Author: Momo Chan

I transmigrated into a rotten “white moonlight” character, and the billionaire heir is using the heroine to humiliate me. “One piece of clothing, one million dollars.” I thought for a few seconds. Then I swiftly took off my dress. Chapter 1 As consciousness returned, a voice reached my ears. “Stay with me for one night, one million.” I looked toward the sound. Is that… Lucas? I wasn’t quite sure. Lucas had always been smiley, looking obedient and sweet. But the person in front of me was more mature and vicious than the Lucas in my memory. Although he was smiling, it carried undisguised malice. I frowned, “Lucas?” Lucas chuckled lightly, “What, unwilling?” Just as I was about to speak, a barrage of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Even so, isn’t Lucas going a bit too far?] [? Is the commenter above a saint? This is the vicious female supporting character we’re talking about, she’s harmed the heroine countless times.] [Did you forget? Luna faked depression, always finding excuses to lure the male leads away.] [Luckily the male leads finally saw Luna’s true colors. Poor baby Chloe, that white lotus harmed her so much in the past few years.] [? Don’t be so misogynistic. Even if the female supporting character is vicious, she shouldn’t be humiliated like this] [Here we go again, once you dislike a female character, it’s misogyny warning!] [Confirmed, commenter above is misogynistic.] [Lol, is this some misogyny loop?] The string of comments hurt my eyes. A lot of unfamiliar memories crowded into my brain. I gathered my thoughts and sorted out valid information from the comments and memories. I transmigrated. Ten years into the future. I am the vicious female supporting character in this reverse harem novel. Originally the “white moonlight”—the first love—of this group of wealthy heirs. But my family went bankrupt, parents died. And because of jealousy towards the heroine, targeting her everywhere, I was sanctioned by this group of heirs. The current me is also suffering from a terminal illness and about to go offline. To survive, I hoped to borrow money based on past affections. As a result, the male leads used this to vent anger for the heroine and humiliate me. I lowered my eyes. So that’s it. So, my family went bankrupt. No wonder Lucas dared to treat me like this. Seeing my silence, Lucas raised an eyebrow. He cupped his face, pretending to be understanding, “How about this.” He seemed to be thinking seriously, “Take off one piece of clothing, one million.” “How about it, good deal, right?” Lucas leaned back on the sofa, winking at me, looking as if he had made a huge concession for me. Beside him, Ethan frowned, but still didn’t speak. Xavier maintained an attitude of indifference from beginning to end. Others in the private room looked playful. I wasn’t angry either. My brain was thinking fast. I only have two days’ worth of medicine left, and currently only twenty thousand dollars on me. Surgery fees are far from enough. Post-op maintenance is an even bigger sum. But I don’t want to die yet. I looked down. I was only wearing a white dress. Without hesitation, I decisively grabbed the hem of the dress, and from bottom to top, swiftly took off the dress. Chapter 2 It seemed no one expected me to really do it. The smile on Lucas’s face froze, eyes widening. Ethan frowned and turned his head away. Others in the private room, some whistled, some whispered. The comments were also shocked. [WTF, why is it censored? Did the female supporting character really strip?] [Why can’t I, a noble VIP member, see this!] [Is the female supporting character this brave] [Oh my god, Luna is so shameless] [Does she have no shame? Rushing to be cheap] [? Commenter above, go see a brain doctor if your brain is broken, don’t talk out of your ass here] I ignored the bloodbath in the comments and didn’t care about the reactions of the people present. Why should I be ashamed? The ones who should be ashamed are the men who proposed stripping and stuffing things. Not the women forced into submission. I looked at Lucas calmly. Lucas’s gaze followed my face down, and when it touched my chest, he retracted it abruptly as if burned. Lucas turned his head, gritting his teeth, “Sister Luna is truly extraordinary now.” I didn’t care about his sarcasm, “Give me the money.” Lucas choked, as if laughing in anger, turning to glare at me, “What if I don’t?” Lucas looked at me provocatively with a rogue expression of “what can you do to me”. I tilted my head, “You went back on your word, right?” “Yes.” Lucas looked leisurely, not dodging my gaze anymore, staring straight at me. I bent down, picked up the dress on the floor and put it back on. Then, under Lucas’s strange gaze, I walked in front of him. I reached out quickly, picked up the wine bottle on the table, smash, and slammed it hard on Lucas’s head. Because of my illness, my strength wasn’t great, but it still smashed Lucas’s head full of wine and blood. Lucas screamed, before he could react. I took the broken bottle, leaned forward, and knelt on Lucas. The sharp broken bottle pressed against the carotid artery on Lucas’s neck. Only then did everyone react, screaming in unison, threats, intimidation. I acted as if I heard nothing. Just kneeling on Lucas, pressing hard against his neck. I said calmly, “Transfer the money, one million.” Lucas’s Adam’s apple rolled. Blood ran down his forehead past the corner of his eye, a patch of crimson. Except for the initial surprise, Lucas had clearly recovered now. There was no fear of life threat in his eyes, instead, excitement. Lucas tilted his neck back, lips bright red, opening and closing, “Sister Luna is a bit different today.” I ignored him, just applied slight pressure on my hand. Ethan spoke from the side, “Luna Solis, what trick are you playing again.” Ethan counted as my childhood friend. Same school since kindergarten. Ethan had always been cool and aloof, pretending to keep strangers away. To see him panic, I played tricks on him quite a bit. Only in front of me did Ethan show the liveliness of a teenager. Now, Ethan’s face was that cold dead look again. Chapter 3 I tilted my head, looked at Ethan steadily, then said, “None of your damn business.” Ethan frowned instantly, “You’re a girl, why is your mouth full of profanity.” I continued, “None of your damn business.” Ethan’s icy face twisted for a moment, turned his head away and stopped looking at me, muttering, “I think you’re really crazy.” I repeated like a robot, “None of your damn business.” Ethan’s face darkened, silently moved his butt, sitting far away from me. “Pfft.” Lucas laughed out loud, trembling all over. His neck rubbed against the sharp edge, blood oozing out. But Lucas didn’t care, still laughing. Until he laughed enough, he looked at me again. Lucas’s eyes were teary, looking at me now, he had that obedient and稚 tender look from memory. I loosened my hand slightly. Lucas said, “I can’t transfer money like this.” Lucas blinked innocently, acting helpless. I reached directly into Lucas’s pants pocket. This idiot Lucas, groaned for some unknown reason. A very weird sound. Full of flirtatious energy. I took out Lucas’s phone and held it in front of him. Lucas took it, after some operation, a notification sound came from my bag not far away. Only then did I let go, just about to get up from Lucas. Lucas suddenly reached out, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pressed me into his embrace. I subconsciously raised my hand, stabbing the bottle towards Lucas. But my hands were twisted behind my back by Lucas. I was forced to lean into Lucas’s arms. Lucas laughed until his chest shook. I opened my mouth and bit the full pectoral muscle pressed against my lips. Bit hard, didn’t let go. Bit until a bloody taste spread in my mouth. Obviously, Lucas’s pectoral muscle was bitten broken by me. I wanted to use this to make Lucas let go. But this guy Lucas, seemed unafraid of pain. Squeezed out that weird flirtatious groan from his throat again. The thing sitting under my leg also felt hard. Just at this moment, the private room door was pushed open, and a slender and frail figure stood outside. The comments scrolled wildly. [Ahhh, baby Chloe is here!] [Daughter is so good and soft! Mama loves you] [Lucas, this unfaithful man! I announce Lucas withdraws from the male lead candidates!] [I saw it just now, it was Xavier who texted Chloe to come. Tsk tsk, such a scheming man] [Lol, unscrupulous means to get the wife] [Wait, when is this female supporting character going offline? Such an eyesore] [? Didn’t Chloe not establish relationships with the male leads yet? Why are the comments acting like she’s the official wife beating the mistress?] [? Is the commenter above sick? Criticizing the heroine again? Clearly wavering between three male leads, swaying between heroine and female supporting character.] [Agreed, the three male leads are the real cheap ones.] Chapter 4 Seeing the scene inside the private room, Chloe’s eyes turned red, on the verge of tears, “Lucas, you, how could you…” “Why are you with her…” Chloe’s face was pale, tottering like a fragile white flower, a miserable appearance of fragility, indignation, and deep blow. I let go of my mouth and started struggling hard. But after a while, I was panting. A sick body is really powerless. I tried to reason, “Chloe is here.” But Lucas didn’t even look at Chloe at the door. I was very puzzled. This group of people, didn’t they like the heroine very much? Jealous for the heroine, humiliating and taking revenge on me for the heroine. Now that the heroine is here, why this indifferent look again. Chloe’s face turned even paler, seeing Lucas ignoring her, she turned and ran away crying. Ethan got up to chase. Passing by me and Lucas, he glanced at me. “Luna, is this your method?” “You clearly know Chloe likes Lucas.” “I thought you had truly repented.” Ethan was extremely disappointed, said no more, and chased after Chloe. Me: … Idiot. I struggled again, this time successfully. Lucas let go smilingly. His lips were rosy. Paired with the blood on his forehead and corner of his eye, and wet hair, he looked somewhat like a gorgeous and creepy female ghost. This brat Lucas, I have to admit, is very pretty. A delicate little princess since childhood. Even slightly better than me. I glanced at him, “Need help calling 911?” Lucas shook his head, still grinning, “Doesn’t hurt, Sister Luna.” I ignored him, picked up my bag and walked out.

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The system tasked me with matchmaking the male and female leads. But I’m a bit of a klutz and often misunderstand instructions. The system told me to “lick” the male lead to highlight his charm. I obeyed literally. The system exploded: “Stop! Who told you to use your tongue?” The male lead blushed and didn’t dare look me in the eye after that. The system told me to bully the female lead to trigger the male lead’s protective instincts. I stuffed bread I didn’t like into the female lead’s hands and forced her to eat it all. The impoverished female lead clutched her starving stomach, looking at me with red, teary eyes. I asked the system for praise, saying I bullied her to tears. The system exploded again: “She’s crying tears of gratitude, you idiot! “Look at the male lead, the way he looks at you is practically dripping with honey! “You useless trash! You let the female lead win you over!!!” Chapter 1 “L-Lick him? That’s not very appropriate, is it?” I shrank in my seat, afraid to move. The system urged me frantically: “Don’t dawdle. Do you want the money for your grandma’s surgery or not?” I did. I steeled my heart, rushed over to Caleb Vance’s face, extended my tongue, and gave a gentle lick. The boy’s face turned completely red instantly. His usually aloof expression cracked inch by inch. The system let out a shriek: “Who the hell told you to use your mouth?!” “Didn’t you tell me to lick him?” I felt extremely wronged. System: “‘Lick’ means to suck up to him! To pursue him like a desperate dog! I didn’t mean literally lick him! You idiot!!” Huh? I really didn’t catch that meaning. What do I do now? I was incredibly embarrassed. I pulled out a tissue to wipe Caleb’s face, stammering an apology: “S-Sorry, I actually wanted to pursue you…” Caleb’s handsome face turned even redder. He gave me a deep look, then stood up silently, turned stiffly, and left. The system was furious. “How did I choose such a big idiot!” Why is it talking like that? I didn’t ask it to choose me. It appeared out of nowhere, congratulating me on being selected as a tool to catalyze the relationship between the male and female leads. The male lead is the school hunk, Caleb Vance. The female lead is the newly transferred scholarship student, Sarah Young. And I am an irrelevant extra. I didn’t like its tone and didn’t want to cooperate with the mission. But the system said the reward was ten million dollars, enough to pay for my grandma’s medical bills and let her retire happily. So I accepted the mission. The first task the system issued was to “lick” the male lead to highlight his charm. But I misunderstood the instruction and messed it up. The system had no choice but to issue a new task. It said I should go with the flow and upgrade to a “perverted stalker,” pestering the male lead relentlessly. With the male lead’s reserved nature, he would absolutely not stand such enthusiasm and would instead grow fond of the reserved female lead. I hesitated a little: “But I don’t know how to act like a pervert…” System: “No need to act. Just perform normally like you did just now.” I understood that. So, whenever I saw Caleb, I rushed up to lick him. It was quite psychologically difficult at first. But once I broke through the mental barrier… After the second, third, and fourth time, it became much easier. By the fifth time, I could hug Caleb and gnaw on him without batting an eye. However, Caleb also gained experience. He raised his hand in time and pinched my mouth shut. The system clapped happily: “Great! The male lead is finally sick of you!” Looking at the boy’s cold face, my legs went soft: “He won’t beat me up, will he?” “Don’t be afraid, I’ll block your pain receptors.” I closed my eyes, ready for the impact. But the expected punch didn’t fall. Caleb just sighed lightly and said in a negotiating tone: “Wait a moment, I’m going to wash my face.” I opened my eyes, asking confusedly with my gaze. Caleb explained: “My face is a bit dirty right now. After I wash it, you can…” He didn’t finish, the tips of his ears red as hot iron. “Wait a moment?” The system screamed: “What the hell is washing his face?” “And what is the male lead shy about? Shouldn’t he hate you and punch you?!” I don’t know either. “I’m sorry… did I mess up again?” I lowered my head, terrified the system would scold me. Just then, Caleb’s voice sounded above my head: “I’m done washing.” He stared at me with burning eyes: “Coming?” He suddenly leaned in, his handsome face magnifying in front of me. His bangs were still wet, looking inexplicably appetizing. My heart inexplicably skipped a few beats. I subconsciously stepped back two steps, turned, and ran. Chapter 2 “Why are you running?!” The system resented my failure to meet expectations: “You should have just pounced on him, gnawed on him, pantsed him, grabbed his crotch!” “Make him disgusted with you to the core, then develop feelings for the reserved female lead!” “I did it for your own good.” I replied sullenly. I am a decent girl; how could I do such things? The system couldn’t persuade me, so it had to let it go. “Fine. Start with the female lead first. Bully her to trigger the male lead’s protective instincts.” I looked at the female lead the system mentioned, Sarah Young. She was a newly transferred scholarship student, diligent in studies, introverted, looking like an honest kid at first glance. Right now, she was sitting in the seat in front of me, buried in her work. Her back was bony, making her school uniform look empty. Bully her… I hesitated. System: “Do you still want the reward? Do you still want to treat your grandma?” I gritted my teeth and stood up. Straight to the commissary. System: “What are you doing?” Me: “Preparatory work.” When I returned, Sarah was gnawing on a dry bun. Seeing me stop at her desk, she paused her chewing, looked up with cheeks puffed out, and asked vaguely: “Is… is something wrong?” I dumped a full bag of raisin bread on her desk and commanded condescendingly: “Eat it all for me!” The system let out a shriek: “What are you doing, Maya He! I told you to bully her, not feed her!” I shushed it: “This is the worst flavor. If she doesn’t cry after eating, I’ll change my last name to hers.” That’s right, this was my insidious tactic. For Grandma… I’m sorry, Sarah! I closed my eyes, unable to bear watching her painful expression. When I opened my eyes again, I met a pair of red eyes— She was crying, as expected. Sarah was stuffing bread into her mouth painfully while wiping tears silently. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to be soft-hearted, urging coldly: “Eat it all! No leftovers allowed!” Sarah nodded while crying: “Boohoo, mm-hmm.” I was confident: “Mr. System, can I get the reward this time? I bullied her to tears.” The system didn’t answer. I only heard heavy breathing. After a long while, I heard the system reply through gritted teeth: “Maya He, you big idiot! “The female lead is crying tears of gratitude!” I froze: “Huh?” Gratitude? Why? “Thank you…” At this time, Sarah spoke up. She thanked me between sobs: “I ran out of living expenses and haven’t eaten a full meal for days… Thank you, Classmate Maya, you are such a good person…” … It’s over. I think I messed up again. The system had a bad temper and kept calling me an idiot. I felt extremely guilty. “I’m sorry.” I apologized in a small voice: “You’re right to scold me. I really am stupid. I had a high fever as a child with no one around, burned my brain… I’m really sorry.” The system froze, then flew into a rage: “How could your parents be so irresponsible? How do they raise a child?” Me: “Parents didn’t want me anymore. I only have Grandma.” The system was silent for a moment: “…Sorry.” It didn’t scold me anymore and gave me a chance to remedy the situation: “This time, you must humiliate the female lead fiercely in front of the male lead!” “Mmh!” I thought hard and finally grasped Sarah’s weakness, holding back a “big move.” Isn’t Sarah a scholarship student? Then I will use what she lacks most to trample on her dignity! Chapter 3 The system gave me an advance on the reward, and I withdrew a part of it from the bank. Then, waiting until Sarah blushed and told the class monitor that she would have to pay her tuition later, I seized the opportunity, walked over, and slammed the money hard in front of Sarah. “From today on, you are my lackey. Take the money. In the future, do whatever I tell you to do.” I raised my chin high, fully displaying arrogance and rudeness. Sure enough, Sarah’s big eyes turned red instantly. She accepted the money in humiliation and handed it to the class monitor. Then she choked up and said to me: “Maya, thank you.” Although she thanked me verbally, her eyes were red like a rabbit, full of humiliation. I knew that giving her money at this time must have made her feel very embarrassed. She must hate me to death in her heart. Also, Caleb. He must hate me to death. I swept my gaze, accurately finding Caleb, meeting that handsome face with no expression. He met my gaze. The next second, the corner of his mouth curved up. Me: “?” I called the system in panic: “Caleb smiled at me. Is he going to beat me to death?” I remember it’s always like this on TV. When a person is extremely angry, they will laugh, and then the other person will die miserably… Boohoo… What to do?? “Mr. System? Mr. System??” After a long while, the system spoke: “Maya He.” It sighed, with a tone of powerlessness: “I really f*cking want to pry open your skull and see what weird structure is inside! “I actually believed you, waiting to see your big move! “And you call this inhuman character humiliation?? “The person is worried about money, and you send money over. That’s called help in a time of need! “The female lead wishes she could kowtow to you twice! “Also, are you blind?! “The male lead is looking at you with honey dripping from his eyes, and you suspect he wants to beat you to death?? “Your IQ is not high, and your EQ is negative too, right? “Maya He, I really want to punch you twice!” Huh? Is that so? Why is it completely different from what I thought… I shrank my neck. Bit the bullet and apologized: “S-Sorry…” The system was even angrier: “You only know to apologize! Change then! Do you know where you went wrong?!” “I know, I know.” The system lost trust in me and forbade me from improvising anymore. It demanded I strictly follow its instructions. “Since the money is given, just force the female lead to do what she hates most, what pains her most!” The system laughed sinisterly. Regarding this instruction, I was full of confidence. No one knows better than me what can make a student feel most painful! I slapped several mock exam papers heavily on Sarah’s desk and ordered her arrogantly: “Sarah Young! I order you to finish all five sets of these test papers tonight!” Sarah’s eyes turned red again. “Maya, thank you.” Her eyes were full of gratitude: “Not only did you buy me food and pay my tuition, but you also urged me to study… You are truly a good person!” Me: “…” No, I’m not. System: “…I fcking… You fcking… Forget it.” I asked humbly: “How else should I bully her?” “Just stop it.” The system was very impatient: “You’re not cut out for this.” Chapter 4 The system thought about it and decided to have me abandon the female lead route and concentrate firepower on the male lead. Pursue the male lead, fake intimacy, cause the female lead to misunderstand. Force her to recognize her own feelings. “Immediately, right now, write a love letter to the male lead!” Writing a love letter for the first time, I had no idea where to start. Asked the system, the system didn’t know either. It was righteous: “I’ve never chased anyone, how would I know how to write this kind of thing?” “I haven’t either.” “Don’t you have to now?” “…” The system pondered and provided an inspiration: “Just disgust him.” Be superficial, be exaggerated, use it to express you like him. With the male lead’s low-key personality, he will absolutely be disgusted to the extreme! Then turn around and see the refreshingly reserved female lead, bound to be refreshed and moved… The system got more and more excited as it spoke, so I had to bite the bullet and write: “Dear Classmate Caleb Vance: Ah, if you were a flower, I would be a butterfly! If you were a star, I would be the telescope chasing you! From the moment I saw you for the first time, your handsome face deeply, deeply attracted me! My gaze, my heartbeat, every minute and every second of my future—are destined to burn for you!” While I wrote, the system commented passionately: “Good, that’s the flavor! Maya He, you finally did something reliable!” “Written well, continue… Holy sh*t, this is too disgusting, barf!” … While I buried my head writing the love letter to Caleb, Sarah walked over. She handed me a small box of snacks, eyes shining: “I made them myself. Thank you for helping me last time.” She leaned closer, voice soft: “Maya, what are you writing?” The system immediately directed: “Quick! Say you’re writing a love letter, say you love Caleb like crazy, make her jealous!” I did as told, but Sarah didn’t show the expected sour expression. She just blinked blankly, then looked at me with bright eyes, saying seriously: “Although I don’t know Caleb very well… but the person Maya likes must be very good!” I froze. Why is this so different from what I imagined? Subconsciously turned back, and met Caleb’s gaze directly. Don’t know when he stopped behind us, don’t know how long he listened to us talking. Only that pair of peach blossom eyes were shining just like Sarah’s. Seeing me turn, Caleb’s ears turned red, and he turned and walked away. The system exploded with excitement: “See! My method is awesome! “Plan hasn’t officially started yet, and the male lead is already shy facing the female lead!” Me: “Mmh mmh.”

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I have a stepbrother from a wealthy family who is hearing-impaired. Everyone thinks I’ll take care of him, but in reality— When I failed to wake him up, he glared at me, and I calmly said, “Why didn’t you use sign language to call me?” Him: “?” When he was reading, I curiously asked, “You can’t hear, but can you understand the words?” He angrily spat out, “I. Am. Not. Blind!” The comments went wild. [Female lead, can you listen to what you are saying?] [Brother’s view of his sister: Demon child jpg] [Laughing so hard I’m rich. I feel like in a few days, the villain will speak fluently!] Chapter 1 It’s been less than half a month since my mom remarried into a wealthy family. When I came home from school, I unexpectedly found a little boy at the door. The boy was about eight or nine years old, sitting lonely on the steps outside the door. Seeing someone coming, he lifted his eyes, suddenly seeing two strange faces, me and my mom. Wariness surfaced in his eyes, and he instinctively backed away a bit. I just thought he was a neighbor kid passing by and didn’t take it to heart. But at this moment, a glowing subtitle suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [This is the villain when he was little?] [Tsk, the villain’s mom dislikes him as a burden and doesn’t want him anymore. He has nowhere to go and can’t hear, so he can only run back home, not expecting his dad married a new wife.] [I remember it seems to be right here, the female lead and her mom deliberately ask the security guard to chase the person away, conceal this news, causing the villain to wander the streets, get kidnapped by traffickers, suffer for years, and immediately take revenge on these two vicious mother and daughter after growing up!] I stared at the rapidly flashing subtitles, suspecting I was hallucinating. But I still sharply caught the keywords. This is my cheap stepfather’s son? Beside me, Mom also saw the boy squatting at the door and frowned: “Whose kid is this? Dirty. Call security to find his family.” Saying this, my mom turned to call security. The boy sitting there didn’t understand, still staring at us, his small face tense, looking a bit frightened. Seeing this, I couldn’t think much, grabbed my mom’s arm, speaking faster: “Wait, Mom, look at how much this kid looks like uncle, maybe it’s his son!” Through the comments, I probably understood that this cheap stepbrother would become a big villain in the future and take revenge on me and my mom. This is truly a colossal misunderstanding! My mom and I are good people! Chapter 2 Yes, I transmigrated into a book. Finally managed to be reborn, suffered for thirteen years, thinking the light boat had passed ten thousand mountains, didn’t expect there were still eighteen bends in this mountain road. In the vast sea of people, my mom, this good person, just had to find the villain’s dad. Damn! It’s fine if this world doesn’t revolve around me. But playing me like a fiddle is what? But anger aside, hearing my words, my mom paused, scrutinizing the little boy in front of her according to my words: “Hey, you don’t say, he really looks like him, but didn’t he say his ex-wife took the kid away?” I was silent for a moment, then spoke: “It’s going to rain outside soon, better go inside the house first and talk…” “Alright then.” Seeing my mom agree, I breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight towards the boy. Seeing me approach, the boy backed away a bit more, his spine almost pressing against the door. He watched helplessly as he was enveloped in my shadow, pupils shrinking slightly, instinctively shielding his head. But the next moment, I squatted down to be level with him: “Hey, what’s your name?” No one answered for a long time. Instead, the boy hesitantly lifted his head, just meeting my friendly gaze. Seeing my lips move, he pointed to his ear, then waved his hand. Oh right, almost forgot, he can’t hear. I shut up resentfully, reached out to him, pointing to the door again, two fingers gesturing walking in. Afraid he wouldn’t understand, I pouted my mouth again, looking a bit comical. This should be understandable, right? Seeing this, the boy stared at me blankly, those dull black eyes lighting up bit by bit. Chapter 3 [Hey, how is it different from what I thought? The female lead actually let the villain in?] [I feel the female lead and her mom don’t seem as bad as written in the book. She asked security to find his family, not chase him away.] [Lol, how could she not know this is her husband’s son? Just pretending to be stupid. After all, if the villain comes back, and is a boy, what’s left of the inheritance for the mother and daughter?] I saw the comments. Wanted to curse back. But feared being treated as mentally ill. So I chose to be angry in cowardly anger. When my mom opened the door, I took Noah in together. Crossing the entryway, what came into view was a living room decorated in low-key luxury. After looking around, I sat on the sofa contentedly. Leaving everything else aside, this staggering wealth finally falls to me! Noah sat silently on the side, I didn’t pay attention either. After all, I’m not familiar with him, and didn’t plan to curry favor with him. So what if he’s a villain? My mom and I didn’t conceal this news ow. My mom went aside to call my stepfather. Not long after, stepfather came back. The man was in a suit, expression indifferent as he scanned Noah sitting there, eyes moving slightly, obviously a bit surprised. And Noah, seeing his biological dad appear, subconsciously rose from the sofa, staring fixedly at stepfather, uneasiness and fear in his eyes. “Is this your son?” Suddenly, Mom spoke, breaking the dead silence. Stepfather pursed his lips, still nodded: “His mom took him when we divorced. Don’t know how he came back.” Hearing this, Mom oh-ed, didn’t say more. Seeing this, stepfather still thought Mom was unhappy, pondered for a moment, glanced at Noah, and said: “If you mind, I’ll have someone send him back to his mom now.” Mom: “…” Noah couldn’t hear, but he could observe expressions. The light in those black eyes gradually extinguished, he lowered his head, black hair covering his eyes, hand hanging at his side clenched tight. Chapter 4 [Sure enough, I knew the female lead mother and daughter had no good intentions! Good means! First deliberately let the little villain in, then borrow stepfather’s hand to send the person away!] [Wait till Noah turns dark, none of these culprits can escape!] [With a stepmother comes a stepfather, the gold content of this saying is still rising…] Comments flashed one after another, my forehead veins jumped rapidly. You er. Stepfather’s words made it seem like my mom and I were small-minded and couldn’t tolerate Noah. Then wouldn’t Noah hate me and my mom? This cunning man! I pulled Mom’s sleeve and spoke promptly: “Mom, I think this younger brother is quite cute!” Mom, who originally intended to follow stepfather’s words to send Noah away: “?” The woman’s eyes trembled, but eventually cherishing me, she thought about it and agreed: “He is your son, it’s right for him to live at home.” Hearing this, stepfather was noncommittal, gesturing hand signs to Noah. I couldn’t understand, but Noah’s eyelids lifted slightly, gaze sweeping past me and my mom, lips tightly pursed, suddenly turned and walked towards upstairs by himself. Seeing this, stepfather’s brows pressed down, faintly displeased. I looked left and right, confused. What does this mean?

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I always listened to my brother growing up. But I secretly dated his mortal enemy for three years. Lucas Hunt was known for being rebellious in our circle. But he was devoted to me, only he never wanted to go public. His friends asked him why, and he smiled playfully: “Because I don’t love Hazel Summers. “I’m only with her to get back at her brother and vent for my sister. “So on my birthday, I’m going to dump her hard, making them the laughing stock.” So on that highly anticipated birthday party, I didn’t show up. Instead, I went to Hong Kong for an arranged marriage. On my wedding day, Lucas rushed over, covered in dust, to stop the wedding but was blocked at the door. He begged the security to let him in, claiming to be the bride’s boyfriend. But he searched through his phone and couldn’t find a single piece of evidence that we had ever been together. Chapter 1 “Just to vent for your sister?” Lucas exhaled smoke, his eyes dark: “She felt humiliated after being rejected, left the country heartbroken, and he wouldn’t even accept my confession. Is that not enough?” His friend exclaimed: “Lucas, are you crazy? How can you like your sister?” “We’re not related by blood.” Through the smoke, Lucas’s expression blurred: “Why can’t I like her?” “But what did Hazel do wrong? “It was her brother who rejected her, what does it have to do with her? You can’t take your anger out on her. “Besides, you chased her for two years! In these three years together, you spoiled her, loved her, your relationship is so good, I thought you were going to propose on your birthday.” Silence for a moment. When the cigarette burned to the end, Lucas put it out and sneered: “If I didn’t act convincingly, how could I make her fall for me? “Only by falling into the abyss at her happiest moment will she be in agony. “Feel the same pain my sister felt.” I bit my trembling lip hard, my eyes stinging, tears about to fall. His friend frowned, slightly regretful: “Are you really going to do this? No regrets?” Lucas picked up his wine glass, his voice cold: “Absolutely no regrets.” I lowered my eyes, a petal fell, along with a tear, hitting the ground. No wonder he was never willing to go public in these three years. It turns out he had someone else in his heart. The mutual affection I thought we had. Was just a carefully designed scam by him. At this moment, I didn’t even have the desire to go downstairs and question him. Questioning, arguing, entanglement. Letting him feel my pain, isn’t that exactly what he wants? Turning away, I left the gift I intended to give him right there. Chapter 2 When I got home, I met my brother who had just returned from a business trip in Hong Kong. “Why are your eyes so red?” he asked with concern. I lowered my head and wiped them: “It’s windy outside.” On the living room sofa, he said: “I know you’re going to Hong Kong for your PhD. “So, do you want to reconsider the Xie family in Hong Kong? “Julian Xie is a good guy, strictly selected by your brother, you can rest assured.” He had mentioned arranged marriage to me several times before. I never agreed. Because of Lucas. Because I wanted free love. Marry someone I like. But now I dare not think so. Perhaps knowing the basics provides more security. Even if there is no love, at least there won’t be deception and harm. I can have more time to continue my studies. Mom and Dad will also be relieved. I’ve thought it through. “Brother, I agree to the arranged marriage.” “Really?” My brother sounded excited, “Then I’ll tell the Xie family right away.” Back in my room, I packed up all the gifts Lucas had given me over the years. Just as I was about to throw them into the storage room, my brother knocked on the door: “Next Friday, we’re going to Hong Kong.” That day happened to be Lucas’s birthday. Chapter 3 The next day, I organized the documents I needed to take with me at home. Busy until the afternoon, Lucas called, asking if he could pick me up to go out. It was noisy on his end, with the sound of radio announcements in the background. Probably at the airport. Hearing my refusal, he faintly breathed a sigh of relief: “Then eat well at home, don’t diet, hear me?” Such concern, acting so realistically. Later, my brother’s friend messaged me, asking me to pick him up. My car was being serviced, so I drove his. Finding the location according to the room number, I gently pushed the door open. But I saw Lucas intimately hugging a woman, playing a game of passing paper with their mouths. His hands were on her waist, a smile rippling at the corner of his mouth. Dissolute and unruly. People around were jeering: “Kiss one, kiss one!” Lucas took the paper away and frowned. But the woman leaned in, seeing the distance closing, just as their lips were about to touch. He turned his head slightly and met my eyes. Everyone’s gaze turned towards me. Panic flashed in his eyes. I lowered my eyes: “Sorry, I seem to have walked into the wrong room.” Closing the door for them, just a few steps out, I was dragged by Lucas into an empty private room. In the dim light, he circled me, pinching my chin: “Jealous?” I shook my head. “It’s not what you think, that’s my sister. “There’s nothing between us. Just a game. “Be good, give hubby a kiss?” He chuckled and leaned down, just as the kiss was about to land, I dodged. Breaking free from his confinement, I looked away: “My brother is waiting for me.” The door was pushed open by the woman first, she covered her mouth in surprise: “Lucas, you guys…” That was his non-blood-related sister, Bella. After Lucas’s gaze rested on me for a few seconds, he walked to her side, explaining: “Drank too much, walked into the wrong room. “I’m not familiar with this lady.” Bella smiled and took his arm: “Everyone is waiting for you.” I said nothing, nor did I look at Lucas. Just lifted my foot and walked out. Passing by, he subconsciously wanted to grab my hand. But stopped in mid-air, clenching into a fist. Chapter 4 In the car, my drunk brother turned on chatterbox mode. From childhood stories to me going to Hong Kong for grad school five years ago. “Sorry Hazel, I shouldn’t have opposed you back then. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have run so far, knowing no one.” Back then my brother wanted me to study business so I could help him with the business later. I wasn’t interested, instead continuing with experiments. A place with no family, unfamiliar environment. Lucas appeared. He understood me, knew me, supported me. I wanted to take that step towards him. Then remembered he and my brother became mortal enemies because of a project. So I tactfully rejected him. But he relentlessly pursued me for two years. No matter how cold I was, he always greeted me with a smile: “Hazel Summers, you are worth this affection. “And you don’t need to feel sorry for me, the one who falls first has to give more, this is all my willingness.” Later he risked his life to save me, which made me firmly hold his hand. Back then he said: “For you, I’m not afraid of death.” Now he says: “If I didn’t act convincingly, how could I make her fall for me?” My chest tightened. In a moment of distraction, the car drove onto the flowerbed. Chapter 5 Fortunately it was our own flowerbed, no one was hurt. My brother bumped his head, a bruise forming, speaking earnestly: “Before you leave, better not drive anymore.” I lowered my head like a quail: “Sorry brother, I’ll get it fixed for you.” Drove the car to the shop. Thinking of making amends, might as well buy him a new one. Just walked into the hall. Heard Bella’s voice: “It’s okay, I can test drive in high heels.” She sat on the sofa. Lucas squatted beside her, holding her ankle, carefully helping untie the straps. Like treating a treasure. Tone was undeniably caring: “No, what if you twist it, hurt it?” After taking off her high heels, he changed her into flats: “When going out, I’ll just carry you.” Although Bella muttered, the smile on her lips couldn’t be hidden. “Lucas, you really are my good brother.” Lucas froze for a moment, frowning slightly. I laughed very lightly in my heart. He doesn’t want to be your good brother. “You are so good, being your girlfriend must be very happy.” Bella held his shoulder to stand up. Lucas stayed squatting, wondering what he was thinking. Then took out his phone. Next second, my phone dinged. It was a message from him: [Baby, I have a race tomorrow, come, I’ll give you a surprise.] Chapter 6 When I arrived at the racetrack, the race was about to start. Lucas asked someone to arrange for me and Bella to sit together. On the track, he was in a black biker suit, slender figure, smooth muscle lines. The most dazzling existence. Withdrawing my gaze, a hand extended in front of me: “What a coincidence, meeting again. I’m Bella, Lucas’s sister.” I looked down at her hand, the tattoo on her wrist looked familiar. “Hello, Hazel Summers.” She smiled slightly, a hint of meaningfulness in her smile. These past few days, I asked about her. The adopted daughter of the Hunt family, two years older than Lucas. While parents were busy, they spent day and night together, normal to develop feelings. But she went abroad after high school graduation, only returned recently. That day, it was Lucas who picked her up. He waited for the person he liked to return. And I am ready to start a new life. “So handsome!” Screams pulled me back from my thoughts. After crossing the finish line, Lucas took off his helmet, index and middle fingers pressed to his lips, blowing a hot kiss into the air. Bella laughed: “Childish.” As if this kiss was sent to her through the air. Raising the trophy, he looked towards me and Bella through the crowd, corners of his mouth rising: “I love this summer today, just like I love her.” The scene boiled over. I was startled, looking down at the tattoo on Bella’s wrist. Exactly the same as Lucas’s. That was the one I accompanied him to get, the day after he became my boyfriend. At that time he rubbed my hand, acting spoiled: “I’m so afraid of pain, just stay by my side okay?” I pointed to the design he chose and asked: “What does this mean?” “Love you forever.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, let me sit on his lap, pulled open his collar, raised an eyebrow: “Tattoo on the collarbone, so every time you kiss me, you can see it when you look down.” “Don’t, don’t.” I blushed, quickly refusing. Lucas laughed: “Then tattoo on the wrist, okay?” I looked carefully at the pattern, didn’t look like English. He paused, eyes drifting elsewhere: “Mm, French.” French. The place where Bella studied. I opened my phone, found today’s race photo, and uploaded that string of letters to a translation app. Liar. That string of French wasn’t “Love you forever” at all. It was “No one like you”. Closing my eyes, my heart was cold. Then, Bella spoke: “Wanting him to win the trophy as a welcome gift, he really does what he says.” Backstage, while they were noisy, I quietly looked at the base of the trophy. “Exclusive to Bella” four big words, blatantly stinging my eyes. Turns out this grand confession was prepared by Lucas for her. Yet in the name of giving me a surprise. I smiled silently, slowly withdrawing from the excitement.

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I paid $4.90 for a carpool ride, but a Rolls Royce showed up. The girl next to me tilted her head and smiled: “What a coincidence, you hailed my boyfriend’s car~” I was about to respond when my attention was caught by the handsome guy who appeared. He was in a suit, cold and noble, gently and carefully helping the girl into the car. The assistant behind him called out to me timidly: “Mrs. Thorne… “Where are you going?” I waved my hand, swallowing the words “going to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.” When I spoke again, I heard my own slightly trembling voice: “To the airport.” Chapter 1 My voice was soft. So soft that it seemed no one heard it. The girl in the passenger seat was happily holding Ethan Thorne’s hand: “See~ I told you not to come pick me up specially. “Only a fool wouldn’t earn money, $4.90 is enough to buy a cup of milk tea. “Besides—” She turned around abruptly, grinning: “Sister, you must have never sat in such a luxury car, right? “Just treat it as an opportunity for ordinary people to get in touch with high society.” I smiled. Looking at Ethan through the rearview mirror. His eyebrows were handsome as usual, expression calm, without the slightest change. A faint “Mmh”. Slender fingers were scrolling on the phone screen. Like dealing with urgent work. While my screen was flashing non-stop: [Chloe is very innocent, don’t scare her.] [Don’t worry, this won’t shake your status as Mrs. Thorne. So, I don’t want the Thorne family to know about Chloe’s existence either.] [Your parents’ company still relies on the Thorne family, you won’t do anything unwise, right?] I turned off the screen. Put the phone face down. Looked up, meeting Ethan’s eyes in the rearview mirror. His face was unconcerned, well-defined hands tapping the steering wheel rhythmically. His tone was cold as ice: “Lady in the back, fasten your seatbelt.” I didn’t speak. Staring at the pink sticker in front of the passenger seat: [Little Fairy Chloe’s Exclusive Seat]. Letting the sourness spread in my heart until it completely drowned me. A few minutes later. I calmed down. Bought a plane ticket to Fiji. Chapter 2 Along the way, Chloe chattered non-stop about interesting things at the company. When she got excited, she would pat Ethan’s arm excitedly. Ethan, from beginning to end, showed no impatience, instead slightly curling his lips in a light smile. Like an outsider, I watched all this. Couldn’t help but recall. Ethan had always been business-like with me. Even discussing wedding plans. We weren’t like husband and wife, more like Party A and Party B. Except— In bed. He was like a fierce wolf, rampant, red-eyed, demanding everything from me. “Sister, do you want some chips?” Chloe’s soft voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at this fair and youthful face, the word “mistress” didn’t escape my mouth after all: “No.” She “oh”ed, “Okay.” Then handed the chips to Ethan. Suddenly remembering Ethan was driving. Chloe simply bit the chip in her mouth and leaned her face over. Ethan subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, his hands gripping the steering wheel turning white. But in the end, he didn’t resist Chloe’s coquetry. Adam’s apple rolled. Took that half chip with his mouth. I turned my head away, looking out the window. Heard Chloe say embarrassedly: “Hehe, sister don’t laugh at us, we are still in the honeymoon phase. “Actually, I didn’t want to date before twenty-five at all, but he is just too good to me. “Afraid I’d be wronged at the company, always secretly backing me up, and on call anytime, I feel embarrassed. Today too, I just had period cramps, he wasn’t at ease, insisted on dropping work to accompany me to the hospital…” “That’s great.” I couldn’t help interrupting, voice cold: “Wish you a hundred years of happiness together.” I held back the sourness and sadness in my heart, picked up my phone and bag, voice slightly trembling: “I’ll get off here.” Chloe was a bit surprised: “Aren’t you going to the same destination as me, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?” I smiled: “Something came up last minute, I have a date, my boyfriend said he’s coming to pick me up here.” Chapter 3 What I didn’t expect was. Ethan chased me out. He looked down from above, asking in a suppressed voice: “What do you mean?” I was confused: “What?” “What do you mean by a hundred years of happiness?” Ethan looked around, grabbed my wrist, displeasure unconcealed on his face: “You know very well, my parents only recognize you as their daughter-in-law, so you deliberately say this to disgust me?” I couldn’t struggle free. He got angrier: “Maya Jiang, is the boyfriend you mentioned lying to me? “If this wild man really exists— “Then you know my methods.” I didn’t understand: “What does it have to do with you? First meeting, you said we were just for show, not interfering with each other privately…” “That’s different.” Ethan wandered on the edge of losing composure, at this moment he was like a dormant beast: “Your Jiang family is in danger, so in this transaction, you should absolutely obey me. “Or are you lonely in an empty room, unbearable, need me to help you relieve?” Saying so. He put his hand on my waist, suddenly leaned down— “What are you doing!” Chloe chased over at some unknown time, shouting with red eyes: “You guys… you guys…” She covered her mouth. Looking at Ethan’s hand on my waist in disbelief. Next second. Chloe rushed up. Aiming at my face, a slap. Chapter 4 I didn’t expect it. She looked thin and petite, but her strength was immense. I barely stood firm. Subconsciously covered my lower abdomen again. “You really have no shame!” Chloe cried while pointing at me: “No wonder I heard you talking weirdly just now, turns out you have ulterior motives for my boyfriend!” Her voice trembled with anger. Blocking in front of Ethan, “Just because you’re pretty, you can seduce other people’s boyfriends casually! “Are you a bus? How cheap!” I originally thought. Chloe kept in the dark was also a victim. But now, she clearly saw Ethan taking the initiative, yet still vented all her anger on me. I turned cold. “Then do you know the boyfriend you talk about is already married? “I am…” While Chloe was stunned, I stepped forward, raised my hand, wanting to return that slap. But was grabbed by Ethan by the wrist. He rubbed his brow, impatient: “Enough! “Look at yourself, do you have half the demeanor of Mrs. Thorne!” At this moment. I suddenly realized, the surging love for Ethan for many years, disappeared completely in just a few minutes.

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For the sake of money, my father forced me to impersonate my twin brother and marry the “Mad Master” of the Montgomery family. The first time we met, he had just casually pulled a knife out of someone else’s eye. I thought for sure I’d die at his hands right then. Instead, he shyly hid the knife behind his back and smiled brightly. “Are you my spouse?” Later, this Mad Master, who famously despised being touched by anyone, changed. He insisted on cuddling to sleep and kissing when we woke up. Seeing that the Mad Master had turned into a gentle gentleman, my brother immediately returned. He said: “Asher, you’re just a low-tier Omega. You don’t deserve him.” I looked at Damon Montgomery, who hadn’t had an episode in ages, smiled, and let go of his hand. “Tell me, brother. A dog that doesn’t need a leash anymore… isn’t that just a stray mad dog?” Chapter 1 The first time I saw Damon Montgomery, it was unforgettable. He was calmly pulling a small silver knife out of a subordinate’s eye socket. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. He bashfully hid the bloody knife behind his back and flashed me a brilliant, innocent smile. “Are you my spouse?” Damon’s strikingly beautiful face had a few drops of blood splattered across it. He tossed the knife onto the floor and walked quickly toward me. When we were only three steps apart, he suddenly stopped abruptly. It was then that I noticed the heavy iron chain around his ankle. Just then, his older brother walked into the bedroom. Harrison Montgomery looked at the man on the floor howling and covering his eye, and sighed helplessly. After the injured man was carried away, Harrison spoke gravely: “If you don’t want to take your meds, don’t take them. Why do you have to hurt people?” Damon turned a deaf ear, his gaze fixed intently on me. My spine chilled under his stare. I finally understood why my twin brother, Archer, had run away from this marriage. Chapter 2 Archer and I are identical twins. Except for our pheromone scents, there is almost no difference between us. Our family business was on the verge of bankruptcy. Father took a large sum of money from the Montgomery family and agreed to a marriage alliance between the two families. But when Archer found out he was to marry the Montgomery’s second son, he ran off overnight. So, I replaced Archer and was forcibly sent to the Montgomery estate by my father. I learned from the estate manager, Mr. Henderson, that Damon was nearing his “Rut.” He suffered from severe Neuro-Sensory Burning Syndrome. During this time, he was extremely prone to fits of violent rage. Even the slightest light would sting his eyes like needles. Tiny sounds entering his ears would become deafening roars. This was why Damon often went “mad.” Whenever his Rut approached, the family had to chain him up. I was forced to take care of this madman. Originally, I was terrified. But every time I looked at his face, I would get lost in it and forget my fear. The madman was crazy, but he was truly good-looking. My daily job was to stay in Damon’s room, keeping him company while he ate, read, and played chess, waiting for the wedding that wasn’t far off. It seemed like a very relaxing job. But that first meeting kept reminding me: That was only because I hadn’t yet encountered Damon’s full-blown Rut. As Damon’s Rut approached, I became increasingly apprehensive. Even playing chess with him felt distracting. “Checkmate.” Damon’s voice sounded right next to my ear. The game was over. I lost faster this time than ever before. Damon propped his chin on his hand, watching me with amusement. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing.” I averted my gaze, daring not to make eye contact. Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the jade bracelet on my wrist. “That bracelet is really nice. Can you give it to me?” I was restless and had been unconsciously turning the bracelet on my wrist. This bracelet was given to me by Leo Vance. He was the son of our family butler, and grew up with us brothers. When I was despised by my own family, he was the only one who stayed by my side from beginning to end. “This bracelet isn’t anything valuable. It’s not worthy of you,” I declined tactfully. But my refusal seemed to displease him. Damon’s eyes suddenly went cold. Yet his tone remained smiling. “Is it a gift from someone important?” “No, it’s not.” Saying that, I stood up to shift the topic. “It’s time for dinner.” Chapter 3 After dinner, Damon suddenly said he wanted to practice fencing. “I don’t know how to fence.” “It doesn’t matter. I can teach you.” Damon handed a foil into my hand, then stood behind me, covering my hand with his. His body pressed tightly against my back. Warm breath hit my ear, making it gradually grow hot. “Relax, don’t tense up. Shift your weight back, widen your stance a bit more, yes…” As he spoke, he pulled me backward. In the moment he swung the blade, I lost my balance and fell back onto him. As we fell, I felt a force press my wrist down onto the iron chain on the floor. With a sharp crack, the jade bracelet on my wrist shattered into two halves. I had noticed the chains on the floor since I arrived at the Montgomery house. Mr. Henderson told me that Damon had once gone crazy and nearly killed someone. These chains were prepared specifically for his sensory episodes. Thinking of this, my back went cold, and I hurriedly got up from Damon’s body. “Are you okay?” Damon, however, looked at the broken bracelet on the floor with a look of pity. “Oh no, the bracelet broke.” Although he said this, I couldn’t hear a trace of regret or apology in his tone. Damon wasn’t in a hurry to get up from the floor, either. He lay there, his scrutinizing gaze falling on my face. I looked down at the broken bracelet, silent for a long time. Actually, I should have taken the bracelet off long ago. From the moment I knew Leo disregarded my situation and insisted on helping Archer escape. I should have given up. From the very beginning, I knew. Leo just treated me as Archer’s substitute. Because Archer was a superior Omega. And I was just an inferior Omega, who happened to have the exact same face as Archer. I was the perfect replacement. Thinking this, I reached out to pick up the broken pieces. But my hand was suddenly pinned down by Damon. His expression instantly turned dark, and his voice went cold as ice. “It’s broken trash. Do you still want it?” “Broken things should always be thrown in the trash bin and disposed of.” Damon was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth curled into a satisfied smile. He didn’t let go of me; instead, he pulled me into his arms. Damon hated people touching his body. I remembered Mr. Henderson’s warning, and my body instantly went rigid, daring not to move. “You don’t need to keep me company for the next few days.” “Why?” I looked at him in disbelief. Recently, let alone resting, I was almost required to stay by Damon’s side twenty-four hours a day. If I hadn’t resisted strongly, he would have even taken me into the bathroom with him. But now, he was telling me I didn’t need to stay with him for a few days. Facing my confusion, Damon smiled and answered irrelevantly: “Can’t bear to leave me?” Damon’s hand resting on my waist unknowingly slipped under my shirt. The seemingly absent caress made my body tremble endlessly. “Is this considered a vacation?” The room fell into a strange silence for a moment. Damon gave a short chuckle, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Staying with me, is that considered work to you?” I was momentarily lost for words. “Archer, do you really think of yourself as my babysitter? Don’t forget, you’re here to marry me.” I suddenly stared at him. He was my brother’s fiancé, and also my fiancé. Father said I was just temporarily filling in for Archer. If Archer softened and was willing to come back, then I would have to leave the Montgomery house. The vague scent of pheromones in the room suddenly became intense. Meeting Damon’s eyes, I was even more certain he was angry. He let go of me, stood up, and said coldly: “Get out.” I was kicked out of the room. I felt baffled by Damon’s unpredictable moods. Chapter 4 On the way back to my room, I met Mr. Henderson. Since I arrived at the Montgomery house, the frequency of Damon’s episodes had gradually decreased. Perhaps because of this, everyone in the villa was very friendly to me. Seeing me, the butler looked concerned: “Mr. Sloane, the young master’s Rut is in a few days. You must be careful. “Try not to let him see light, and do not touch him. I have written down other things on this paper, you must remember them.” The old butler’s attitude was sincere as he handed me a densely written paper. I had never been treated kindly in my own home. The servants there were all opportunists. They would bully me just to curry favor with Archer. I looked at the precautions written by the butler himself. My chest felt tight. Just a little bit of kindness was enough to move me into a mess. I felt depressed by my own sense of cheapness. But the butler misunderstood me and comforted me repeatedly: “Child, don’t worry. If you are afraid, we can discuss it with the elder young master, Harrison, and you don’t have to stay with the second master for these few days?” I put the paper in my pocket and shook my head. “No need. Damon said I don’t need to go see him for the next few days.” Now it was the butler’s turn to look at me in disbelief. For the next few days, Damon really didn’t call me to his room again. Strangely, I found myself thinking of him from time to time. Everyone said Damon was a madman. But apart from that first meeting, I had never seen him go crazy again. Not only was he not crazy, he was even very gentle… I shook my head, trying to stop those thoughts that shouldn’t be there. Shortly after I reported the situation at the Montgomery house to my father, he contacted me. He said Archer was willing to come back and marry Damon. Father warned me: “Asher, play your brother’s role well. Don’t cause trouble for us.” Since childhood, Mom and Dad favored Archer. Almost all the good things fell to him. Just because Archer was a superior Omega. When Mom and Dad named him, they invested many beautiful hopes in ‘Archer Sloane’. When it came to me, Father thought for a long time, couldn’t come up with a good name, so he just called me Asher. The leftover. I lay on the bed bored, wondering what Damon was doing right now. There was a knock on the door. It was Mr. Henderson. Behind the butler followed two staff members in business attire. They held a case in their hands. When the case opened, it revealed over twenty bracelets inlaid with precious jewels. “These are prepared by the second young master for you, Mr. Sloane.” I thought of the bracelet that was accidentally smashed during fencing practice. Looking back, perhaps he broke it on purpose. Why else would he specifically compensate me? I wanted to refuse, but I saw the butler’s troubled look. If I refused, they probably wouldn’t be able to complete their task. I had to pick one randomly and put it on. But they left all the rest in my room. I looked at the entire case of bracelets, enough to buy my life, and felt a little puzzled. Finally, I decided to take the remaining bracelets and return them to Damon personally.

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I chased Ethan Sterling for five years. Liam Sterling chased Chloe Banks for five years. Then came New Year’s Eve. I waited for Ethan at the movie theater, but he never showed. Liam waited for Chloe at the amusement park, but she never came. Instead, at the exact same time, we both saw their “Instagram Official” posts pop up on our feeds. In the end, we came up with a plan. Liam said, “Why don’t we just pair up? We know everything about each other anyway.” I was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Deal.” We wasted no time. We tried on wedding dresses, booked the venue, picked the date, and sent out invitations. The goal was simple: get married before they did. Later, when I was dizzy from looking at venue options, Ethan knocked on my door. He stood outside, jaw clenched and eyes rimmed with red, asking me, “Are you serious? Are you really going to marry Liam? Have you thought this through?” 01 On New Year’s Eve, I was standing inside the mall off Main Street, watching the hydrogen balloons being released outside and countless couples embracing in the snow. I clutched the movie tickets in my hand. Snow flurries danced in the air. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling. It was just the realization that after liking Ethan for so many years, it still didn’t have a happy ending. My phone buzzed. I lifted my hand to check. It was Liam, Ethan’s younger brother. The message on the screen read: She didn’t show up either. I grew up with Ethan and Liam. Later, I fell for Ethan, and Liam fell for my college roommate, Chloe. I encouraged him to help me, and I helped him. It was just a pity. On this New Year’s Eve, he didn’t get Chloe, and I didn’t get Ethan. After slowly exhaling a breath of foggy air, I was about to leave. That’s when I got Liam’s call. The background noise on his end was loud, but his voice was clear and raspy. “Did you see my brother and her post?” In that instant, a bad premonition flooded my heart. My hand holding the phone and my finger hovering over the screen hesitated. It felt like if I clicked it, everything would change. In the end, I clicked. There were plenty of people posting couple photos on New Year’s Eve. I only had to scroll down a little bit to see it. The moment I saw the photo, my confusion outweighed my sadness. Because the photo they posted was an old one, back from when we were in school. In the photo, Liam and Chloe were standing on the school track, smiling and making peace signs at the camera. Both of them were smiling happily. But whenever I took photos with Ethan, he rarely smiled. Chloe had never been willing to take photos with Liam. Chloe was my high school classmate. There was a time she had conflicts with her family, so I boarded at school. I refused to go home, so my parents helplessly asked Ethan and Liam to bring me things. Over time, Chloe got to know them too. But when did the two of them develop feelings for each other? Liam and I were like idiots, moths flying into a flame. I couldn’t speak for a long time, like something was stuck in my throat. It was unbearable. Liam didn’t hang up, and he didn’t speak either. Finally, he asked, “Are you still at the theater?” “Yeah,” I replied. “Wait for me there. I’ll buy new tickets. Let’s watch it together.” “Okay,” I texted back. It was pathetic, but at least I had him to be pathetic with me, so it didn’t hurt as much. While waiting for Liam, I didn’t dwell on the clues between the two of them. My mind was blank. I didn’t cry either. I just felt that everything happened too fast. I don’t know how long passed, but my legs were numb from squatting by the time I saw Liam appear on the escalator. He had dyed his hair red a few days ago. He said red meant good luck for the New Year and that good things were coming. I had wanted to dye mine red too, but since he did it first, I went with an ash brown. He saw me and quickened his pace. I waved my hand at him. “Help me up, my legs are asleep.” Liam reached out and pulled me up, staring at my face before smiling. “Not bad. You didn’t cry.” I hammered my numb legs with my fists. The sensation was prickly and intense. “Neither did you.” “Eh.” He waved his hand. “Let’s go, let’s go. It’s almost time.” We had a tacit understanding not to bring it up. After the movie, he walked me home. After showering, I finally saw the message Chloe sent me. “Harper, Ethan and I are together. You’re not mad, are you?” I closed my eyes, lying on the bed in irritation, and typed back expressionlessly: No. Who she dates is her freedom, even if that person is Ethan. But I treated her as a friend. I had happily and excitedly told her every moment of my crush on Ethan throughout our youth. But she never told me anything. After I chased Ethan for so many years, suddenly they were together. Sadness and anger almost filled my chest. I wasn’t angry because she was with Ethan. I was angry because she never told me she liked him too. When I shared my stories of chasing Ethan with her, what was she thinking? Was she laughing at my overconfidence? It made me suddenly feel that this person was strange and terrifying. The moment I hit send, it was like she expected my response. “I’m sorry, Harper. It’s so good to hear you don’t blame me. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, I just didn’t know how to bring it up…” Her text was long. I exited the chat and unpinned her conversation. Finally, she asked me, “Harper, let’s go eat at that BBQ place on 5th Street tomorrow?” I knew this was a test. She was testing if I was truly angry. But I couldn’t be friends with her anymore. Whether I was angry or not, and what she thought, didn’t matter. “No, I’m a bit tired today. I’m going to sleep.” A while later, she didn’t text back. Instead, Ethan sent a message. “I pursued Chloe. I liked her first. Harper, I hope you don’t blame her, and don’t take your anger out on her.” How should I put this? I used to really, really like Ethan. It was the kind of love that overflowed from my eyes. But now, seemingly overnight… I suddenly felt a bit nauseous. Disgusted. How could their love be sudden? How could they suddenly be together? They looked at Liam and me like we were clowns, enjoying how good we treated them, and then turned around to say, Thanks for the love, but I don’t like you. I could accept any outcome, but I couldn’t accept that the person I liked for so many years turned out to be a jerk. In the end, I didn’t reply. I just screenshotted both chats and sent them to Liam with the caption: You get these too? A moment later, Liam sent me a screenshot. It was from Chloe. Basically thanking him for his years of affection… Liam: “Tell me, in five years, how come she never told me she liked my brother? Harper, we aren’t that pathetic, right? Continuing to like them even if we knew they liked each other?” I chased for five years, but I liked him for more than five. I said, “It’s my bad luck meeting them. But I don’t want to see them ever again. Though, I guess I’ll see them tomorrow. And when I do, sigh, I have to say ‘it’s fine,’ ‘it doesn’t matter.’ Even I feel fake saying it, but they definitely need to hear it to feel happy and guilt-free.” As I typed, a wave of irritation hit me. I wanted to delete them, block them. “Me too. Mainly because my brother just knocked on my door asking if I was asleep. I didn’t make a sound. Just thinking about it is exhausting. I’m not even that sad—I chased her for so many years, I can accept the outcome. It’s just… it hurts. Why did it have to be the two of them?” What gave them the right to do this? Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. The next second, Liam called. Since we were kids, neither of us were well-behaved. We were imaginative, and our crazy ideas usually aligned. “You say it…” “You say it…” I pursed my lips. “You go first.” “Ahem.” Liam cleared his throat. “Why don’t we pair up? We know each other inside out.” I was silent for a second. Even though I knew he couldn’t see, I nodded. “Deal.” “We need to get married before they do.” “Relax. Leave it to me.” 02 I never knew Liam was this efficient. Last night, I tried to force out a single tear to mourn my wasted years, emo-spiraling about whether those years of hopelessness had already worn away my love for Ethan. Then this morning—early, really early—my mom was knocking on my door like she was summoning a ghost. Her voice got louder and louder. “Mom, what are you doing so ear—” I opened the door with messy hair. Before I could finish complaining, Mom covered my mouth. “Daughter… you… wash up and get downstairs. Hurry, hurry.” I was bleary-eyed, struggling to open my eyes. “What happened?” “Your boyfriend is here to propose!” Mom whispered excitedly in my ear. Mom used to always rush me to date and marry, even trying to arrange blind dates. Seeing Liam here to propose probably made her genuinely happy. “Huh?” That sentence woke me up instantly. No way. I walked to the railing and looked down at the first floor. It was all familiar faces, plus gold engagement gifts glowing under the crystal chandelier. I washed up, put on makeup, and changed clothes at record speed, then went downstairs. Mrs. Sterling saw me coming down and waved with a gentle smile. “Harper, come eat breakfast first. Your uncle and I picked this up from the brunch place.” Then she turned to my mom with an apologetic smile. “Sarah, we came too abruptly today. We must have scared you.” “Oh, what are you saying? We watched these two kids grow up. If they want to become family, I couldn’t be happier.” “Yes, yes. Our families know each other so well, we don’t need so many formalities,” my dad chimed in. Liam was wearing a formal suit today, hair slicked back, sitting up straight. “You move way too fast,” I whispered, picking up a shrimp dumpling. He whispered back, “My brother isn’t home, so I thought if I brought him here to propose later, you might feel uncomfortable.” Hearing that, I just raised an eyebrow and said nothing. The elders were discussing the wedding enthusiastically. “I think the 5th of next month is a great date. Good for weddings.” “Yes, yes. An auspicious day.” “Okay, it’s settled…” Liam and I listened, dumbfounded. We looked at each other. “Why are they in more of a rush than us?” Liam leaned over. “They’re probably afraid we’ll run away.” Suddenly, it made sense. My mom was always nagging, “Why do you young people nowadays not want to get married?” 03 During this time, Liam and I were busy trying on wedding dresses, choosing venues, and writing invitations. Ethan and Chloe went on a trip to Hawaii together. One post a day. They looked so happy. While waiting for Liam to change into his suit, I looked at the ocean in the background of their photos and zoned out. Actually, going to Hawaii with Liam was a plan from a long time ago. I had told Chloe about it. I saw a travel vlogger’s video online and sent it to her. Back then, I wanted to go with Ethan on his birthday. But a few days ago, Chloe twisted her ankle. I went to take care of her, and the plan was delayed. I didn’t expect the ones going together in the end would be them. “What are you looking at?” Liam walked out in a black tuxedo, a faint smile on his face. I didn’t hide it. I turned the phone to show him. He looked down to button his cuffs, then looked up. “I’ll help you,” I said. After the buttons were done, he had finished looking. He put the phone away and asked, “Do you want to go?” I shook my head, then nodded. “Yeah.” Although Liam and Ethan were brothers, they were easy to tell apart after a while. Ethan was the type who disdained talking to others, always high and mighty, impatient. Liam’s eyes were like his mother’s—curved when he smiled, bright and beautiful. His personality was sunny and emotionally stable. “Not because they went, but because I’ve wanted to go for a long time,” I said firmly. Hearing this, Liam pushed me toward the mirror. “Okay, I know.” In the floor-to-ceiling mirror, we looked like a perfect pair. A match made in heaven. The shop assistant stood aside and spoke at the right moment. “Sir, Miss, you truly are a talented and beautiful couple.” “How is this suit? Do you like it?” He lowered his head slightly to ask me. I thought about it, a bit torn. I pursed my lips. “I feel like it’s not quite… stunning enough.” I made a small gesture with my fingers. “It’s missing a little something.” Liam looked at me and couldn’t help laughing. Under the crystal lights, his eyes were full of starlight. “Sir, Miss, are you satisfied with these dresses and suits?” The manager came forward. Seeing the hesitation in our eyes, she spoke carefully. “Actually, we have a few designer dresses arriving from Europe in a few days. Can you wait?” “I guarantee these are masterpieces. We have the sketches here, and we can explain the design concept.” “Is that okay?” I looked at Liam with a questioning gaze. He nodded. I smiled. “Sure.” 04 A few days later, the dresses arrived. The manager called us for a fitting. Liam had an emergency at the company, so I told him not to pick me up. I could go to the bridal shop myself. Just as I was heading out, I saw Chloe walking toward me, glowing with happiness, carrying a gift bag. Seeing I was leaving, she asked, “Harper, are you going out?” I didn’t answer, just asked what she was doing here. She smiled and handed me the bag. “Here, local specialties I brought back for you.” “Harper, Hawaii is really just like the videos you sent me. The ocean is endless. The photos turned out so good. By the way, why didn’t you like my posts?” She excitedly shared her trip with me. I looked at this person I had known for years. We were standing so close, yet I felt like I had never known her. Suddenly, she stopped talking. Her eyes fixed on the diamond ring on my ring finger. Her expression became subtle. She looked at me strangely. “Harper, you… you shouldn’t wear rings on that finger. Take it off quickly. And when did you buy a diamond ring? It’s really nice.” I looked at the ten-carat ring on my hand. Liam bought it. He said our wedding was too rushed to have an engagement party, but we needed some ritual, so he insisted on taking me to buy a ring. I have to say, when the clerk upgraded us from one carat to ten, the bigger the diamond, the better it looked. “I know,” I said calmly. “Then why…” She opened her mouth, but I cut her off, giving her a fake smile. “I’m getting married.” “Huh?” Hearing this, she froze. Then she blurted out, “How can it be so fast? Have you gotten over Ethan?” When she realized what she said, her face turned ugly. She looked at me cautiously. I felt nothing inside, just pity that I had been blind to her true nature. She felt it was impossible for me to forget Ethan in such a short time, yet she still stood there reminiscing about her happy moments with him in Hawaii. She reached out and took my arm, shaking it coquettishly. “Oh, Harper, don’t be mad. Didn’t you say if you ever got married, you’d invite me to be your bridesmaid?” “I haven’t even met the groom!” She was implying I should take her to meet my fiancé. There are people like this in reality. They like everything others have. They enjoy the superiority and thrill of snatching things from others. I didn’t want to know if Chloe truly loved Ethan, but I really wanted to know if she ever liked Liam—the silly boy who would drive dozens of miles just to take her home because of one sentence from her. I smiled sweetly. “Sure.” “Really? Let’s go then.” … Because Chloe delayed me, Liam arrived at the bridal shop before I did. The moment she saw Liam in the shop, the smile on Chloe’s face vanished. She couldn’t believe it. She twitched the corner of her mouth and asked me why Liam was here. In her widening pupils, I walked forward slowly and took Liam’s arm. The meaning was obvious. Liam looked down at me helplessly, then played along perfectly, saying to Chloe, “We’re getting married on the 5th of next month. You’re welcome to come.” “How is that possible?” Chloe shook her head in disbelief. She looked at Liam, unable to say the words. “You… you…” What did she want to say? Didn’t you used to like me? Did he? I asked her with innocent eyes, “Chloe, why is it impossible?” She could get together with Ethan overnight. Why couldn’t we? Just as the atmosphere fell silent, Chloe’s phone rang. She seemed to wake from a dream and grabbed the phone from her bag. While she answered the call… I had already sat on the sofa. The assistants were wheeling out the newly arrived dresses one by one. I poked a piece of fruit from the platter into my mouth, pointing at her pale face, and said to Liam, “Look, even she knows this isn’t right.” “There’s no true empathy in this world.” “Hey, do you think she liked you too?” Liam glared at me. “Heh, no.” He looked at the five dresses in front of us, shook his head and sighed, then asked me, “Any of these catch your eye?” When he said that, I remembered to look up. At first glance, I fell in love with the one in the center, covered in crushed diamonds. The design was full of romance and elegance. Under the lights, the diamonds refracted light that reminded me of a galaxy of stars. Liam saw me staring at that dress, unable to look away. He waved his hand in front of my face. “Go try it on.” Marriage isn’t necessarily every girl’s dream, but a wedding dress certainly is. Outside, I could hear Chloe’s intermittent voice. Liam replied every now and then. Finally, when I was about to come out, Chloe asked him sadly, “Liam, you weren’t like this to me before. Why is your attitude so cold now? If we can’t be lovers, can’t we be friends?” I stopped the assistant from opening the curtain, listening closely. I didn’t want to be the only one standing at the altar next month. “You’re really funny. Should I be warm and caring to my brother’s girlfriend? Forget friends. It’s inappropriate. I’m getting married.” “You…” I gave the assistant a look. She yanked the curtains open. The conversation outside stopped the moment I appeared. Seeing the shock in both their eyes—and in the eyes of Ethan, who had just rushed in from outside—I was completely satisfied. To stun others like this? Money well spent. I was admiring myself in the mirror when Liam leaned in and whispered, “Tell me, why did both of these people suddenly run over here?” “Take some pictures. We look so handsome and beautiful in this mirror.” Liam was being narcissistic beside me. I was just about to take the phone to snap a photo. Ethan, having recovered, suddenly spoke up. “You guys are getting married? How did I not know?” After speaking, his furrowed brows relaxed, and his tone loosened. “Liam, Harper is being immature, are you being immature too? You didn’t tell Mom and Dad about something like marriage and just messed around. If this gets out, what will we do? Stop throwing childish tantrums.” Chloe, who looked unwell, seemed to find logic in this and looked a bit better. Ethan thinking his brother didn’t know meant he thought we were staging this. “Bro, call Mom and Dad and ask.” Liam didn’t argue, just looked at him steadily. Ethan saw we weren’t panicking. He turned to me, lips pale. “Is it true?” “Yes.” He still didn’t believe it, so he called our parents right in front of us. The result: We are getting married. Under the dazzling lights, the four of us stood on two sides. No one spoke. Ethan looked at me with a lost expression. I stood behind Liam. The moment our eyes met… I suddenly didn’t understand. If he didn’t like me, why did he turn pale when he heard I was getting married? I subconsciously gripped Liam’s sleeve. He felt it, turned around, and patted me reassuringly. “Can you guys leave now?” Silence fell. They looked at each other stiffly. Chloe forced a difficult smile. “Harper, didn’t you say you’d let me be a bridesmaid?” In our youthful days, Chloe, whose smile was always a bit shy, had turned into this woman with exquisite makeup. Back then, Chloe grabbed my hand, eyes full of sincerity, and said, “No matter who gets married first, we have to be each other’s bridesmaids. Watching her, accompanying her, walking toward happiness.” Now, Chloe, are you still that girl who wanted to watch me walk toward happiness? You aren’t. I don’t know if I was thinking of the past or realizing that friends from adulthood aren’t friends forever. My heart felt sour and empty. I softly said three words: “No, I won’t.” It felt like saying goodbye to a partner in my memories. Chloe’s face went instantly pale, and she staggered a few steps. “Harper…” I didn’t know how much sincerity was in her voice calling my name, but it didn’t matter anymore.

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I stared at the group chat on my husband’s phone: [She checks on me constantly. Demands I be home by nine. No booze, no smoke smell on my clothes. Just a pile of bullshit rules. She treats me like a dog!] [Now that her family went bust, if she tries to control me like that again, I’m divorcing her!] I didn’t dare say a word. I stopped checking on him. I stopped ordering him around. But then, my husband pinned me to the bed, eyes red and full of grievance, demanding answers: “Why aren’t you controlling me?” “Why aren’t you ordering me around?” “Did you… did you get another dog?” Chapter 1 Chase walked through the door at 9:01 PM. Just as he stepped inside, I blocked his path, my tone sharp. “Do you know what time it is?” Chase frowned impatiently, glancing down at his Patek Philippe. “Traffic was a nightmare on I-405. I’m literally one minute late. Is this necessary?” I let out a cold laugh. “You dare to be one minute late today, tomorrow it’ll be ten minutes. What’s next? Staying out all night?” He looked like he wanted to argue but stopped himself, his face a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. After a few seconds of a standoff, he sighed. “I’m sorry. Can I come in now?” I huffed lightly. “Fine. I’ll forgive you this time. But if you’re late again, don’t bother coming back!” Just then, my phone rang. It was my dad. “Zoe, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” I rolled my eyes. “Dad, are we really doing this? Give me the good news.” Dad was silent for a moment. “Actually, let’s start with the bad. The company is under. We’re bankrupt.” I froze in place. “The good news is, we salvaged just enough cash. I’m taking your mom and brother to Europe to start over. You stay here and live a good life with Chase. He won’t mistreat you.” “I’ll call you once we get settled.” Dad hung up, leaving me standing there in total disarray. Chase walked out of the bathroom carrying a foot bath basin filled with hot water. He placed it in front of me, knelt down, skillfully took off my socks, and guided my feet into the water. The warmth brought me back to reality. Chase looked up at me. “What’s wrong? You look pale.” I looked at him, my voice trembling. “My family is bankrupt.” Chase didn’t look surprised. He spoke calmly. “Your dad’s company has been on life support for a while. I injected capital to help, but the deficit was too massive. It was a sinking ship.” I couldn’t process it all at once. I stood up, water dripping, and went straight to the bedroom to sleep. Chapter 2 I couldn’t sleep soundly. I woke up in the middle of the night. Chase was already asleep next to me, wearing his silk eye mask. But his phone on the nightstand lit up with a notification. I couldn’t help myself. I quietly reached over and took it. His passcode was my birthday. I had forced him to memorize it back in the day, drilling it into his head until he couldn’t forget. I unlocked it and opened the group chat. It was his “Boys Club” thread. [Finally, our boy Chase grows a spine!] I frowned and scrolled up. [It’s infuriating!] Chase had typed earlier. [I was one minute late today, and she blocked the door! I had to apologize just to get in!] [Now that her family is bankrupt, if she tries to control me like that again, I’m divorcing her!] His friends chimed in: [Take this chance to fix that princess attitude of hers, Chase. Show her the old you. Prove you’re not whipped.] [See? You didn’t listen to us, and now you’re suffering. Before the wedding, I told you the Vanderbilt princess was hot but crazy.] [Chase is a shark in the boardroom, but at home, he’s treated like a poodle. It’s embarrassing, man!] [Once Chase fixes her, we can go back to pulling all-nighters and drinking like the old days.] [Agreed.] [+1] My hands trembled slightly, but I kept scrolling. [She pushes it too far! She actually makes me wash her feet! Treats me like a servant!] [She treats me like a target practice dummy during her period! If I move while sitting next to her, she throws a pillow and says I’m disturbing her aura. If I stay still, she yells that I have no conscience and don’t care about her. Breathing is a mistake at this point!] [She doesn’t even see me as a…] I turned off the phone, unable to breathe. So, Chase had this much resentment toward me. He must hate me. He must want a divorce badly. I had nothing now. My parents and brother were gone, and their numbers were already disconnected. If we divorced, what would I do? Chapter 3 Chase and I were a classic business merger marriage. Chase had a first love back in college, a scholarship girl. They didn’t last long before his family broke them up. His mother gave the girl a million dollars to disappear to Europe. After that, he never dated again. Until he took over the company and married me. He seemed reluctant at the time, probably still hung up on his ex. I didn’t care. Among the pool of eligible bachelors, Chase was the top pick. He was gorgeous, fit, capable, and clean—no secret mistresses or scandals. We met once before the wedding. We got married in a rush and moved in together. He worked late, coming home at ungodly hours, ruining my beauty sleep. Worse, he often smelled like expensive scotch and cigars. I hate the smell of alcohol. I was raised spoiled. Marriage wasn’t going to change that. So, I set rules: Home by 9:00 PM. No alcohol smell. No smoke smell. At first, Chase ignored me. He came home late, reeking of booze. So, I changed the locks. He knocked for twenty minutes before I opened the door, yawning. “Next time you’re late, or I smell whiskey on you, you’re sleeping on the porch.” He laughed in anger. But after that, he was home by nine every night, smelling of mints and soap. So, I started pushing boundaries. I wanted my shrimp peeled. I wanted him to wash my feet—water temperature had to be perfect. If I was moody on my cycle, he was my punching bag. My mom treated my dad this way, so I thought it was normal. But today was different. I had to turn over a new leaf. I couldn’t let Chase hate me anymore. Chapter 4 I planned to wake up early and make Chase breakfast. But I overslept. Chase was already awake. Habitually, I stuck my foot out from under the duvet. He picked up a sock and started putting it on me. Halfway through, I realized—bad idea! I couldn’t order him around anymore! I bolted upright, snatching the sock from his hand. I pitched my voice an octave higher, sweet and syrupy. “Hubby, I can do it myself.” I had never called Chase “Hubby.” The word felt foreign in my mouth. I wasn’t the only one weirded out. A flash of shock crossed Chase’s eyes. He froze for a few seconds, then stood up and walked out without a word. When I finished getting ready and went to the kitchen, breakfast was already on the island. Chase placed a glass of fresh juice in front of me, fully dressed for work. Before leaving, he walked up to me with a scowl, leaning in for a kiss. This was another rule I established: a kiss before leaving. Although he always complied, he usually looked like he was signing a bad contract. I didn’t dare force him now. I pushed him away gently. “You don’t have to force yourself to kiss me. Go to work.” He stared at me, his expression reading, What kind of game are you playing now? I shooed him away again. He turned to leave. But just as he reached the door, he spun around, stomped back to me, tilted my chin up, and kissed me aggressively. He didn’t stop until I was breathless. He wiped his mouth, looking at me with pure annoyance. “Can we stop with the mind games?” “Playing hard to get doesn’t suit you.” ??? I was baffled. Hard to get? What mind games?

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Everyone said I wouldn’t last three months in his hands. On our wedding night, he stared at me for a long time. I was born different. Intersex. In the eyes of others, I was a freak. “D-don’t… don’t look.” “What are you crying for? I paid good money for you. Serving me isn’t a hardship.” At that time, I thought he just saw me as a toy. And honestly, I treated myself like one too. I didn’t cry, I didn’t fuss. I just obeyed him. Later, I found out I was pregnant. It happened right when the rumor mill said his “first love” was coming back to town. I left the neatest note I’d ever written in my life: [We are even.] Carrying his seed, I ran away overnight to the big city in the South. Chapter 1 I was a debt payment. Nothing more. My father, Frank, had racked up gambling debts he couldn’t pay. He was planning to sell me off to some backwoods hermit in the mountains. Then Silas Vance passed by. He threw a stack of cash onto the poker table. “I’ll take this one.” Veins popped on Silas’s forearms, his bronze skin glistening with sweat. He looked at me with eyes like a feral dog that had never been tamed. I shrank back in fear, but I didn’t resist. He dragged me back to his place. Silas’s home was just a couple of run-down cabins that let the wind in. But I didn’t have to sleep on straw. He laid out a brand-new, fluffy cotton quilt for me. Rumor had it, he was saving that quilt for when he married his college sweetheart. People in town said Silas had a “one that got away.” Her name was Claire. She went off to university and left him behind. I looked a little bit like Claire. We both had pale skin and big eyes, and looked soft and weak. So, I knew my place. I was a substitute. A substitute meant to keep his bed warm. Chapter 2 On our wedding night, I was a nervous wreck. My body was unique. To the world, I was a monster. But Silas… that first night, he stripped me down and stared at that part of me for a long time. “D-don’t… don’t look.” I bit my lip, tears falling like broken beads. Silas’s large, rough hands forced my knees apart. His voice was hoarse. “Red as a peach.” “It’s pretty.” Suddenly, he looked up, his gaze fierce. “What are you crying for? I paid money for this. Serving me isn’t a punishment.” I thought he saw me as a thing. So I felt aggrieved. But I also saw myself as a thing. So I didn’t dare make a sound. I just endured it. Chapter 3 Silas was rough. But in bed, even though he talked dirty, he never actually hurt me. I thought Silas looked down on me. Because aside from the stuff in bed, I couldn’t do anything right. I tried to cook for him, but I burned my hand with hot oil. When Silas came back, I was blowing on my hand, my eyes red-rimmed. He threw his hoe onto the ground with a loud clang. Before, I would have shaken with fear. But now, I knew he just had a bad temper. Silas strode over, grabbed my hand, his brows knitted tight. “Who told you to touch the stove?” “You think I can’t make enough money to buy you dinner?” I whispered, “I wanted to save you some money…” “Save shit.” Silas cursed, turned around, and rummaged through the cabinet for a precious jar of burn ointment. He smeared it on my hand roughly. “Don’t do rough work from now on.” He tossed my hand aside, then added unnaturally: “Your hands are soft like tofu. If you ruin them, they won’t feel good to touch at night.” So, he was only good to me because this skin and flesh served him well. Like raising a cat or dog—when he was happy, he gave me a treat. But I was greedy for that little bit of sweetness. At night, the fan creaked overhead. Silas pointed the fan directly at me. He was shirtless, sweating in the heat. Looking at his solid chest muscles, I extended my foot like I was possessed. My pale toes brushed against the hard muscle of his calf. “Husband… are you hot?” I tried to mimic the tone the other wives in the village used. I wanted to call him over, to share the breeze. Silas’s breathing instantly became heavy. In the dark, his eyes shone terrifyingly bright. The next second, the world spun. He pressed me into the mattress, his lips tasting of tobacco as he kissed me fiercely. “Ellis, you started this.” That night, Silas went crazy. He panted in my ear, biting my earlobe, asking me over and over: “If one day I have no money, will you still stay with me?” I trembled in fear, daring not to answer. In the end, Silas stopped asking. He just said, “Better if you don’t follow me. You aren’t meant for a hard life…” Chapter 4 Lately, Silas had been leaving early and coming home late. I heard the old ladies in town say he was doing some risky business, moving goods. I remembered what he asked that night. I was worried and wanted to ask, but I didn’t dare. Until one day, while washing his clothes, I found a wallet in his pocket. The wallet was old, the leather peeling. Inside the fold, there was a black-and-white photo. It was a girl in a white dress, standing at a school gate, smiling brilliantly. It was Claire. Or rather, Claire before she left for the city. So, he really was still thinking about his first love. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes and brows really did look a bit like the person in the photo. My heart felt like it had been stung by a wasp—a sour, stinging pain. After thinking for a long time, I put the photo back. That night, Silas came back with a roast chicken and a jar of expensive face cream. It was high-end stuff, only sold in the department stores in the city. “Bought it for you. Put it on your face.” He tossed the items to me, his eyes dodging mine, but the tips of his ears turned red. Before, I would have been happy. But now, looking at that cream, I only felt he wanted me to maintain this face that looked like Claire. “Silas.” I gathered my courage to call him. “What? You feeling sick?” Silas immediately reached out to touch my forehead. I dodged him. Silas’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening. “Ellis, what are you throwing a tantrum for now? I didn’t hurt you last night.” “Are you… saving money to go to the city to find Claire?” I gripped the hem of my shirt tightly and asked. Silas’s expression instantly became weird. Like his secret was exposed, but also shocked. He went silent. That silence was an admission. My heart went cold. I don’t know how I survived that night. Silas wanted to hold me, but I pushed him away. He didn’t force it. He just turned his back to me and didn’t speak. In the middle of the night, I heard him sigh. He took the blanket that covered him and quietly tucked it around me. “Ellis, just wait a bit longer…” “Once the deal is done, everything will be fine.”

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To indulge myself one last time, I essentially “sugar-mommy’d” a poor, mute guy. He had a cold, aloof look but loved adventure. To make him happy, I pushed my body to the limit. Bungee jumping, racing, diving, skydiving… I did everything I had never done before, just to accompany him. My savings were quickly drained. While on the verge of death, I secretly went to the hospital to sign a donor form, planning to donate my heart to his sick mother after I died. But then, I saw a photo of him on the hospital director’s desk. He was wearing a luxury watch. The director smiled and said: “That’s my son. Ivy League grad.” “But he’s too playful. Recently, he’s into some ‘live-action role-play’ game, pretending to be poor and mute.” “He even said the girl he’s playing with is old and tacky, and he’s planning to switch to a new target.” I laughed until I cried. Then, I tore up the donation form. “I’m willing to join the clinical trial for the new cancer drug, but I have one condition.” “I want the Sterling family to adopt me as a daughter.” Chapter 1 The moment I saw Luke Sterling’s photo, I felt like a bolt of lightning had struck the top of my head. He was wearing a Patek Philippe, leaning lazily against the railing of a yacht, surrounded by flowers. A beautiful girl snuggled in his arms, wearing a matching watch. It was clearly the same face, but completely different from the Luke I knew. I remembered Luke from this morning, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes and signing “good morning kiss” to me. My temples throbbed as if a drill were boring into them, the pain blinding me for a second. Ding. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Luke. “Snow, I handed out flyers for half the day and made thirty bucks. I bought you a bracelet.” I opened the picture, and my breath hitched. I recognized this bracelet. Last night, I accidentally found a velvet gift box in his backpack. Inside was an exquisite, beautiful Van Cleef & Arpels clover bracelet. But the one on the screen was a cheap knockoff, paint chipping, gems crooked. It looked like the lowest quality street vendor trash. So, Luke bought the authentic one worth $5,000 first, then bought a thirty-dollar piece of junk. The junk was for me. Where did the $5,000 one go? To the girl on the yacht? I suddenly remembered looking at that bracelet in a shop window a month ago. Luke had immediately signed: “When I have money, I’ll buy it for you.” Now he “bought” it. I thought about the gifts treasured in my rental apartment closet. Fading earrings, unraveling cashmere scarves, bags stamped with “LY”… He seemed particularly keen on buying me low-quality knockoffs of big brands. In the past, I just thought he didn’t know brands. Now I realize, he did it on purpose. Or perhaps, for every authentic item he bought for other girls, he bought a $9.99 Temu version for me, the “old and tacky” sugar mommy. What a fun way to prank someone. Ding, the phone buzzed again. “Why aren’t you replying? Don’t you like it?” I slowly typed: “I like it. Thank you.” Luke quickly sent another promotional image for a ski resort: “Let’s go skiing this weekend. They’re having a sale.” “By the way, I have a few friends who want to come too. You don’t mind, right, sis?” I glanced at the so-called sale price: $199 per person, gear rental not included. That was what I earned from delivering Uber Eats all night. I stared at the screen and suddenly laughed out loud. As I laughed, my eyes grew hot. It turns out when things are extremely absurd, you really do want to laugh. The Director opposite me looked at me strangely. “Miss, are you okay?” I put away my phone. “Nothing, just saw a joke. It was very funny.” “Let’s continue discussing the clinical trial.” Chapter 2 Due to the nature of the drug, the trial process would be excruciatingly painful. And the cure rate was very low. Therefore, no patient was willing to gamble on that tiny survival rate. With the project approval deadline approaching, the Director, who was also the drug’s developer, was anxious. As soon as I offered to test the drug, her eyes lit up, but then she asked suspiciously: “Why make such a request?” I pressed down on the dense pain in my chest and forced a smile: “My parents favored my younger sister. I’ve never felt familial love since I was young.” “Besides,” I pointed to the photo frame, “I also want a handsome younger brother.” The Director glanced at Luke in the photo and smiled knowingly: “Fine. If you can survive the three-year trial period, I’ll make you my daughter.” Goal achieved. I let out a sigh of relief. After signing the NDA, the Director looked at me meaningfully. “Try hard to survive.” I nodded forcefully. “I will.” I turned to look at the magnolia branches outside the window. They were weighed down heavily by the fine snow, drooping listlessly. But they still stubbornly clung to the branches. Just like me. I planned to die this winter, but now I was painfully jolted back to life. Chapter 3 I didn’t reply to Luke’s messages again. Even when he later sent “Just consider it a loan from me first,” I didn’t respond. I sat on the sofa, silently waiting for him to return. Just past nine, Luke appeared. He wore a gloomy expression on his handsome face and threw his keys heavily onto the shoe cabinet, making a harsh clatter. Before, at times like this, I would walk over, gently pull his sleeve, and sign: [Are you angry?] Then he would deliberately keep a straight face, waiting for me to coax him. But today I didn’t. I sat on the sofa, flipping through the hospital’s re-examination report. I had never told Luke about my illness. He thought I just had severe anemia. At this moment, I suddenly wanted to know, what if he knew I was dying? Would he regret always pranking me? I pricked up my ears and heard him slam a water glass onto the kitchen counter, then deliberately slam the fridge door shut loudly. He was waiting for me to speak, waiting for me to compromise like before. But this time, I just silently held the lab report, the paper rustling between my fingers. Luke completely missed my expectation. He only cared about his own waiting. Seeing that I didn’t relent, he finally couldn’t hold it in. Luke grabbed his jacket, glared at me coldly, and signed: “I’m going back to the dorm to sleep.” I didn’t stop him. The moment the door slammed, I got up and followed him out. He made a call at the complex gate, his cold, low voice drifting into my ears with the night wind: “Goose, come pick me up.” “Where else? Waiting for this cheap woman.” “Call Mimi too. I have a gift for her.” This was the first time I heard Luke’s voice. Usually, I only heard uncontrollable, muffled groans from his throat when we were intimate. Even those few sounds, I thought were sexy. I had asked him how he became mute and if there was a cure. He pulled his lips and signed: “A fever burned it out. Doctors say there’s hope abroad, but the medical fees would be over a million.” At the time, I thought if I died, I’d donate my heart to his mother. Then I’d sell the rest of my organs—corneas, kidneys, whatever—finding buyers beforehand. No matter what, I had to scrape together the medical fees for him. Letting him speak again became my dying wish. Now I hadn’t died yet, but I had already heard his voice with my own ears. Ridiculous and tragic. Chapter 4 Luke entered a high-end club. The bouncer bowed and scraped to him, clearly showing he was a regular. I followed him in. Standing in the shadows of the hallway, through the crack of the half-open private room door, I saw dim lights and a table full of liquor bottles. As soon as Luke entered, people on the sofa started jeering: “Yo, Luke, not keeping ‘Sis’ company today?” He sneered, loosened his tie, and downed half a glass of wine: “Spent too much time with her lately. She’s getting pushy.” The girl I saw in the photo leaned in, her finger tracing ambiguously over his collarbone: “Luke, do you have something for me?” Luke took the gift box out of his pocket. “Here, play with it.” The girl opened it and pouted dissatisfiedly. “Isn’t this last year’s style?” Luke glanced at it. “Yeah, I originally planned to give it to her.” “What? Didn’t you give her the $9.99 stuff?” The group of rich kids quickly gathered around. “Luke, you didn’t catch feelings, did you?” Standing in the shadows at the door, I couldn’t help clenching my trembling fists. Luke was silent for a moment, slowly blowing out a smoke ring: “What nonsense. A tacky, cheap old woman like her? You think I’d be interested?” “I was just thinking, I’m bored anyway. I’ll reveal everything in a few days.” “Honestly, compared to me, she’s not bad. Sometimes I use her as a punching bag when I’m mad.” The crowd erupted in teasing boos again. I was only meters away, yet it felt like I was in an abyss. “Luke, actually that woman isn’t ugly. She looks quite delicate. After you reveal the truth, maybe I’ll go comfort her while she’s heartbroken. I could probably score.” The girl named Mimi slapped the blond guy who spoke: “No way. That woman looks sickly. What kind of taste do you have?” Blondie chuckled. “I just like that fragile type… Luke, is she sick or not?” Luke swirled his wine glass. “Just a bit of anemia. She’s dramatic.” Mimi covered her mouth and laughed. “Right, last time I switched the pills on her nightstand. It’s been so long, and she hasn’t noticed?” The girl’s laughter was as melodious as a nightingale, but it sounded like needles in my ears. No wonder my illness accelerated. It was because the expensive special medicine I gritted my teeth to buy was switched by Luke! A metallic taste surged in my throat. I covered my mouth and swallowed it desperately. Inside the room, Luke seemed a bit agitated, checking his phone repeatedly. Mimi lay on him. “Luke, why do you care about her?” Luke pinched her chin, smiling frivolously: “What’s the rush? I’m waiting to see when Snow gives in. Are you jealous?” “Don’t worry, she’s about to be past tense.” After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her. Whistles and laughter erupted in the room. Standing outside, my fingernails dug deep into my palms, but I felt no pain. I slowly took out my phone and sent him a message: [I’ll take you guys skiing this weekend.] Almost the next second, a deafening cheer came from the room. “Fuck! She replied!” “Luke, you win again!” Luke lazily held up his phone, the screen’s light reflecting his triumphant smile. He shook it at the room full of people and said, “See? What did I tell you? She can’t leave me.” Mimi giggled and fell into his arms: “It’s a deal. After skiing, bring her to my birthday party at my family’s hotel. Then reveal your identity and announce our relationship.” Luke paused, lowered his head, and bit her ear. “Of course.” After they finished being intimate, he looked down and typed on his phone. Soon, I received a reply: “Okay. Classes are busy these days, so I won’t come back. See you at the ski resort this weekend.” I replied with a single word: “Okay.” Then I turned and left. The club hallway was very long. My shadow was stretched thin and lonely. The night wind was still cold, but this time, I didn’t cry.

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