency and panic in his eyes for the first time. “Anya…” He rushed to her side, his hand trembling as he reached out to embrace her. But Anya recoiled sharply like a startled rabbit, her eyes filled with terror. Dax’s hand froze in mid-air, a flicker of pain in his eyes. Anya wanted to say something, but everything went black, and she fainted again. After an unknown amount of time, Anya vaguely woke up. She heard people talking in the hospital room, their voices hushed, yet she could still discern the anger in them. “Why wasn’t I told about this revenge plan?” It was Dax’s voice. “Didn’t you want to finish these 99 revenges quickly so you could be with Seraphina? We figured you were busy, so we just handled it for you,” a friend’s voice replied, sounding nonchalant. “I didn’t tell you to have someone assault her!” Dax’s voice suddenly rose, his anger almost overflowing. Everyone was startled, exclaiming in disbelief, “No, seriously, so what if we did? Didn’t we decide from the start to get brutal revenge on her? Why are you so mad?” Dax didn’t speak, only kicked over the coffee table with a thud. Why was he so angry? He didn’t even know why he was so angry! All these years, Anya had chased after him like a bright little sun. He still remembered the day he agreed to be with her—she had frozen in disbelief, then cried tears of joy. He had never seen her like this. Lying there, like a withered rose, completely lifeless. He didn’t know why, but he panicked. He didn’t want to see her like that. When she looked at him with those helpless eyes, a faint ache resonated in his heart. Seeing his prolonged silence, his friends exchanged a look; understanding dawned on them. One couldn’t help but ask, horrified, “Dax, this isn’t right… Don’t tell me you fell for her for real over these past few years?” The hospital room fell silent, as if the air itself had solidified. Dax, who had been raging at the instigators, suddenly froze, the words echoing in his mind— “Don’t tell me you fell for her for real over these past few years?” Love Anya? Impossible! He quickly dismissed the thought. He swiftly rejected the idea, as if doing so could completely erase that inexplicable emotion in his heart. He had always loved Seraphina. What was Anya to him? Just a tool he used for revenge. But if he had no feelings for her at all, why was he so furious when he saw those thugs on top of her? Even when Seraphina had been flirted with by other men, he had never been this impulsive! His words plunged the room back into silence. The friends exchanged glances, seemingly relieved. One of them clapped Dax on the shoulder, his tone light. “You should’ve said so earlier; you scared us to death. We actually thought you liked her. It’s not worth it to get emotionally involved in a revenge game. Seraphina would cry herself to death if she knew.” Dax didn’t respond, only suppressed the inexplicable emotion in his heart and said coldly, “I will never love Anya Miller, not in a million years.” His friends finally relaxed, laughing as they said, “Alright, alright, she’s about to wake up. We’ll get going now.” After everyone left, Dax slowly walked to the bedside and looked down at the unconscious Anya. Her face was pale, her brows slightly furrowed; she didn’t seem to be sleeping peacefully. His fingers unconsciously brushed her cheek, but he instantly pulled back, as if burned by the touch. He turned to the window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, trying to numb his chaotic thoughts with nicotine. When Anya woke up, only Dax was left in the room. He sat by the bed, holding a glass of water. Seeing her awake, he asked softly, “How do you feel? Still uncomfortable?” Anya didn’t answer, only turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. For the next few days, Dax stayed at the hospital to take care of her. But occasionally, he would step out to take calls, and each time he returned, there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness on his face. Anya knew he was probably coaxing Seraphina. Thinking back now, it was always like this when they were together. He would often step out to take calls, always saying it was for “business.” But she had never doubted him until now. Only now did she realize that on the other end of those calls was Seraphina. The doctor came to change her dressing. Anya looked up and saw a young, handsome doctor. She paused, then asked softly, “You weren’t my attending physician before, were you?” The young doctor smiled, his tone gentle. “He’s my mentor. I’m his intern. He’s doing his rounds today, so I’m changing your dressing.” Anya nodded, saying nothing more. The young doctor began to change her dressing, his movements gentle, but his face was always slightly flushed. As he was leaving, he hesitated, then suddenly asked, “Could I… get your contact information?” Anya froze. Before she could answer, Dax pushed open the door and walked in. His gaze swept coldly over the young doctor, his voice carrying a warning. “She has a boyfriend, can’t you see that? Flirting with a patient? Do you want to kiss your internship goodbye?” The young doctor was intimidated by his presence, apologized profusely, and left the room in a hurry. Dax walked to Anya’s side, his face cold, a hint of displeasure in his voice. “Next time you encounter someone like that, just tell them you have a boyfriend. Is that so hard to say?” Anya looked at him, feeling only amusement. He said he would never love her, but what was this sudden possessiveness supposed to be? A few days after her discharge, Dax suddenly suggested they go to a class reunion. She knew he never bothered with such events before, but this time he had actively suggested it, clearly with another motive. Sure enough, at the reunion, Anya spotted Seraphina immediately. On the surface, Dax was cool and distant towards Seraphina, seemingly having little interaction with her. But true love, it couldn’t be hidden. Halfway through the party, Anya went to the restroom. When she returned, she found everyone playing Truth or Dare. Seraphina lost and was asked a personal question. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she was about to speak when Dax suddenly snatched the card, saying coldly, “I’ll take the punishment for her.”
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