Author: Momo Chan

I hated Roman Sterling. I hated that two-faced, arrogant jerk. It wasn’t enough that he stole my projects, poached my clients, and blocked my promotion. He actually! Dared to take my most precious possession! The moment the bed frame snapped, my soul felt like it left my body. I was bleeding in two places at once. My voice was gone, my vision blurred by steam and sweat. My last memory of that night was Roman gripping my neck, panting heavily into my ear, and chuckling: “You’re amazing, babe.” The next morning, I woke up with my hands around his throat, threatening him: “If a third person finds out about this, you are dead meat!” A few months later, looking at my slightly protruding belly. Roman scratched his head, looking pained. “I didn’t think biology worked that way for us.” “Can you maybe spare the baby daddy’s life?” 01 I hated Roman Sterling. He was a world-class jerk. Usually, I could tolerate him stealing my thunder at work. But sleeping with me? That was a bridge too far. When the bed collapsed, I think my dignity went with it. I have a secret. A medical anomaly. And that night, Roman discovered it in the most invasive way possible. 02 I learned a valuable lesson freshman year of college: Roman is a menace. Day one of orientation, we ended up in the same dorm room. We both wanted the bottom bunk. After arguing for twenty minutes, he suddenly smirked lazily. “If you want to be under me that badly, I’ll allow it.” Our other two roommates burst out laughing. I was furious. I threw my suitcase onto the top bunk and glared at him. “Fine. I’m taking the top. Deal with it.” Roman just smiled and happily made his bed. Later that night at the dorm mixer, Roman sat next to me. He leaned in, whispering with a grin: “Cam, top or bottom doesn’t matter.” “It’s what’s inside that counts.” It took me ten full seconds to realize what this pervert was implying. My face went nuclear red. When a roommate asked what was wrong, Roman casually picked up a cream puff and held it to my mouth. “He ate something spicy. Here, have something sweet to neutralize it.” I was so mad I bit down on the puff—pretending it was Roman’s finger. Filling exploded everywhere, all over my face. Roman took a wet wipe and cleaned me up, spot by spot. Some genius took a photo. Because of the angle, it looked… suggestive. Roman’s knuckles, my red face, the white cream. That photo hit the campus social app instantly. The thread got three thousand comments overnight. My reputation as a straight man took a critical hit. For the first semester, everywhere I went, people teased: “Cameron, where’s your boyfriend?” I reported the thread for harassment every day for a month until it was taken down. I thought graduation meant freedom. I thought tossing my cap meant tossing Roman Sterling out of my life. Day one at the new firm. I looked up from my cubicle and nearly passed out. Roman was sitting right across from me, flashing that same devilish grin. 03 I opened my eyes and felt like my face was buried in a cloud. I moved my head groggily, my lips brushing against something warm. The person next to me groaned. Once my vision cleared, I froze. My body ached in places it shouldn’t. I realized my head was buried in Roman’s chest. And judging by the red marks, I’d been there a while. Just as I was about to knock myself out and pretend this was a nightmare, he opened his eyes. We locked gazes. He smirked. “Morning, babe.” Babe? This trash. The first thing he does is flirt. I swung a fist at his face. He caught it effortlessly with his palm, using the momentum to flip us over so he was hovering above me. “Whoa there. Why so aggressive?” His tone wasn’t accusing. It was soft. Almost… pitiful. Like he was pouting. Flashes of last night hit me. My throat felt dry. Roman lowered his head. The moment our noses touched, I sobered up. I grabbed his neck and flipped us again, pinning him down. I squeezed, watching his face turn slightly red. “I’m warning you. If you tell anyone that I’m…” I couldn’t say the word. Intersex. “I will end you.” He didn’t speak. Once I had my pants on, Roman lit a cigarette. He blew a smoke ring toward me, smiling through the haze. “Then be gentle with me, husband. I’m sensitive.” 04 I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower, trying to wash off the scent of Roman Sterling. But whenever I closed my eyes, I could hear him. His voice, whispering in my ear. Calling me “babe.” It made me sick. I didn’t sleep until 3 AM. I dragged myself to the office Monday morning looking like a zombie. The moment I hit my desk, I smelled cologne. Cedar and spice. Roman was walking toward me in a crisp white shirt, top button undone, looking annoyingly fresh. “What do you want?” I snapped. “You look tired. I made you coffee.” “Damn it, are you stalking me? Are you sick? Did you poison this so I’d miss the morning meeting? I’m telling you, that project is mine!” I felt smug, thinking I’d seen through his plot. A female colleague nearby giggled. “You guys are too much.” Roman’s eyes darkened. He set the coffee down and walked away. I suddenly remembered college. He used to do this too. He’d buy breakfast for the whole room. Save seats. He even did my laundry once when I left it in the basket too long. Was he actually… nice? Ha. Believe Roman is a nice guy? Or believe I’m actually gay? He probably put bleach in my laundry. At the meeting, Roman told the boss that my plan was better suited for the new client. He voluntarily stepped back. I was confused. Was he compensating me for that night? The thought made me shudder. Can’t we just get partial amnesia? We are both grown men. There’s nothing to compensate! I decided to confront him. During lunch, I dragged him into the break room like a thief. 05 “Look, Roman. We have some… history. But we’re bros, right? Don’t…” I stammered, my face heating up. “Anyway, I’m not a girl. You don’t need to compensate me. Let’s just go back to normal. We argue, we compete.” “We stay enemies.” Roman laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “So, I hit a home run, and now you want to send me back to the dugout?” “What home run? What…” Before I could finish, Roman stepped in. He kneed my legs apart, pinned my wrists against the wall, and loomed over me. The scent of cedar was overwhelming. “Who said it was unpleasant? That night, I enjoyed it… thoroughly.” My face exploded with heat. “Get the hell away from me!” Roman chuckled. “Cam, people have been spreading rumors about us for years. Why don’t we just make it real?” “My father raised a straight man! Straighter than a steel beam!” I roared. Just then, the break room door swung open. Some colleagues walked in on us in a very compromising position. One of the girls gasped, covered her mouth, and frantically flashed us an ‘OK’ sign. “We didn’t see anything!” “Door’s closed! Carry on! Don’t let us ruin the mood!” I watched them flee in despair. I could predict my reputation for the next ten years—the closeted office romance king. 06 That afternoon, I went to Sarah at the next desk. “Sarah, switch seats with me? I’ll buy you lunch.” I couldn’t look at Roman’s resentful face anymore. Avoiding him was cowardly, but effective. Sarah looked at me, then at Roman, and smiled knowingly. “Couple’s quarrel? No way am I moving. Look at his handsome face, you’ll forgive him eventually.” Not only did I fail to move, but I also got humiliated. Why does everyone assume he’s the top? The world has a serious misunderstanding about me! It rained, and then it poured. The boss announced a bonus. A trip for two to Hawaii. “You two worked hard this half. Go relax. Come back refreshed.” I felt dead inside. Roman took the tickets and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your mood.” “You find a friend to go with. I’ll just stay in the hotel and sleep.” Was he that nice? I debated internally. I wanted to go, but it felt like a trap. But then my brain short-circuited. “You… don’t want to go with me?” I wanted to slap myself. Why did that sound like an invitation? Roman looked up slowly. He smiled, a look I couldn’t decipher. 07 How did it end up like this? I was hiding in the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Is the company going bankrupt? Why only one room? And why a King bed? The boss is a cheapskate. Roman knocked. “You done? I need to go.” You’re in a rush? I’m not mentally prepared! “Yeah… okay.” I walked out awkwardly. Roman didn’t even look at me. He went in and locked the door. He really just needed the toilet. I felt stupid for worrying. When I got dressed, I saw he had built a pillow fort down the middle of the bed. I paused. Right. We are enemies. This is normal. So why was I annoyed? That night, we lay back to back. Roman fell asleep instantly. I couldn’t sleep. Fragments of memories floated up. Sophomore year track meet. I sprained my ankle. Roman ran the 1500m for me, then collapsed by my wheelchair. The time my scholarship was delayed. He dragged me to the admin office and yelled at them until they fixed it. There were so many quiet moments buried under the noise of our rivalry. “Roman Sterling, you jerk,” I whispered into the dark. He sighed. He moved the pillow barrier. “Go to sleep, idiot.” “I can’t.” “Your breathing is too loud.” Roman laughed low in his throat. “Stupid. That’s your heartbeat.” In the silence, my ears burned.

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At the bar, my assistant Chloe was crying her eyes out over a breakup. Someone chimed in to comfort her: “Who hasn’t had a trash ex? Let’s have a contest. Who has the most embarrassing ex? Maybe that will make Chloe feel better.” The girls started throwing out their horror stories: “I dated a guy who was obsessed with feet. It was his whole personality.” “I dated a guy who was so cheap, he made me Venmo him for the gas used to drive to my house.” “I dated a guy who wore a fedora unironically in 2023.” The atmosphere heated up. Suddenly, someone turned to me. “Harper, you’ve been quiet. What about you? You must have a past.” I stared at the amber liquid in my glass, feeling a bit buzzed. “I have one.” Everyone leaned in, interested. “You have such high standards. You turned down CEO Preston last month. Your ex must have been a god, right?” I sniffled. I glanced at a tall figure working behind the bar in the distance. I looked away and said indignantly, “He was an old man.” The group gasped. “Like… a silver fox? A billionaire daddy?” I shook my head. “A thug. Uneducated. Bad temper. And he did time in prison.” The group was stunned. “So… he must have treated you like a queen, right?” I suddenly remembered that summer five years ago. His voice was cold as ice. Harper, I’m done with you. We’re done. Leave and don’t come back. Treat me like a queen? Hardly. I downed my drink, my throat burning. “He was a scumbag.” “I moved in with him when I was sixteen. We were together for four years, and in the end, he dumped me.” The table erupted in sympathy. “Damn, Harper, you win.” “That’s not just an ex, that’s a criminal record.” “You really lowered your standards for that one.” Chloe wiped her tears, curious. “But Harper… did he at least save your life or something?” My eyes drifted back to that figure in the shadows. “Yeah,” I whispered. “He saved my life.” 1 When I was sixteen, my stepmother sold me. The buyer was rumored to be a killer fresh out of prison. I was dragged to a run-down house by an old woman—his grandmother—and pushed in front of a tall man. “Jax, this is the wife I found you.” The man was tall, with sharp brows and eyes that looked like they could cut glass. He looked terrifying. “Nana, have you lost your mind? That’s a child.” The fixer standing next to us laughed nervously. “She’s sixteen, a real beauty. Let her do housework for two years. When she’s legal, you get a marriage license.” Jax cursed, his voice like thunder. “Get out! I’m not an animal!” I stood there, trembling, not knowing what to do. The fixer got desperate. “You’ve got a record, Jax! Who else is going to marry you? Your grandma saved every penny to get you a wife. Her family already took the cash!” Jax walked up to me. The air around him dropped ten degrees. “Where do you live?” I whispered the address of the trailer park. He turned around, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me out the door. The “return” process was violent. My stepmother didn’t want to give the money back. She stood on the porch, screaming. “You took the goods! Who knows if she’s still clean! No refunds on used goods!” I stood there, humiliated, wishing the ground would swallow me. My father sat on the steps, smoking, saying nothing. Jax picked up a beer bottle from the trash and smashed it against the porch railing. “Nobody told you? I just got out for manslaughter.” He pointed the jagged glass at them. “Want to make it two?” My stepmother screamed and threw the envelope of cash at him. He turned to leave. As soon as he stepped off the porch, my stepmother slapped me across the face. “Useless trash! Now we have to find another buyer! The guy in the next town only offered eight grand!” I shook violently. I didn’t know what kind of hell awaited me next. On the drive back, I had thought about ending it. Jumping out of the car. But I was a coward. I was sixteen. I wanted to live. I wanted to go to school. Suddenly, the front door was kicked open. Jax was back. He didn’t say a word. He threw the envelope of money back into my stepmother’s face. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of that house. “Is that your biological mother?” he asked, his voice shaking with rage. “No,” I stammered. “But… my dad is real.” He cursed under his breath. “Wait here.” He went back inside. I heard my father scream. I don’t know why, but the tears finally broke through. Being sold, being hit—I was numb to it. But in that moment, standing in the dirt driveway, I cried. I followed him to his beat-up truck, tears streaming down my face. “Why are you crying?” His tone was still harsh. “You were tough enough a minute ago.” I didn’t speak. He scratched his head aggressively, messing up his hair. “Fine. Just… come home with me for now.” 2 I was brought back to Jax’s house. The neighbors gossiped. “Hey Jax, brought the wife back?” He pulled me behind him, blocking their view. “Shut your mouth. She’s my sister.” That night, Nana cooked a feast, but she kept sighing. “I wanted you to have a wife, and you brought back a sister. How am I going to get you married now?” Jax rolled his eyes. “Nana, stop it. I’m not a predator.” At the dinner table, the old lady kept piling food onto my plate. “Eat up. You’re too skinny, child.” That night, I ate until I couldn’t move. The house was small. Two bedrooms. Nana had one, Jax had the other. He partitioned a corner of his room with plywood, set up a narrow cot and an old desk. Nana gave me clean sheets. Outside the window, wildflowers were blooming in the moonlight. Before this, I slept on a dirty mattress in a storage closet. Now, I had a bed. I lay on the hard mattress, unable to sleep. I could hear Jax breathing on the other side of the plywood. It was strangely comforting. The next morning, Jax knocked on the wood. “Get up. We’re going to school.” I sat up, confused. “School?” “What else? You’re sixteen. If you don’t go to school, what are you gonna do?” My nose stung. I could go to school? After breakfast, he rolled out a rusty motorcycle and drove me to the local high school. Jax stood in the principal’s office, tucking in his shirt, hiding his tattoos. “This is my sister. We need to register her.” From that day on, I really had a “brother.” Jax was famous in that part of town. The head of the thugs. He had killed a man (in a fight), served time. People said he ran the underground. Nobody messed with him. I used to be the quiet girl everyone bullied. Now, when people saw me, they respectfully called me “Miss Harper.” The first time we had a parent-teacher conference, Jax came. He wore all black, looking like a hitman sitting on a tiny classroom chair. After the meeting, he ruffled my hair, grinning like an idiot. “Damn. First time I’ve ever been praised in a school. You make me look good, kid.” 3 Jax was rarely home during the day. Nana was worried. “Harper, keep an eye on him. Don’t let him do anything stupid.” I became his shadow. Wherever Jax went, I went. He hated it. “Go home. This isn’t a place for kids.” “Are you sleeping around?” I asked angrily. He glared at me. “Where did you learn those words?” “You’re doing bad things.” TV taught me that nightclubs were dens of sin. He worked security at a club. I sat in the corner doing my homework. If a girl tried to flirt with him, I stared her down. Jax eventually grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to the exit. “Go home.” “Nana said to watch you.” “Watch me what? Watch me fight? Watch me bounce drunks? Watch me smoke?” I bit my lip. “Don’t be bad.” He froze, then laughed bitterly. “Harper, I’ve been bad for a long time.” “Do you like that lady?” I asked, pointing at a woman with wavy hair who kept eyeing him. He pulled my ponytail. “Harper, you’re a little gossip machine.” Riding home on his motorcycle, the wind roaring in my ears, I grabbed his shirt tight. “Jax, do you have someone you like?” He was silent for a long time. “I did.” “Where is she?” “She ran off with someone else.” Her name was Vanessa. I met her once. Tall, beautiful, driving a red convertible parked at the end of our alley. She came to find Jax. Jax wasn’t home. Nana, usually so kind, slammed the door in her face. Nana told me the story. They were high school sweethearts. But Vanessa’s dad was a gambler who owed money to sharks. The sharks came for Vanessa. Jax stepped in, fought them, and one of them died. Jax went to prison. Everyone thought Vanessa would wait. In his third year inside, she married a wealthy business owner. “Jax wanted to join the Marines,” Nana said, wiping her eyes. “Instead he got a record and lost everything. He never says a word, but I know it kills him.” Vanessa wouldn’t leave. I grabbed the gift basket she brought and threw it into the street. “You think money fixes this? Jax has a record for life because of you! Who pays for that?” Vanessa looked pale. “I didn’t have a choice…” “You’re married! Have some dignity and leave!” Jax was standing behind me, arms crossed. He chuckled. “Alright, Harper. You got a temper.” I sniffled, eyes red. “Rich people think they’re so great.” He rubbed my head. “It’s fine.” I still felt awful. He was a good man. He didn’t deserve to be thrown away. Who was going to pay for his ruined life? 4 We were poor, but the house was warm. Jax worked nights. Nana and I did handicrafts to sell. When he got paid, we ate meat. He gave me allowance. I saved it. One day, I took the money to the mall and bought a box of men’s brand-name boxers. I shoved the box at him, my face burning. “Your underwear on the clothesline has holes in it…” He paused for two seconds. “Nobody sees them but me. You manage a lot for a kid.” “Has… nobody seen them?” I asked without thinking. He narrowed his eyes and pinched my cheek. “Harper, get your mind out of the gutter. Your brother doesn’t sleep around!” He looked at the box, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. He lay on the couch playing on his phone while I did homework on the coffee table. Once, he dug through my backpack and found a few love letters. His face went black. “Harper, what is this?” “Someone gave them to me.” “Who? Which little punk wants to die?” “Jax! I rejected them! I brought them home to use as scrap paper for math.” He looked serious. “Focus on school. No dating.” Those two years were the brightest of my life. I had a Nana, a protector, a clean bed. I was full, safe, and happy.

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My sister started dating a wealthy young heir, but their romance was brutally crushed by his older brother. That brother looked down on us, calling my sister a gold digger and a “pick-me girl.” I was so furious that I created a fake account to catfish him, intending to teach him the pain of unrequited love. After six months of online dating, this uptight, old-fashioned man was calling me “baby” and asking to meet up. I laughed coldly, blocked him, and disappeared. I thought we would never cross paths again. But as fate would have it, my sister ended up marrying the heir anyway. At the wedding reception, I heard a familiar voice and was too scared to lift my head. Then I saw my sister and her husband walk over and call that man “Uncle.” Uncle? I was so shocked I dropped my chopsticks. 1 I ducked under the table to pick up my chopsticks, using the tablecloth to hide my horrified expression. How could he be the uncle? That voice was unmistakably the man I had catfished for six months—Adrian Thorne. Six months ago, my sister brought her boyfriend, Leo Thorne, home to meet the family. But Leo’s older brother, Adrian, intervened and broke them up. This guy was obsessed with controlling his brother’s life. He claimed my sister wasn’t good enough for Leo, calling her a gold digger who was only after the Thorne family fortune. My sister came home crying her eyes out and broke up with Leo. I couldn’t stand seeing her like that. So, Adrian Thorne, the “bro-con,” dared to insult my sister? I decided to teach him a lesson. I created a fake persona—a girl selling artisanal tea online—and got Adrian’s contact info. I messaged him every day, playing the long game. Adrian was a tough nut to crack—a total prude at first. But eventually, he fell for my charms, calling me “baby” and sharing his deepest thoughts. Until recently, when he asked to meet in person. I gave him a sob story about being insecure and unworthy of him. Adrian insisted he didn’t care about looks or status; he just loved me. Ironically, when it came to his brother Leo, he demanded a match of equal status. But for himself? Love was all that mattered. The hypocrisy! He was clearly targeting my sister. Enraged, I insulted him, blocked him, and vanished. I thought the prank was over. Adrian got his heart broken, and we were even. Who knew that Leo and my sister would get back together and actually get married? I was at the wedding, sitting at the main table for the bride’s family. Next to us was the groom’s family table. Since I sat down, I hadn’t dared to look up or glance around. I even feigned a sore throat to avoid speaking. I had sent Adrian photos before, but they were heavily edited—smaller face, bigger eyes, taller nose. As long as I kept my mouth shut, looking at that face that even my sister wouldn’t recognize, he surely wouldn’t know it was me. Trembling, I waited as the wedding moved to the reception phase. The bride and groom were going table to table for toasts. “Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.” Hearing that familiar deep voice, I almost buried my face in my soup bowl. My sister and Leo both called him “Uncle”! No, no, something must be wrong. maybe I heard it wrong? Once they moved on, I glanced sideways. I only saw the man’s back. He was in a sharp suit, expensive watch, his back straight, radiating a dark, intense aura. After the toast, an elder at the table teased him. “Your nephew is married. When do you plan to settle down?” “Don’t bring it up,” a young man next to him whispered sympathetically. “Uncle Julian finally opened his heart, but it turned out to be a catfisher selling tea. She blocked him, and he’s still fuming…” “Ethan.” The man at the head of the table spoke, his voice laced with displeasure, warning him to stop. Wait… Julian? I turned my head, cold sweat dripping down my back. This man… wasn’t Adrian Thorne. Tonight was a family dinner for the Thornes. My sister had given me photos beforehand to memorize the key family members. My despair peaked. I catfished the wrong guy! 2 During our six-month “relationship,” “Adrian” (who was actually Julian) had sent me countless voice notes. Towards the end, he wanted to be on the phone constantly, even while sleeping. I would recognize that voice even as a ghost. Seeing the opportunity to break his heart, I told him I fell for someone else—a new boyfriend who was much better. I called him old. I said he probably smelled like mothballs. I called him ugly—that’s why I never video chatted. I said his muscles looked like he chugged protein powder. And! I told him he was… small. I felt great after the tirade, then blocked him and ran. My face went pale as I recalled this. I was doomed. Not only did my revenge fail, but I also dragged my sister into this mess. My sister told me the Thornes were old money. The patriarch had three sons, but the favorite was the youngest, Julian Thorne. He was the current CEO of Thorne Enterprises, holding immense power in the family. If he found out I was the one who humiliated him, my sister’s life in the Thorne family would be hell! I was pacing anxiously but couldn’t tell my sister. I did this behind her back. Plus, knowing wouldn’t help. She might give it away. Since our parents died, my sister and I relied on each other in foster care. We refused to be separated. She was so good to me. Now she was a university professor with a good marriage. I couldn’t ruin this for her. Julian Thorne absolutely could not find out it was me. At the dinner, I finally saw Julian’s face clearly. One word: Hot. Two words: Extremely Hot. I had toyed with such a gorgeous man and turned him into an enemy. I just hoped he wouldn’t recognize me. I played the mute, obedient girl. Julian’s cold gaze swept over me once, then moved on. He didn’t recognize me. I sighed in relief and sat down, keeping my head low. Since I was the bride’s only relative, Leo’s family was quite interested in me. “Have you found an internship yet?” Leo’s mom asked. “Do you want to come to Thorne Enterprises?” Thorne Enterprises? That was Julian’s company. No, no way! But Leo’s mom was staring at me warmly. I couldn’t signal my sister. I opened my mouth, almost forgetting my “mute” persona. “Sure,” my sister answered for me, smiling. “Thank you, Mom.” NO! This was walking right into the lion’s den! At the table, CEO Julian Thorne watched silently, tacitly approving. After dinner, I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I decided to avoid the Thornes as much as possible. Before leaving, my sister pulled me aside. “You were acting weird today. What’s wrong?” I waved my hand, texting her that I just felt sick. She was relieved and told me to rest. I managed to fool her. But the tricky part was the internship. Thorne Enterprises was an industry giant. An internship there was gold on a resume. If Julian wasn’t involved, I’d go in a heartbeat. But if he recognized me… After agonizing for days, I made up my mind. It was just a three-month internship. Thorne Enterprises was huge. How could a lowly intern run into the CEO? I just needed to survive three months, then disappear. 3 It’s easy when you know people inside. I got in quickly. I was nervous for the first few days. But as I predicted, an intern only dealt with their mentor. The highest-ranking person I saw was the department manager. Let alone the CEO, I didn’t even see the General Manager. I relaxed. However, working at a top firm wasn’t easy. The workload was insane. My proposals kept getting rejected. The department head was constantly yelling. The atmosphere was tense. In the cafeteria, my lunch buddy whispered gossip. “Do you know why it’s been so tough lately?” He was an intern from my batch. “Why?” I asked, curious. “Because…” He looked around and lowered his voice. “The CEO got dumped.” My spoon clattered onto my plate. “Really?” “Yeah. Online dating. He got scammed.” I drank my soup, hiding my face. “Where did you hear that?” “The CEO had his assistant investigate an account. Word spread. Everyone knows.” My buddy looked puzzled. “With his status, he could have anyone. Why online date? And get scammed? If the girl knew who he was, she’d regret it for life.” Yeah, I was regretting it! I blamed myself for not being careful. I meant to find Adrian, but got this titan instead. I asked cautiously, “Did the assistant say what the CEO plans to do if he finds her?” “Call the police, obviously. That tea girl must have swindled a lot of money. It’s enough for a prison sentence.” That was nonsense! I admitted my motives weren’t pure. I pretended to sell tea to annoy him. But my friend’s family actually sold tea. Julian insisted on buying it, paying ten times the price. Aside from that, I returned every cent he gave me when we “broke up.” I told him my new boyfriend was possessive and wouldn’t let me spend another man’s money. Although the Thornes were rich, I was terrified Adrian (who I thought it was) would sue me over the money. I just wanted to break his heart. Ideally, since I deleted the account, Julian shouldn’t be able to trace me. Just survive three months… “Stella, take this file to the CEO’s office.” I took the folder from my senior colleague, wanting to cry. Why was there always a hurdle! In the elevator to the top floor, I psyched myself up. Just dropping off a file. Easy. Keep playing mute. I arrived terrified, but the office was empty. Julian wasn’t there. His secretary asked which department I was from. Since he wasn’t there, I didn’t need to be mute. I answered, she logged it, and I was free. After a few times, I relaxed. Once again, I went to drop off a file. I greeted the secretaries and heard a familiar voice from the inner office. “Let her in.” Me: “…” Heart in my throat, I walked in like I was marching to my execution. I placed the file on the desk. Julian extended a hand—long fingers, well-defined knuckles—and took it. He started reading without a word. Seconds ticked by. I calmed down a bit and peeked up. I met his upturned phoenix eyes and quickly looked down. After a suffocating silence, Julian asked, “How is it going at the company?” I had just spoken to the secretaries outside. I couldn’t play mute! I squeezed my voice, whispering, “It’s good.” I glanced up and added, “Mr. Thorne.” “Good?” Julian chuckled coldly. “You’re here delivering files because everyone knows about our relationship. You call that ‘good’?” What relationship? Don’t spread rumors! I panicked and forgot to squeeze my voice. “What relationship do we have…” Before I finished, I realized he meant my connection to my sister and Leo. “Hehe.” I recovered. “I didn’t tell anyone…” I barely got in as a nepo baby; I wanted to keep it low profile. But apparently, they sent me to deliver files because they knew I was connected, hoping I’d shield them from his temper. Julian frowned slightly, studying me. “Call your manager up here.” I fled like I’d been pardoned. I don’t know what Julian told the manager, but no one sent me to deliver files again. Another crisis averted! 4 On my last shift before the holiday, I was thinking about dinner while waiting for the elevator. Ding. The doors opened. I looked up and saw Julian in a suit. What?? Why was he taking the employee elevator instead of his private one? Julian stared at me. “Not getting in?” I stepped in stiffly. The doors closed. We continued down. The tall man next to me made the cramped space feel tiny. A pleasant scent filled my nose—his cologne. Memories of the scandalous photos he sent me surfaced. First, hands and arms. Then, chest and abs. Then… I recalled his voice asking, “Do you like what you see?” My face burned. The oxygen in the elevator felt thin. Why was this elevator so slow? “Stella.” “Hmm?” I instinctively responded, turning to meet Julian’s probing gaze. He squinted. “You seem… afraid of me?” “I…” I tried to be calm. “You’re the boss, and an elder. I… respect you.” Beside me, Julian said coolly, “Then don’t look like you have a guilty conscience.” “We haven’t met before, have we?” My back felt hot, goosebumps rising. “No, never.” “Oh.” Julian responded indifferently, as if asking casually. Ding. The elevator stopped. A crowd poured in. Good news: I wasn’t alone with Julian anymore. Bad news: I was shoved into the corner, pressed against him. Why was the universe torturing me? I cursed the person who gave me the wrong number a thousand times. Finally, the ground floor. “Goodbye, Mr. Thorne.” The crowd dispersed. I tried to slip away. I took two steps and felt a sharp tug on my scalp. I turned around. My hair was tangled in Julian’s suit button! Kill me now! My face was stiff. Nothing could shock me anymore. I stood close, untangling my hair from his button. Luckily, it was just a snag, not a knot. I felt a gaze I couldn’t ignore. I looked up. Julian’s eyes were lowered, his cold gaze resting quietly on my collarbone. In the struggle, my collar had shifted, revealing some skin. There, sat a small red mole. It was visible in the photos I had sent him.

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My brand-new boyfriend was too cold. I couldn’t take it anymore. Just as I was about to break up with him, floating text like a Twitch chat stream suddenly appeared in the air. [Is the Villainess crazy? She chased him for a year and now she’s dumping him after three months?] [Poor Male Lead. Just fell in love and getting dumped. Good thing he meets the Heroine later who loves him wholeheartedly.] [Honestly, I get the Villainess. The Male Lead is getting colder by the day.] [What do you know? The Male Lead loves her to death! If she just hooked her finger, he’d come crawling like a dog to serve her. She’s so dumb at dating. She deserves to lose him to the Heroine.] Him? Crawling like a dog? Serving me? What kind of dog waits for a signal to lick? I don’t want a mute dog. I broke up with him right then and there. I thought he would beg me to stay, like the floating text said. Instead, he stayed glued to his computer screen, fingers flying across the keyboard. Without even looking up, he gave a faint, “Oh. Okay.” So much for the dog. 01 I knew I shouldn’t have expected much. But his total indifference still stung. A whole year! I stalked him, pestered him, and wore him down until he finally agreed to date me. Breaking up after three months? Honestly, I didn’t want to. He was just so my type. The first time I saw him, he was on stage at freshman orientation—clean-cut, fresh, like an anime character come to life. I was hooked instantly. I swore I would make him mine. And I did. But after we got together, he was just… frigid. Hold hands? “Too hot.” Hug? “Uncomfortable.” Kiss? “I don’t like the taste of saliva.” Who could stand that? I felt like he just didn’t like me. Not only did he not like me, he seemed repulsed. Everything I gave him disappeared within days. When I asked, it was “lost” or “don’t remember where I put it.” Yeah, right. He definitely threw them away! Seeing me stand there for a long time, he finally looked up. “Something else?” “…No.” “Then why are you still here?” Is that something a human being says? Rushing me out right after a breakup? This is called “loving me to death”? This is called “finally getting rid of the clingy girl”! I was about to curse him out when my phone rang. It was my roommate, Chloe. “Maya said we’re going to The Vault for her birthday tonight. Bring your boyfriend?” I glanced at him and sneered, “Not bringing him. Just broke up. Send me the location.” Forget it. If there’s a party, I’m not wasting time on him. I hung up and turned to leave. Suddenly, he called out, “Wait.” Right then, a line of text floated by. [He’s panicking! The Male Lead thinks the Villainess is going to the club to hook up, so he’s gonna stop her!] Really? He regrets it? I couldn’t help but smirk, a little flicker of hope and nervousness in my chest. I turned around slowly, chin up, looking down at him. “What?” He frowned. “Did you finish the materials for next week’s seminar?” “?” 02 “Did you make the roll-up banner?” “Did you write the meeting agenda?” “What about the reception plan? Is the logistics team ready?” A rapid-fire interrogation like a machine gun left me stunned. So he yelled to stop me just to assign me work? A lump formed in my throat. I tried to suppress my anger. “Didn’t do any of it. So what?” “Do it now.” “I have plans tonight. I’ll do it tomorrow.” “No.” I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll do it.” I glared at him and pushed the door to leave. He called out again. “Do it here.” I exploded. “Seriously? Ethan! If I send you the results before midnight, isn’t that enough?” His frown deepened. “Jessa, the meeting is next Monday. It’s Friday and you haven’t finished. What do you think?” I decided to be difficult. “Didn’t bring my laptop. Can’t do it.” “Use mine.” I laughed in disbelief. The chat stream was loving the drama. [LMAO. Male Lead is so stubborn. He clearly doesn’t want to break up and doesn’t want her going to the club, so he’s using work as an excuse.] [The Villainess is being difficult too. He’s trying to keep her there, just take the hint.] Stubborn? Keeping me there? I believe it? It’s not my first day knowing him. He, Ethan Cole, head of the External Relations Department, is famous for high standards and high efficiency. Forcing team members to work overtime is his hobby! I knew this too well from when I was chasing him and volunteered as free labor. He has zero lingering affection for me. It’s all about work! We broke up, and I still have to take this crap? I’ll finish this job and quit the department! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I cursed him under my breath while working. He maintained his icy attitude perfectly. Ignoring my muttering, he stared at me until I finished everything before letting me go. Before leaving, I took out my phone and deleted him from WeChat right in front of him. “Let’s delete each other. I’ll resign with the team leader next week. Don’t contact me again.” He watched my operation and gave a lukewarm “Hmm.” 03 Early the next morning, I submitted my resignation to the team leader. She rejected it immediately and tried to persuade me earnestly. “Jessa, finals are coming up, and the department is swamped. Can you please help out and finish this semester before leaving? Please!” When I joined External Relations to chase Ethan, the team leader helped me a lot. She always thought I wanted to pad my resume, so she helped me out. She had no idea I was purely lovestruck. It would be uncool to leave her hanging now. I reluctantly agreed. It’s just another month or two. I can endure it. As long as I don’t have too much contact with Ethan. The team leader thanked me profusely. Then she immediately sent me a file. “This is the corporate info we just negotiated. Look it over, make a proposal, and report to the Minister.” “…” When I was chasing him, it was so hard to see him. Now that we broke up, I can’t shake him off? Truly mystical. But I deleted him. How do I report? No choice but to find him in person. I asked around and found him in a cafe. I sat down opposite him, deliberately interrupting his call. “Minister, I have a report.” He glanced up at me. He whispered an apology to the person on the phone: “I’ll contact you later.” Then he signaled me: “Sit over here.” I turned my head. “No.” “How can you report without looking at the computer?” “You look. I don’t need to. It’s all in my head.” He lowered his eyes, his expression darkening, lips pressed into a thin line. Oh, angry? So what? What are you gonna do? Am I afraid of you? After the report, he had a lot of edits. I stayed silent, just nodding. The moment he finished and I turned to leave, he quickly grabbed me. “Don’t run. Change it here.” I cursed his entire family in my mind. Gritting my teeth: “Got it.” Halfway through the edits, he shoved his phone in my face. “Add me back. I have materials to send you.” He was all business. Arguing would make me look petty. As I was changing his nickname, I noticed his Moments (social feed) had actually updated. And it was posted one minute ago! I clicked it and my pupils dilated. It was a mirror selfie of him shirtless! 04 The veins on his lean muscles were distinct, and the sexy V-line disappeared into his loose sweatpants. But his face was cold. Completely opposite to his usual refined, gentle look. Extreme contrast, full of sexual tension. He wasn’t like this when we were together. Why is he so slutty right after breaking up? This is blatantly seductive! Who is he posting this for? That destined “Heroine”? I’ve known him so long and never saw his body! Which lucky girl is eating this good? I glared at him with jealousy. In broad daylight, in a public place, how can he post this kind of photo! He looked at me puzzled: “What’s wrong? Tired of editing?” Right then, text floated by. [Tsk tsk! Male Lead is really going for it! Wants her back but dares not say it, so the moment she adds him back, he posts a thirst trap to seduce the Villainess!] ? When we kissed before, I touched him twice and he dodged. He would actively show me this stuff? I don’t believe it. I opened the picture and held it up to his eyes. “Posted for me to see?” His eyes moved slightly, but he didn’t speak. What, flirting right after breaking up and got caught, so you dare not admit it? I spoke nicely: “Just say it if it is, it’s okay, I won’t be mad.” He paused: “No.” Then it’s for another woman! I knew it! What bullshit floating text! Talking nonsense all day! Can you possibly know him better than I do? I smiled: “That’s good, otherwise I’d be quite troubled. I hate men who post thirsty photos like this, indecently posting mess online, it’s quite disgusting.” The angrier I am, the more toxic my mouth gets. His face changed suddenly, jawline tight. Neither of us spoke again. I finished the proposal, sent it to him, and left. That night, possessed by some ghost, I opened his WeChat again. The post was gone. The text floated up. [Male Lead is so pitiful, scolded into shutting down. Been sad all day, still reflecting in the cafe.] [Although the Villainess isn’t the endgame, the Male Lead is so cowardly, I’m anxious too!] [Exactly, the Villainess got mad and he deleted it immediately. Wanted to apologize, edited in the chat box for half a day, didn’t dare send a word, afraid of saying something wrong again. He still hasn’t figured out why she dumped him.] I sneered internally. He deleted the post because he was worried the girl he was flirting with would hate thirsty guys. Still at the cafe? Of course, because he’s a grinder, studying late. What is the stream fantasizing about? Idiots.

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I was with my boyfriend when I saw him. Asher Vance. The billionaire heir to the Vance empire. He sat high above everyone else, his gaze cold and detached. My boyfriend warned me to stay away. Apparently, Asher Vance hates “good girls” ever since one dumped him back in high school. That “good girl” was me. But later that night, in the room next to where my boyfriend was cheating on me, Asher trapped me against the bathroom vanity. His kisses trailed down to my most intimate places, making me tremble uncontrollably. He looked up, his fingers tracing my inner thigh, stopping dangerously close. “Did he ever kiss you here? If he did, I’ll go ruin him right now.” 1 The lighting in the club was dim and ambiguous. I unconsciously gripped the fabric of my dress, following nervously behind my boyfriend. This was David, my boyfriend of one month. Clean background, reliable personality, matching social status, stable job. He was the perfect marriage candidate, hand-picked by my parents after endless screening. And me? I lived by the rules. I always listened to my parents. So even though I didn’t love him, I followed their instructions to spend more time with David. I just didn’t expect David to bring me to a club tonight. My hair was up in a messy bun, and my simple white cotton dress looked completely out of place here. Anyone could tell it was my first time in a place like this. David sensed my discomfort and squeezed my hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, Lily. Just stick with me. I want you to meet some people; it’ll be good for us. I heard my boss might be here tonight.” I still wasn’t used to being intimate with David. But his palm was warm, and he was taking care of me. I suppressed the discomfort and let him lead me. “Okay, I’ll follow you.” The door to the VIP booth opened. There were so many people. But my gaze landed instantly on the figure in the center of the crowd. In the dim light, a man was lounging lazily on the wide leather sofa, his suit jacket unbuttoned, the ember of a cigarette glowing between his fingers. My heart skipped a beat without warning. Followed immediately by a tidal wave of panic. Asher Vance. The most dazzling figure from my high school days. And my ex-boyfriend. 2 My parents were both teachers. Their discipline was strict, bordering on harsh. So, no matter the occasion, I was known as the school’s resident “good girl.” Timid, boring, quiet enough to be forgotten. Someone like me shouldn’t have had anything to do with Asher Vance. He was rebellious, untamable, the school’s biggest troublemaker. But some people are born to stand at the top. Asher was devastatingly handsome, from a wealthy family, and never dropped out of the top ten in academics. To everyone else, he was the undisputed king of the school. Countless girls had crushes on him. I was just the most ordinary, dull one among them. By all accounts, we were from two different worlds. But one day, after a class dinner, we played Truth or Dare. I drew a Dare. 3 Someone dared me to confess to Asher, who was sitting at the next table. The instigator was the school’s most popular girl, Chloe. Rumor had it she had just been rejected by him. In front of everyone, Chloe had stopped Asher on his way to basketball practice, holding a love letter. Her cheeks were flushed pink. “Asher, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?” Asher held the ball with one hand, his gaze sweeping over her lazily. “Sorry. Not interested in you.” Asher was a tough nut to crack; everyone knew it. He had the face of a player but zero interest in dating. News of Chloe’s rejection spread like wildfire, making her the school’s laughingstock. Now, she needed someone else to embarrass themselves to replace her as the joke. And she chose me. Soft, easy to bully. Chloe looked at me with haughty eyes. “It’s fine, Lily. Even if you fail, no one will laugh at you. After all, if someone like me got rejected, it’s totally normal for him to reject you too.” She pushed the Dare card toward me, her expression hardening. “Lily, you’re not going to be a sore loser, right?” Her tone was laced with a threat. I bit my lip and took the card. Chloe was scary. Forget it. I was a pushover anyway. It was just a rejection. Better to be embarrassed once than to be secretly targeted by Chloe later. So, I shuffled over to the table where the boys were sitting. I stopped right in front of Asher. 4 I felt everyone’s eyes on me. My face was burning like a furnace. I secretly pinched my palm, trying to stay calm. I took a deep breath, looking up with determination. But the moment I met those indifferent eyes, I panicked and looked down again. I stammered, “A-Asher, I-I’m Lily. I… I like you! Can… can you be my boyfriend? It’s okay if you say no…” I was shaking so hard I could barely finish a sentence. My voice got smaller and smaller until it was a whisper. The boys around him started jeering. “Yo, another one confessing to Asher!” “Haha, little sister, you’re done for. Asher hates this stuff lately.” Suddenly, Asher kicked the loudest guy’s chair. He clicked his tongue coldly. “Why are you scaring her? Did I ask you to speak for me?” The guy scrambled up, grinning apologetically, and shut his mouth. I was even more terrified. They said Asher was scary when he was angry. Did I annoy him? I looked like I was facing a firing squad, head down, waiting for the verdict. But the expected rejection didn’t come. Asher, who usually ignored everyone, stared at me quietly for a long time. He said, “Okay.” I was waving my hands frantically. “It’s okay, Asher, you can reject me…” Mid-sentence, I realized what he said. I looked up as if I’d seen a ghost. “You… you said okay?” The corner of Asher’s mouth lifted imperceptibly. The playful arrogance in his voice vanished, replaced by seriousness. “Yes. I said okay.”

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I am a Beta, but I have a childhood sweetheart who is a top-tier Omega. He is a federal politician; I am a house husband. Everyone says our marriage is a joke, but I never thought so. Until the federal election. My husband’s rival is a Federal General, a top-tier Alpha, young and highly decorated. This Alpha somehow took an interest in me. And my Omega husband, using our past as leverage, personally delivered me to that Alpha’s bed. Later, I signed the divorce papers and left with nothing. The arrogant Omega then begged me like a madman to remarry him. 1 “Elian, just this once! Help me one last time.” The Omega hugged me tightly. His beautiful face was written with pleading and pitifulness. I didn’t speak. The moment I heard Adrian’s request, a massive roar echoed in my ears. Minutes ago, Adrian came home, grabbed my hand, and begged me with red-rimmed eyes. He begged me to sleep with his election rival, General Silas Vance. “Sleeping” between adults never means just sleeping. I found it absurd. I thought he was joking. Until he stood on his tiptoes, wrapped his arms around my neck, and planted fragmented kisses on the corner of my mouth. I knew he wasn’t joking. He really wanted to send me to another man’s bed. And that man was an Alpha I had never met. The Omega standing before me felt so strange. “Impossible,” I refused softly. Adrian’s face was covered in tears, still begging bitterly. “Elian, you know my family has always objected to me marrying a Beta like you. If I win this election and become Mayor, there will be no more gossip.” “Elian, I promise this is the last time. Besides, Silas is a top Alpha, he might not even be interested in you… Please, Elian.” Those deliberately gentle tones were what I longed for in my dreams. But now, they pierced into my body like fiberglass shards. Invisible, but hurting everywhere. I remained silent. Adrian understood my attitude. The gentleness in his eyes dissipated, restoring the high and mighty posture he usually held before me. “Elian, the Lin family adopted you at sixteen. We funded your education and supported your grandmother who was in a vegetative state.” “At twenty, ignoring everyone’s opposition, I insisted on marrying you, a Beta with nothing.” When saying these words, Adrian’s face was frighteningly cold. He slowly took off the diamond ring on his hand and tossed it onto the table. The diamond clashed with the marble, making a crisp sound. My heart was slowly squeezed by an invisible hand. Adrian said, “Elian, what do you have to repay this debt?” At this moment, I truly saw the man I had loved for five years. I always knew my marriage with Adrian wasn’t equal. A top Omega of the Lin family and a penniless Beta. No one favored this marriage. But I refused to believe it. I persisted in pursuing love. Even if Adrian was busy with affairs and didn’t come home for a month, I didn’t care. Even if the assistant by his side was an Alpha with a 90% match, I didn’t care. No matter what others said, I didn’t believe it. Because Adrian initiated this marriage. So I didn’t believe he didn’t love me. But now I believe it. And I am tired. I looked at Adrian’s familiar yet strange face and nodded: “I agree.” Adrian was stunned, a flash of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly turned into determination. He always thought everything in the world should follow his will. Naive and cruel. I rubbed the ring on my finger and said, “There is one condition.” Adrian was in a good mood, lifting his chin to signal me to speak. I said, “We divorce. I can’t do these things while married.” 2 Adrian agreed to the divorce swiftly. On the scale of interests, I am always the losing end. Adrian took out the documents prepared by his assistant for me to sign. My mind was a mess. I signed without looking closely. As the last stroke fell, my heart suddenly emptied. Watching me finish signing, Adrian suddenly grabbed my hand, placed his face obediently in my palm, and whined coquettishly: “Elian, we’ll remarry after the election.” “Didn’t you always want a honeymoon to make up for the wedding? We’ll go. I’ll give you another baby, okay?” I looked down at Adrian, who was planning on his own, my heart a barren wasteland. Turns out everything I longed for before was so easily obtained. I just needed to get into someone else’s bed. I pushed him away and stood up: “Signed. Let me know when the divorce certificate is ready.” This was the first time I rejected Adrian’s coquetry. He was uncomfortable, looking at me helplessly, murmuring: “Elian.” But this time I didn’t soften. I turned and left. Adrian is a supremacist of interest. The divorce certificate arrived at noon. The hotel room number was sent to me in the evening. “Elian, today is Silas’s rut period. His hotel room is Penthouse 01.” “I’ll give you the key card.” Just like that, he couldn’t wait to send his lover to another’s bed. The phone screen was glaring. I turned it off, collapsed on the sofa without any image, and lit a cigarette. Adrian didn’t like the smell of smoke, so I rarely smoked these years. Adrian cared about face. As his partner, my every move was observed by the outside world. So I restrained the weariness in my bones, disguising myself as gentle and humble. This pretense lasted two years. But now I don’t need to pretend anymore. The smoke rose, blurring my thoughts and the night. A car honked. I saw Adrian sitting in the driver’s seat. Adrian wore a white suit tonight, looking very gentle, with no trace of the ruthlessness inside. His eyes brightened as he called me, “Elian, get in.” I sat in the car with the smell of smoke, lazily propping my forehead. The Omega smelled the smoke and complained coquettishly: “Why are you smoking again? It stinks… it’s bad for your health.” I glanced at him faintly: “Drive.” Adrian was so angry his eyes turned red, but in the end, he said nothing. In the past, he would have pointed at my nose and cursed. Then turned to seek comfort from his Alpha assistant. Tsk, I’m being pathetic again. Head against the window, dense past events rushed at me like the fog of late night. 3 My parents were a Beta-Omega couple. Even though they weren’t a match, they were still loving. When I was five, my mom suffered from pheromone disorder. The doctor said she needed Alpha pheromones to soothe her, or her body would age rapidly. But my father was a Beta; he had no pheromones. He could only buy them on the black market. But the price was exorbitant. One bottle cost my father’s annual salary. Expensive, but necessary. But unexpectedly, that bottle of pheromones contained addictive ingredients. Without pheromone soothing, my mother would lose her mind, living like a madwoman. To stop my mother’s suffering, my father helplessly went to sell blood and organs to raise money. In the end, he died on the way home due to excessive blood loss. And in his arms, he still tightly held a bottle of pheromones. Initially, Grandma hid the truth from my mom, saying Dad went out to work. But a neighbor accidentally let it slip. I still remember that day was beautiful. Mom wore a white dress with a side braid, hugged me and kissed me hard, saying she was going out to buy me ice cream. She told me to wait at home. I sat obediently at the door, didn’t wait for Mom, but waited for a tearful Grandma. Grandma said Mom died. Died in front of Dad’s grave. No one knew how Mom found the cemetery. No one knew what Mom said to Dad before she died. No one knew how much despair it took to cut an artery with a stone. That year I was eight, lost my parents, and depended on Grandma. At fifteen, Grandma was hit by a car while picking up trash and became a vegetable. The perpetrator escaped and accidentally fell off a cliff. Sky-high medical bills pressed on my shoulders like a mountain. I thought life was dark until my teacher told me the Lin family was looking for a companion to study with young master Lin. Not only could I study, but food and lodging were included. I went. Young master Lin’s eyes lit up, he held my hand and said: “I want him.” Since then, my life has been marked with the name Adrian Lin. Eighteen, to help the Lin family get mining rights, I was forced to drink by clients until my stomach bled. Nineteen, to save the nearly bankrupt Lin family, I gave up my studies and went down into a collapsed mine to rescue trapped workers. That time my leg broke, and I stayed in the hospital for three months. Twenty, Adrian read my diary, learned of my secret crush, and insisted on marrying me. I was messily happy. Even after being beaten with 120 strokes by Adrian’s father, I only said “I listen to the young master.” Twenty-one, Adrian entered politics. He left early and returned late daily. To take care of him, I quit my job to be a house husband. Now twenty-two, to become Mayor, Adrian chose to send me to an Alpha’s bed, even threatening me with past kindness. Obviously only a few years passed, why did hearts change so fast? I can’t figure it out. But the only thing clear is that I haven’t owed Adrian anything for a long time. Recollection ended, arrived at the hotel. I pushed the door open and got out. Adrian stopped me. “Drink some water. Don’t go in smelling like smoke.” I looked at Adrian’s consistently drooping puppy eyes and took the bottle. Drank it in one go, turned to leave. Adrian called me again, voice careful: “Elian, have you thought about where we’ll go for our honeymoon?” The night wind hit my face. It hurt. But far less than one ten-thousandth of what Adrian brought me. I turned back, looked at the person I loved for five years, voice hoarse: “Adrian, will you regret this?” The atmosphere solidified. The plaza clock struck nine times. As the last sound fell, I heard Adrian say: “Elian, I won’t regret it.” 4 I curled my lips in self-mockery and turned away. Adrian called urgently: “Elian, I’ll take you up.” I waved my hand: “No need. Relax, I do what I say.” The elevator doors closed, blocking outside prying eyes. Holding the key card Adrian gave me, I smoothly reached the top floor. Standing in front of the door, I took a deep breath and pressed the card to the door. Click, the door opened, heart in my throat. I lowered my voice, said: “Mr. Vance, hello, Mr. Lin sent me…” Before I finished, the door was yanked open. Immediately my wrist tightened, a powerful force pulled me into the room. The top Alpha’s body pressed down like a scorching volcano. “Mr. Vance!” Silas Vance’s arms imprisoned my waist like iron blocks. I frowned, impatiently trying to push him away. The Alpha didn’t budge. At this moment, the genetic advantage of differentiation was vividly displayed. “Don’t move.” The Alpha’s hoarse, deep voice rang in my ear. I clearly felt that the person hugging me tightly now was an Alpha. A male Alpha capable of doing something to me. The places touched filled with discomfort. I frowned trying to dodge, but the Alpha’s movements became more excessive. Cool fingertips stroked my back. Inch by inch, butterfly bones, spine, ribs, finally landing on the waist dimples. The weird sensation made me unable to endure anymore, lifting my foot to kick him away. Suddenly, a heat rush surged from my lower abdomen to my brain. When I realized something was wrong, it was too late. My body went limp, the flat nape of my neck began to heat up. I entered a pseudo-estrus. It was Adrian. That bottle of water had a problem. Instantly, my heart fell into an ice cave, even breathing carried sharp pain. Again. Adrian kicked me into the abyss again. Hot liquid flowed from the corners of my eyes. The Alpha paused, reached out and gently wiped it away: “Haven’t even done it yet, why cry.” In the dark room, I saw a moment of clarity in the top Alpha’s eyes. I immediately reminded him: “I entered a pseudo-estrus.” Silas pressed his fingertips on the back of my neck. The originally flat nape was now slightly bulging. I sensed the trembling of the Alpha’s fingertips. A meaningful whimper spilled from my throat. Even my body trembled slightly along with it. “Don’t… don’t touch.” I raised my hand to slap away the wandering hand, but had no strength at all. The inner desire amplified continuously. The desire to be filled grew stronger and stronger. I bit my lower lip hard, making a futile struggle. Useless. I gave up. Through the moonlight outside the window, I saw the Alpha’s face clearly. Thick brows, phoenix eyes, deep gaze, beautifully heart-moving. My breath hitched. No one told me this highly decorated young Alpha looked like this. Silas noticed my gaze, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. At this moment, only the sound of my heartbeat was in my ears. Anyway, the situation has reached this point. Instead of complaining and hating, might as well look on the bright side. At least this Alpha is very handsome. I comforted myself with full mockery. Suppressing the urge to pin him down, I put my hand on Silas’s shoulder. Pressed his body down, planting a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. After the kiss, I said hoarsely: “Silas Vance.” The Alpha responded: “I’m here.” I said: “Bite me gently.” This sentence was a hint, hot breath stirring the air. The Alpha chuckled lightly, picked me up, and walked steadily towards the bed. Simultaneously not forgetting to respond: “Okay.” A light kiss fell on the back of the neck, that piece of flesh was caught by Silas. Sharp teeth eager for action, then pierced fiercely. Pain caused mist to unconsciously float in my eyes. Brain reminded me to run. Before I could move, I heard the Alpha say softly in my ear like a sigh: “Already very gentle.” At the same time, the tiger’s mouth gripped my ankle, easily pulling me back under him. Pheromones entered my body, domineeringly marking everywhere. I tried to resist, but faced a top Alpha. And a top Alpha entering his rut. I had no strength to fight back. Pheromone injection ended. Like a fish out of water, pupils dilated, body shaking, enduring the aftershocks brought by pheromones. Silas hugged from behind, kisses landing on my shoulder blades. I heard him say: “Elian, open your mouth to breathe.” I obediently opened my mouth, but didn’t expect a trap. … A top Alpha’s rut lasts seven days. These seven days I was flipped over and over. A Beta can’t retain pheromones. But couldn’t withstand the marking from inside out. When Silas’s rut ended, I returned to the human world, sleeping exhaustedly for a day and a half.

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After my adoptive parents died, I found their biological son rummaging through trash on a street corner. I snatched a moldy bun from his hand. “Idiot, you can’t eat that. It’s dirty.” Later, the idiot buried his face in my chest, and I grabbed a handful of his hair. “Stupid dog, you can’t eat that either.” 01 I found Silas in a small town down south. He was dressed in rags, curled up on a street corner, wolfing down a dirty, smelly bun. I walked over slowly and squatted beside him. Silas looked up warily, hiding the moldy bun behind his back, baring his teeth at me like a feral animal. I gave him a friendly smile, staring at his sharp, white canines. “Why are you acting like a stray dog?” Silas paused, stunned by my smile. I took the opportunity to snatch the sour bun from his hand and tossed it aside. “Idiot, you can’t eat that. It’s dirty.” Silas froze for a second. He looked at his empty hand, then at me, then at the bun on the ground in the distance. Just as he was about to bare his teeth again, I pulled out a fluffy, white steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. I had been watching Silas all afternoon. He dug through six trash cans and fought two stray dogs just for a single bite. I had sent someone to buy a whole bag of fresh buns. Prepared. Silas instantly behaved, holding the bun with both hands and gnawing on it intently. I took the chance to lead him away. It was a twenty-minute drive from the dump to the hotel. Silas ate seven buns. Every time he finished one, he’d stare at me with those puppy-dog eyes, looking like he was about to bark. I wasn’t trying to humiliate him. Silas really did act like a stray dog. Feeling mischievous, I took out another bun and waved it in front of his face. “Want it?” Silas stared at the bun, swallowing hard. His eyes lit up. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. I smiled, teasing him. “Call me brother. Call me brother, and I’ll give it to you.” Silas looked at me, then at the bun. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He was practically drooling. His mouth moved a few times, but no words came out. I guided him patiently. “Be good. Say brother.” Silas got anxious. From his throat came a loud, clear— “Woof!” ? What the f*ck! Is he actually a dog? Before I could recover from the shock, Silas lunged forward, snatched the bun from my hand, and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. Then he quickly scrambled to the other side of the car, keeping maximum distance, chewing laboriously while eyeing me warily. Looking at his 6’3″ frame trying to curl into a ball, I felt a mix of speechlessness and heartache. What kind of life had this guy been living? I finally mustered some pity. Seeing Silas choking on the dry bread, I reached out to pat his back. “Nobody’s taking it. Eat slowly.” Silas instantly turned vicious, staring at my hand, a threatening growl vibrating in his throat. As if he’d bite my fingers off if I got any closer. Fine. Eight buns wasted. So protective of his food. That’s not good. I withdrew my hand, tapping my fingers on my knee, looking down with a light smile. A little wild. Once I wash him clean, I’ll need to train him properly. 02 Washing him clean was a challenge in itself. Silas smelled… indescribable. And he refused to bathe. Once we got to the hotel suite, he huddled at the foot of the sofa, staring at me warily, maintaining a safe distance. I spent an hour trying to talk him into the bathroom. No luck. I couldn’t catch him, and I couldn’t beat him in a fight. After two hours of battling wits with Silas, I saw the mints on the nightstand. I grabbed one, unwrapped it, and quickly stuffed it into Silas’s mouth. The puppy didn’t even have time to bare his teeth. He froze for a full thirty seconds. He spit the candy into his palm, licked it tentatively, his eyes lit up, and he popped it back in. Even though I’m not a germaphobe, his lack of hygiene was testing me. I closed my eyes, chanting internally: He’s simple, he doesn’t know better, don’t be disgusted. Once I convinced myself, I opened my eyes and used the candy to lure Silas into the bathroom. Turns out, even though Silas is simple, he remembers some basics. He could brush his teeth and wash his face. He even lined up the toothbrush and folded the towel neatly when he was done. Someone must have taught him that. So bathing shouldn’t be an issue. I stripped him naked and threw him into the bathtub. I wanted to ruffle his hair, but it was too dirty, so I pulled my hand back. Save it for later. I unwrapped another candy and fed it to him. “Good boy, wash yourself. If you smell nice, brother will give you more candy.” Less than ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Silas walked out, soaking wet and stark naked. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. His proportions were insanely good. My eye twitched. I took a deep breath, chanting “lust is emptiness” three times before walking over to inspect the results. He was whiter, sure, but definitely not clean. He hadn’t even used shampoo. Overestimated him. I guess he only retained the very basics like face washing. I marched him back into the bathroom, pushed him into the tub, and resigned myself to washing him. Silas watched curiously as I scrubbed him down, surprisingly obedient. The more I scrubbed, the more jealous I got. How does a homeless guy have this much muscle definition? I ran my hands over his abs. He had two more packs than I did. No wonder he can eat so much. My gym membership is a scam. As I was washing him, a certain part of Silas that should have stayed down suddenly perked up, trembling. I stared at the offender in shock. “You…” How does a bath lead to this… Silas blinked his puppy eyes at me innocently and swallowed. Fine, don’t argue with a fool. I slapped the thing lightly. “Alright, I know you’re happy to see your brother, now stand down.” I looked up, teasing Silas. “Tell it to calm down.” Silas grunted at my slap, his eyes lighting up. He stared at my hand. After a moment, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his lower abdomen, his voice hoarse. “Hit.” “More.” “Hit.” I was paralyzed. What the hell? Did he enjoy getting hit? Silas whined impatiently, his breath hot. “Hurt. Hot.” “Hit it.” It’s over. My hands are tainted. I pulled my hand back, expressionless, and turned on the cold water, drenching Silas until he shivered. “Cool the f*ck down!” Silas wilted under the spray. “Woo…” 03 That night, Silas refused to sleep on the bed. He curled up on the rug beside my bed. He slept soundly. I couldn’t sleep, so I went to the balcony to smoke. Before I met Silas, I never imagined he’d be like this. Silas wasn’t born simple. He went missing at five. My adoptive parents spent their lives looking for him. Even after they adopted me, they never stopped searching. After Mom died of depression and Dad followed soon after, I searched for Silas alone for four years. Mom said Silas was smart as a whip. He talked early, loved picture books, learned everything instantly. But the Silas now… apart from barking and biting, he knew nothing. His behavior was like a wild animal. I didn’t know what Silas had been through, but I had just traced every scar on his body. Old wounds, new scars. He must have suffered a lot. I exhaled a puff of smoke, my chest tight. Being that simple, surviving alone for so long… it must have been hard. I turned around and ran right into a pair of bright, wide eyes. “Holy sh*t!” I nearly jumped out of my skin. Silas had woken up at some point and was standing silently behind me. I clutched my chest, still shaken. “Are you a ghost? You walk without sound!” Silas ignored me completely. He stared at the cigarette between my fingers, his gaze terrifyingly clear. Then, with lightning speed, he leaned in and snatched the lit cigarette from my hand with his mouth. I stood there, jaw dropped. When I reacted, I frantically tried to pry his mouth open. “That’s a cigarette butt! You can’t eat that! Spit it out!” Silas frowned from the burn but refused to let go. I forced his jaw open, threw the butt away, and probed his mouth with my fingers. “Where did it burn? Does it hurt?” Silas obediently opened his mouth, then curled his tongue around my finger and licked. He tasted it, then licked again. Apparently deciding it tasted good, he grabbed my hand and licked my palm vigorously. Saliva coated my hand. I shuddered, an itch running from my palm to my bones. I pulled my wet hand back and slapped the back of Silas’s head. “Are you a dog? Licking everything! Isn’t it dirty?!” Still angry, I slapped him again. “If you eat random crap again, I’ll beat you.” Silas tilted his head. “Woof!” “…” Great. After all that, he only understood the word “dog.” 04 The next afternoon, a well-fed and bored Silas started scratching at the door. First pounding, then kicking. Like a damn husky. I lost my patience, dragged him back, and put a random cartoon on the tablet for him. Silas settled down. Leaning against the bed, holding the tablet, watching intently. I sat in the chair, dealing with the backlog of work online. I was exhausted, so I fell asleep waiting for an email. I didn’t sleep well. I vaguely felt my chest itching and hurting. Groggily opening my eyes, I saw the reflection in the mirror across the room. A handsome man in an office chair, bathrobe wide open, a furry head buried in his chest. The handsome man was me. The head belonged to Silas, kneeling between my legs. Before I could process this shocking scene, a sharp pain hit my chest. I hissed. I grabbed Silas’s hair and yanked him back. “Sucking is one thing, but biting?!” I looked down. It was swollen! How long had he been at it?! Silas’s lips were glistening. He looked at me and said, “Candy.” He stared at my chest aggrievedly, reaching out to poke it. “Not candy.” I froze. I realized what he meant. He wasn’t trying to say “not candy.” He meant “not sweet.” Because before yesterday, he had never eaten anything sweet, so he didn’t know the word for that taste. I told him the gummies were “candy.” So to him, “candy” meant sweet. “Not candy” meant not sweet. I looked at my poor chest, tortured by Silas. Pink. Soft. It did look a lot like the strawberry gummy I gave him yesterday. Now that it was swollen and shiny from his attention… it looked even more like one. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “That’s not f*cking candy! Can that thing be sweet?!”

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My sexuality was accidentally exposed, and I overheard my roommate, the star high jumper Ethan, calling it “disgusting.” Because of him, the rest of the dorm isolated me. I’m petty, so I decided to get revenge. I pretended to be a cute girl online and catfished him. When the time was right, I sent him a photo revealing my true gender, expecting him to block me instantly. Instead, that night, he climbed into my bed, pinned me down, and whispered urgently: “Babe, let me touch.” Me: “…” 01 Ethan is a jock. He’s on the national track team for high jump. Recently, he sprained his ankle and has been recovering in the dorm. I took advantage of this downtime. Posing as a cute girl named “Annie,” I slid into his DMs and finally, after two months of grinding, made him my “boyfriend.” [Annie: Babe, I have dance practice now. See you tonight! Mwah!] [Sticker: Love You] I sent the message and walked into the dorm carrying takeout. As soon as I entered, I saw Ethan holding his phone, sending a voice note: “Okay, see you tonight, wifey.” His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a gentleness I never heard in real life. But then his thumb slipped. The next second, the phone in my hand vibrated and pinged simultaneously. Me: “…” Crap. I forgot to switch accounts. The guy across the room looked up. His sharp eyes swept over me, looking fierce. Luckily, he’s handsome, so “fierce” just looks “cool.” Ethan is 6’5″, all legs and muscle, with an imposing aura. I am 5’10” (on a good day), slim build. Standing next to him, the contrast is stark. His gaze landed squarely on my phone. I panicked, grabbing my phone and pretending to reply to a friend. I even faked a voice note: “Yeah, I’ll meet you after class.” In reality, I sent it to my main account. I sat at my desk, ignoring him. Our relationship was terrible anyway. But this guy has zero self-awareness: “Luca, grab me a water, thanks.” He can move, he just likes ordering me around because he knows I ignore him. Sadistic jerk. But cowed by his dominance, I stood up spinelessly. I poured him a glass of water. I hate my soft heart and my cowardice. He took the glass, staring straight at me: “You have plans this afternoon?” “Yeah.” I sat back down, acting cool, and stopped talking. Ethan’s gaze lingered on me strangely. It made me uncomfortable. I wanted to slam the table and yell: You have a girlfriend, stop looking at me, you cheater! Speaking of which, we’ve been chatting for over two months, but only made it official recently. After lunch, I climbed into bed for a nap. He didn’t make any noise, which was nice of him. After class in the afternoon, I received a message from Ethan. [Hubby: Babe, what are you doing?] [Hubby: Did you eat? I’ll order you food.] He sent a digital gift card too. I didn’t accept it. I smirked, sitting on the campus lawn. [Annie: Just got out of class~] [Annie: Haven’t eaten yet. Want to see Hubby’s abs to fill me up.] Two minutes later, a photo arrived. Tanned skin, clearly defined eight-pack glistening in the light. Under the sun, I bobbed my head, smug. Hmph! When Ethan finds out all his nudes were collected by a guy, he’ll probably cough up blood. He replied quickly: [I want yours too.] He often speaks in commands. At first, I hated it, thought he was pretentious. Later I realized that’s just his personality. With some guidance, he’s now calling me “wifey.” I had sent him leg photos before to flirt. He wanted to see me in a pretty dress. But Ethan is in the dorm all the time now. I can’t take photos. [Annie: Tomorrow, okay? I haven’t got a new dress yet. Sob sob~] [Hubby: I’ll buy it for you.] [Hubby: Same address?] I deliberately gave him the address of the university next door. It’s close, but we haven’t brought up meeting in person yet. Ethan isn’t deep enough in the trap. I need to work harder. Back when he told our roommates that liking men was “disgusting,” I held a grudge. I’m petty like that. 02 That night, our other two roommates were out for a game. In this dorm, I’m the outcast. Ethan’s casted leg was propped up on a stool. Legs for days. I sincerely admired them. “Back?” He looked at me with those fierce eyes, tone flat. I took off my T-shirt right in front of him, exposing my upper body. The more he hates men, the more I want to gross him out. “Yep.” I threw the shirt on my chair, grabbed clean clothes, and headed to the shower. As I walked past him, I felt his eyes on me. Or maybe it was an illusion. I didn’t care. I showered, came out in pajamas and boxers, humming a tune as I did laundry on the balcony. What I didn’t know was that Ethan leaned back, shifting his gaze to the balcony. His eyes landed on my legs. Straight, slender calves. Moving up, slightly pink knees. As I turned around after hanging the clothes, Ethan had already looked away. He has deep, defined features. A quintessential handsome jock, just very cold and unapproachable. I pouted. Just wait until I make you cry. Lying in bed with the curtains drawn, I started bombing him with messages. [Annie: Hubby, miss you! Tonight I want to sleep on your abs!] [Annie: Oops, typo. Sleep on your ab photos!] [Annie: Licking the screen tonight, slurp slurp—] He video called immediately. It was on silent, so I hung up. [Annie: Sob sob, roommates are here, can’t pick up babe~] [Hubby: The package arrives tomorrow.] Meaning he wants to see the leg pics tomorrow. I hmphed softly. I seriously suspect Ethan has a leg fetish. No, he’s just a perv. Lots of people like him, guys and girls. If I wasn’t bold enough, I might not have hooked him. It just proves that even handsome guys can’t resist temptation. Heh! Men. I thought for a moment, turned on my desk lamp, and pulled out a slip dress I had used before from my storage bin. I put it over my legs. I reached out a hand, slender and bony, and grabbed the fabric at my thigh, then released it. I added a filter to the three-second video and sent it. [Annie: What do I do? My hand is out of control, wants to grab Hubby’s ab~s~] “F*ck!” I heard a low growl from Ethan’s bed. I was overjoyed. I collapsed on my bed laughing. To keep quiet, my legs, wrapped in the dress, kicked in the air like a fish out of water. The next day, I picked up the package from the neighboring university. I was sweating, so I rented a cheap hourly hotel room. I opened the box. Wow. It was a milky white, tiered princess dress. Hemline above the knee. It had a slight sheen, good quality. Would I actually look like a princess in this? I laughed at myself. But I have to say, the size was a tight fit. I almost couldn’t zip it up. My waist looked snatched. Snatched? I could barely breathe. Someone knocked. I opened the door. It was my friend, Sarah. Seeing me, she gasped. “Holy sh*t…” “Cut the crap, take photos.” She brought a wig. I let her put it on me and do some light makeup. Back view, side profile, body shots. With some editing, a long-haired beauty appeared. Even my mom wouldn’t recognize me. Sarah was drooling. “Boohoo, Luca, you’re too beautiful.” I waved my hand. “Average, average. Come on, Daddy will take some pics of you.” I took some nice shots of Sarah too. 03 I changed back into my clothes in the bathroom and took a deep breath. Almost suffocated. When I came out, Sarah was checking the price of the dress online. “Damn, your ‘hubby’ is rich. This dress is over two grand.” “What?” I was shocked. “This thing?” Suddenly the dress seemed less average. I planned to sell it later, but now I was worried about legal issues if we broke up badly. I packed it back into the box. Tag still on. If things go south, I’ll mail it back to him. Avoid exposing my identity during a dispute. I sent the edited photos to Ethan. He was probably busy and didn’t reply immediately. Sarah and I went to the food court for corn dogs. My phone vibrated. Sarah peeked. “Wifey is so beautiful… Ew~ I can’t imagine the department heartthrob saying that. Luca, make him send a voice note.” Me: “…” I hmphed but complied. [Annie: Want to hear Hubby’s voice. So sexy, listen to it 300 times on loop~] My flirting skills are top tier. No wonder I caught him. Hehe. He replied quickly with a voice note: “Wifey looks very good.” Five words, slightly cold. But Ethan’s voice is magnetic. Better than the ASMR Sarah listens to. She had stars in her eyes. “Oh my god, he called you wifey. So smooth. Sweeter than a caramel latte.” Speaking of smells… “Smells like stinky tofu,” I said. We bought some. We finished eating and parted ways. Sarah actually attends the neighboring uni. Ethan is famous. Even people at her school know him. Many girls come to our games just to see him. His teammates were devastated when he got injured; they lost their female audience. Back in the dorm, Ethan was there. Isn’t he local? Why not go home to recover instead of being an eyesore here? Annoying! I only dared to roast him internally. He messaged me asking to bring food. I obediently took the long way to buy his favorite meal. I put the food on his desk. “Here. Ninety-five.” Ethan’s gaze swept over my hand subtly. He picked up his phone. “Thanks. Sent.” I checked. He sent a hundred. He always rounds up. I’ll just keep the change. Not my loss. 04 I went back to my desk. He saw the box on my chair. “What did you buy?” I lied without blinking. “Shoes.” Ethan frowned slightly, looking at the box again. My heart skipped a beat. I kicked the box under the desk. It’s just a plain cardboard box, right? The logo is tiny. He bought it online; he shouldn’t know what the shipping box looks like. I calmed down. This is what happens when you do bad things; you get paranoid. I really regretted it sometimes. I remembered the day I overheard them. The door wasn’t fully closed. “Sht, he… likes men? Sht, hope he doesn’t look at me.” I rolled my eyes outside. Look in a mirror, I have standards. Then another roommate: “Nah, heard Luca has someone he likes.” Then, that voice I thought was so nice said coldly: “Disgusting.” Crack. My filter for Ethan shattered. I wanted to burst in, but I chickened out and sat on the lawn for ten minutes feeling sad. I thought we were okay. Not friends, but civil. I didn’t know he was like that. From then on, the other two avoided me but sucked up to Ethan. I blamed him for everything. So I decided to gross him out. Now, there’s no turning back. Not only did I not reflect on my actions, I felt I was losing out. Emotional labor is exhausting. I picked up my phone, switched to the alt account. [Annie: Hubby, show me your… you know.] I sent it, then panicked and recalled the message immediately. Ahhh! Too far! My face burned red. I slammed the phone face down. I peeked at the handsome guy next door. He was staring at his screen, brows furrowed, expression subtle. Did he see it? He didn’t reply. Probably ignored it. I’m used to it. Being a lick-dog for revenge is a losing business. Never again.

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My childhood nemesis got dumped by my best friend. So, he sent his hot billionaire friend to seduce me as revenge. Later, a chat log between the two heartthrobs of A-University was leaked: [Ethan (The Billionaire Friend): Bro, what if we just go kneel outside their apartment building together?] [Liam (The Nemesis): Genius plan, bro. They’ll definitely soften up.] The student body: “Count us in for the show.” 1 Liam. The campus heartthrob of A-University. He is my childhood friend and mortal enemy. I’ve battled him since we were in diapers. I studied The Art of War just to deal with him. Although he always manages to counter my moves, this time, he’s truly stuck. Because he fell in love with my best friend. Right now, my bestie, Chloe, is frowning at her phone, replying to her suitor’s messages. Among them, a nickname “A-Uni Liam 18” doesn’t look particularly noteworthy. But I was curious: “Isn’t Liam 19?” Chloe gently tucked my hair behind my ear. She patted my cheek: “Babe, who said that’s his age?” Oh. I get it. The next second, a voice message from Liam popped up on Chloe’s phone. “Babe, do you want boba tea? I’ll order it for you.” I wanted to vomit. Liam used to have a tongue so sharp it could cut glass. Now he sounds like he’s drowning in syrup. I hugged Chloe and whined: “Don’t actually fall for him!” Chloe smelled amazing, but her tone was icy. “Relax. I’m dumping him right now. His hardware is decent—handsome, tall, eight-pack abs, rich, good grades… and he’s quite pink down there…” Chloe’s throat bobbed as she spoke. My face scrunched up. I’m really gonna barf. Seeing my expression, Chloe coughed twice and said righteously: “But for you, I definitely won’t be with him.” Good. Chloe replied effortlessly. “Sorry, Liam. I already have a crush.” The “A-Uni Liam 18” at the top of the chat switched to “typing…” repeatedly. A minute later. His voice sounded weak. “Then what does your crush like to drink?” 2 I laughed maniacally. Liam has officially become a simp! The next second, I hugged Chloe and kissed her on the cheek. Snapped a photo. Unblocked Liam from my blacklist. Sent it to him. “Can you stop bothering my wife?” Immediately, Liam video called. I picked up. “Who is Chloe to you?” His tone was icy. “Didn’t I tell you? She’s my wife. By the way, I like Taro Boba with extra pearls.” Liam took two deep breaths. “Serena! Don’t I know if you like men or women?” Before I could speak, Liam started firing shots like a machine gun. “At three, you liked the boy next door, beat him up in two seconds because he said he didn’t like you.” “In elementary school, you liked the class monitor whose AIM username was ‘3’, so you changed yours to ’33 I Love You’.” “In middle school, you fell for a hearing-impaired guy. After you confessed, he was signing so fast he looked like he was casting a spell. You laughed and said he became cheerful after falling for you. You dated him passionately for a month until I learned sign language and told you he was rejecting you in new ways every day.” “High school, you spent $10,000 on in-game purchases for an online boyfriend, ran out of money, and asked me for a loan…” Speaking of that makes me angry! “You didn’t lend it to me!” Liam laughed: “Not only did I not lend it, I reported you to your mom~” My face twisted in rage. “High level tactics! I’m just finding this out now!” “Hehe.” “Fine.” Let’s hurt each other. “Actually, Chloe is my best friend, and I told her to approach you. But now that she’s had her way with your body, she decided to dump you.” I released the ultimate weapon: “Also, she said you were underwhelming~” Liam sounded like he was about to cry. “She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone about those few seconds!!” “……………………” Amidst my hysterical laughter, he hung up. Chloe looked at me, gasping for air. She shrugged helplessly: “He said that himself. But honestly, his performance was actually…” Under my glare, Chloe quickly corrected herself. “Just average.” 3 I pissed Liam off big time today. Back in the dorm, I was ready for a beauty sleep. But my roommate was shaking the bed laughing while scrolling through TikTok. I interrupted helplessly: “What’s so funny?” My roommate showed me her phone, shoulders trembling. “The heartthrob from the university next door, Liam, is heartbroken. Someone filmed him crying and posted it. The likes are exploding.” Back then, Liam and I had similar SAT scores. Our parents got together to discuss colleges. In the city, A-University and B-University were both top tier. The parents were thrilled. They looked at us with benevolent smiles. “How about you both apply to A-Uni? You can look out for each other.” We sat primly on the sofa. Liam, polite and restrained: “Okay, Auntie.” Me, gentle and introverted: “That’s great, Uncle.” Back in his bedroom, we rolled our eyes at each other. After a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Liam applied to A-Uni. I applied to B-Uni. 4 Now. I watched the video. It was obviously filmed secretly. The protagonist was Liam. The man opposite him only showed his back. But you could tell he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. They were likely at a BBQ stand outside the campus. Empty beer bottles surrounded them. Liam was teary-eyed, nose red, radiating pure heartbreak energy. “I hate her, bro. Seriously, I hate her.” His friend asked nonchalantly: “You done simping?” Liam shook his head: “I’m not talking about my goddess. I’m talking about my nemesis. I grew up with her, and my hatred for her only grows.” His friend sounded interested. “Is it the one you grew up with? What heinous crime did she commit?” Liam listed my crimes. “At one, she knocked over my formula.” “At three, she took the kids to blow up cow dung with firecrackers and splashed me all over!” His friend tsked: “Too messy. Why didn’t you stand further away?” Liam chugged a beer, eyes blazing: “She scammed me out of so much money!!” His friend laughed hard. “And now, she sent someone to scam my feelings and my eight-pack body…” He got sadder as he spoke. His friend refilled his glass. I couldn’t help but look at that man’s hand. Pale skin, distinct knuckles, and most importantly—pink knuckles. I have a hand fetish. But the video ended abruptly. I checked the comments. “What is the heartthrob selling? Drop the link.” “A man’s tears are truly a woman’s aphrodisiac.” “Which sister performed a miracle?” “Can I get the heartthrob’s WeChat?” “To the person above, what use is his WeChat to you?” The comments were wild. Chloe was going crazy too. “Liam crying actually hits different. Sister, I might have to betray you for a second.” I tried to stop her. “I just bought a new whip. Hehe.” “……………………”

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I used my entire year-end bonus to treat my whole family to a ten-day trip to Iceland. The night before we were set to leave, my younger brother suddenly said to me: “Sarah, my girlfriend says it’s inappropriate for you to go on a trip with me. No boundaries.” “So… maybe you shouldn’t come.” I went to my parents, hoping they would speak some sense into him. Instead, they told me to give up my spot to my future sister-in-law for the sake of my brother’s marriage prospects. I smiled and agreed, happily seeing them off at the airport. Then, I immediately called the travel agency and canceled all the bookings and return flights. Later, lying in my newly bought condo, blasting the AC and eating ice cream in my camisole, I couldn’t help but wonder. With empty pockets and no heavy winter coats… How much fun were they having in Reykjavik, where the temperature just dropped to -22°F? 1 The night before our departure, my brother, Kevin, suddenly dropped a bomb. “Sis, don’t you think it’s a bit inconsiderate for the four of us to go on this trip without thinking about my girlfriend’s feelings?” Kevin’s new girlfriend, Bella, was arrogant and rude. I always felt she had it out for me. But to save Kevin from embarrassment, I kept my tone light. “It was an oversight. Next time we’ll invite her, and I’ll cover the cost!” Kevin’s brows furrowed even tighter. After hesitating for ages, he spoke again. “Sis, what I mean is… maybe you shouldn’t go this time?” He looked dead serious. Not joking. I was baffled. “We’ve been planning this trip for a whole year. You’re going to cancel it just because she’s unhappy?” “Just because she’s upset, the whole family stays home?” Kevin let out a long sigh, as if he’d finally made a tough decision. He enunciated every word. “Sis, the family isn’t staying home. Just you.” “Give your spot to Bella.” “You have money anyway. Just go next year!” “Or, you know, book yourself another tour!” 2 I couldn’t believe these words were coming out of my own brother’s mouth. Seeing me stunned, he continued. “Sis, you can’t blame me!” “Bella says traveling is a very intimate thing!” “We’re opposite genders. It shows a lack of boundaries!” “I thought about it, and she has a point.” “We’re both in our twenties! Traveling together, eating and living together 24/7!” “It’s easy for people to misunderstand! It makes you look… loose!” “I don’t want to upset Bella, and I don’t want to ruin your reputation!” I kicked over the suitcase I had just packed and pointed a shaking finger at him. “Kevin, we are siblings! From the same mother! What boundaries are you talking about?” “You live in the house I bought every single day. Why didn’t you talk about boundaries then?” “Why didn’t you move out to keep your distance?” “Misunderstand? What kind of brain-dead moron would misunderstand?” “Only your brain-dead girlfriend has such a dirty mind to think of something so disgusting!” Hearing me insult his girlfriend, Kevin, who was usually a pushover, flared up. “Sarah, I won’t let you talk about Bella like that! Don’t make me turn on you!” He started muttering nasty things under his breath. “You’re this old and still single. Can’t blame people for thinking weird things!” “If you had a boyfriend, the six of us could go, and there wouldn’t be any issues!” No matter how good my temper was, I couldn’t hold back the rage burning in my chest. “Kevin, I’m your sister!” “It’s not that I haven’t had boyfriends. But they dumped me because I was too busy taking care of you!” “And now you’re siding with an outsider to insult me? Are you even a man?” Just then, the noise woke up my dad. He pushed open his door. “What are you two arguing about?” “Go to sleep. We leave early tomorrow.” Full of grievances, I explained everything, hoping my dad would be the voice of reason. 3 To my shock, Dad pondered for a moment and said slowly: “There’s actually some logic to it. Daughters should avoid fathers and brothers when they grow up. Your brother’s marriage is the priority!” “Why don’t you just make a sacrifice? Give your spot to your future sister-in-law.” “It’s a good chance for our family to bond with her.” My eyes widened, voice trembling. “Dad, I know you’ve always favored Kevin.” “But this is bullying!” “I paid for this trip! I invited you!” “And now I’m the one getting kicked out for a stranger?” “Aren’t you afraid people will laugh at us if word gets out?” I rarely talked back to Dad. He was stunned for a moment before reacting. “Watch your mouth! What stranger?” “She’s going to marry into the family. She’s one of us!” “Do you know how hard it is to find a wife these days? Your brother doesn’t have a degree or a great job.” “Bella is pretty, has a good job, and comes from a good family.” “If a girl like that wants your brother, we should be thanking our lucky stars!” I laughed in anger. “So because he’s incompetent, I have to pay for it?” “I paid the money. Why can’t I go?” Dad slammed his water cup on the table, splashing tea everywhere. “Money, money, money! That’s all you talk about!” “So you make a few bucks? Think you run this house now?” “If it’s just about money, tell me how much the trip cost. I’ll pay you back!” 4 I pulled out all the receipts and opened the calculator app. “$12,500 total! I’ll knock off the extra. Just give me $12,000!” Dad snatched the receipts, checking them over and over, muttering. “This expensive? You trying to scam me?” At this point, he still suspected me of faking the accounts. I smiled bitterly, tired of arguing. “I booked the best tour so you guys would be comfortable. Of course it’s expensive.” “If you’re done checking, Venmo me.” Kevin sneered from the side. “Sis, you’re so petty.” “It’s just a little money, and you’re asking Dad for it? The family raised you for nothing!” I pulled up my QR code and shoved it in his face. “If you’re so filial, why don’t you pay the $12k for Dad?” Just then, Mom walked out of the bedroom, wiping tears. “Kevin, that’s too much! I heard everything. How can you treat your sister like that?” “That girl hasn’t even married in yet, and she’s making you bully your family!” “If she actually marries you, what then?” She turned to Dad, disappointment written all over her face. “You’ve always favored the boy. I know your family is old-fashioned.” “But you can’t bully your daughter like this against your conscience!” In this house, only Mom would stand up for me at times like this. Tears welled up in my eyes instantly. Dad and Kevin looked down, silent, clearly in a silent standoff with Mom. Mom grabbed my hand, sobbing, and whispered: “Sarah, I’ll pay. Mom won’t let you suffer this injustice!” She started taking off the gold bracelet I bought her for her birthday last year. “Gold prices are up. I’ll sell this!” “And with my savings, it should be enough!” “Don’t be mad at your dad and brother. Those two… they’re hopeless.” “It’s Mom’s fault. I can’t protect you…” Her tears fell onto my hand. The anger in my heart softened instantly. “Forget it!” I sniffled, voice hoarse. “You guys go. I’ll pay!” I knew clearly that if I refused to compromise, Mom would suffer the most between Dad and Kevin. Plus, canceling now would just mean losing more money. The cancellation fees alone would cost as much as two tickets. Whatever. The Blue Lagoon, the Northern Lights… Those dreams would have to wait. After this scene, I truly had zero desire to travel with them. I turned to go to my room. Kevin called out suddenly: “Sis…” I stopped, thinking he was going to apologize. I was about to say “Don’t bother.” Instead, he said: “Remember to call the agency and change the name on the booking to Bella.” I was truly delusional to expect better. I laughed bitterly and went into my room. In Kevin and Dad’s eyes, was an outsider really more important than their own flesh and blood? At least I still had Mom. At least someone loved me. I picked up the iPad, wanting to look at the itinerary one last time. I had spent countless nights planning this trip. When the screen lit up, I realized Mom’s WeChat was still logged in. She must have forgotten to log out. I was about to log out for her when a group chat name caught my eye.

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