Author: Momo Chan

One hour before my abortion appointment, I was doom-scrolling when I hit a thread on a popular forum. [What does a “Main Character” life actually look like?] The top comment had thousands of upvotes. Anonymous User: Oh, I win this one. I’m the “fake heiress” everyone loves. Not only did I enjoy eighteen years of luxury meant for that idiot “real daughter,” but I also took her husband. He was practically begging for me, even though she picked up my leftovers. When she finally came back to the family, I faked a depression spiral. My parents didn’t want to “trigger” me, so she’s not even in the family trust. To the public, she’s just a goddaughter. She worked her ass off to become VP, but I just whined “I want that,” and her husband—who was the biggest client—made her life hell until she quit. Mom and Dad handed the job to me the next day. The best part? The night before their wedding, I texted him saying I was “lonely.” We christened her new marital bed before she ever did. Every word dripped with arrogance. The comments were tearing her apart, but she just doubled down, posting a photo of plane tickets with the names blurred out. Anonymous User: Just because I said I didn’t want her ruining her body with a kid, her husband forced her to get an abortion. The funniest part? She’s sitting outside the OR all alone right now. Her parents and her husband are on a flight to Miami with me to help me “decompress.” I was born lucky. She can’t compete. I stared at the photo on my screen. It was identical to the one Bella Sterling had just posted on her Instagram story. I looked around the empty hospital corridor. Just me. Turns out, the idiot in the story is me. Chapter 1 Facing the internet’s rage, Bella didn’t feel shame. She felt empowered. Anonymous User: Hate all you want. The madder you get, the more it proves how much they love me. I’m Daddy’s little girl, and I’m her husband’s soulmate. She attached another photo. A slender hand, the ring finger adorned with a diamond ring. I knew that design. It was the exact match to the one my husband, Gavin, used to wear every day. Her reply popped up, soaking in the attention: Anonymous User: See this? I told him, “Touching me while wearing another woman’s ring is gross.” He threw their cheap wedding bands in the trash. This one? We picked it out together. Custom engraved. In this world, the one who isn’t loved is the mistress. I’m the real wife. A chill spread from my chest to my fingertips as I stared at that ring. A memory from three years ago stabbed me. I had noticed Gavin’s wedding band was missing. He frantically turned his pockets inside out, looking devastated. He hugged me, burying his face in my neck. “Elara, I think I lost it on the business trip. I’m such an idiot. Punish me, seriously. I deserve it.” I trusted him. God, I trusted him so much. A week later, he was wearing a new, unfamiliar ring. “Where did that come from?” I had asked. He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “I tried on a sample at the office and it got stuck. If you hate it, honey, I’ll chop my finger off to remove it. Okay?” My heart softened. “Don’t say that… keep it. It actually looks good on you.” It wasn’t a sample. It was their “couple’s ring.” My discarded wedding band, and the unformed life in my womb, were just speed bumps on their road to “true love.” The comment section was on fire. User123: Someone find the real sister! Run, girl, run! PizzaRat: This is vile. Sending hugs to the real daughter, wherever she is. Tears slid down my face as I signed the consent forms. Gavin didn’t deserve a child with me. Walking out of the operating room, the hollow ache in my body was so heavy I had to lean against the wall to walk. My phone buzzed. It was Gavin. “Babe, did you do it?” “We only need Leo. Having another one would just make him jealous. You have to do this for our son.” Chapter 2 “Babe? Can you hear me?” Gavin’s voice came through the receiver, hushed and urgent. “I can hear you,” I whispered. A sharp cramp twisted in my lower abdomen. I bent over, pressing my arm against my stomach. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the shredding of my heart. “So… is it done?” he asked, the urgency naked in his voice. I bit my lip to stop a sob, tasting iron. “It’s done.” I heard his sigh of relief loud and clear. He even let out a small chuckle. “Good girl,” he said, his voice dropping back into that practiced, coaxing tone he used to manipulate me. “When I get back from the trip, I’ll bring you a present.” I forced a silent, mocking smile. Misinterpreting my silence as anger over him missing the appointment, he rushed on. “Aww, babe, you worked so hard. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Massage, dinner, whatever you want.” His patience lasted less than two seconds. “Look, I gotta hop into a meeting. You’re the best. Bye.” Click. After that call, Gavin vanished. For three whole days, radio silence. In the past, I would have made excuses for him. He’s so busy. He’s building our future. I would have sent text messages reminding him to eat, playing the role of the devoted wife. Now, it felt like a joke. He wasn’t busy. He had just successfully disposed of a “problem” and was busy celebrating with the love of his life. Three days later, I was in the living room helping our son, Leo, build a Lego castle. Gavin breezed through the door, dragging a suitcase. He hugged Leo, handing him a limited-edition set the kid had been begging for. “Leo, buddy, go play in your room. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy.” He turned to me, his eyes dark with implied intimacy. Normally, that look would make my heart flutter. Now, I just wanted to vomit. Gavin wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling my neck. “Babe, still mad? I know I’m a jerk. I wasn’t there when you needed me. I promise, never again.” I pulled away, turning to face him. “Gavin, count how many times you’ve promised that this month.” His smile faltered. “The 8th. Our anniversary. You said we’d do dinner. One phone call and you vanished for two days.” “Last week. I was sick. You said you’d drive me to urgent care. You dumped me on the curb halfway there.” “And now the abortion…” Listing them out, I realized how pathetic his lies were. He wasn’t a good liar; I had just been blind. A flash of annoyance crossed his face, quickly replaced by a helpless grin. “Babe, don’t keep score. I’m working for this family.” He pulled a velvet box from his pocket. “Look. An apology gift. Let me put it on you…” I sidestepped him. His hand froze in mid-air. “I just had surgery,” I said coldly. “I need to rest. Sleep in the guest room.” I walked upstairs, leaving him standing there, stunned. In the bedroom, my phone buzzed. A notification from the forum. Bella had posted a new photo. When I saw what it was, rage made my hands shake so hard I nearly dropped the phone. Chapter 3 The update was a picture of a dog. A Golden Retriever wearing a diamond necklace. Below it was Bella’s caption: Anonymous User: The idiot is throwing a tantrum. Ugh. I generously gave my dog, Buster’s, old collar to her husband to use as a peace offering. I wonder if she cried tears of joy when she got her ‘gift’? I stared at the screen. The necklace around the dog’s neck was identical to the one Gavin had just tried to put on me. Eight years of marriage. In his eyes, I was worth less than her dog. The crushing disappointment gave way to a cold, clarifying anger. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and let the ice settle in my veins. The door creaked open. “Babe, come on, don’t be like that. I really know I messed up.” Gavin walked in, grinning like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He held out a pink index card. “Look! A ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card. Good for one forgiveness. Please?” I took the card. The edges were yellowed. The date written on it was from ten years ago. We didn’t even know each other ten years ago. The little heart drawn at the bottom had Bella’s signature swirl. The last ember of love in my chest turned to ash. “Get out,” I said, my voice raspy. “I don’t want to see you.” He frowned, his patience snapping. “Elara, enough is enough. You keep dragging this out, it’s going to get annoying.” He slammed the door and left. I held the card between my fingers. It was cold. My phone rang. It was my mother. “Elara! Grow up,” she snapped the moment I picked up. “Gavin marrying you was already a charity case. Why are you acting out? He works so hard, can’t you be considerate for once?” “Mom,” I interrupted, my voice flat. “I had an abortion.” Silence on the other end. Then, a sigh. “It’s not the end of the world. Gavin is doing what’s best for Leo.” “I called you ten times,” I said. “Gavin was on a ‘business trip.’ What about you? What were you doing that was so important?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I hung up. Texts from mutual friends started flooding in. “Couples fight, it’s normal.” “Gavin loves you so much.” “Look at his Facebook, he’s so sweet.” I opened Gavin’s Facebook. Status update, ten minutes ago: Gavin: Kicked out of the bedroom by the wifey. Guess the gift is keeping me company tonight. Attached was a photo of the necklace. Comments were praising him as a “Wife Guy.” He replied to one: Gavin: Anything for her. Tomorrow is the auction. I’m going to bid on that vintage sapphire choker she wants. Maybe that will get me back in the master bedroom… Lies. I hate sapphires. Bella is the one obsessed with vintage jewelry. I took a screenshot of his post. Then I took a screenshot of the dog collar post. I stitched them together side-by-side. Bella’s thread updated again: Anonymous User: The idiot seems actually mad this time. Whatever. I told Mom to organize a family dinner to put her in her place. She’s forgetting who the favorite is. Someone commented: If you hate her so much and your family is rich, why not just kick her out? Bella replied instantly: Anonymous User: Oh, she’ll get kicked out eventually. But not yet. She’s still useful. I haven’t even used my trump card. Thinking about the look on her face when she finds out the truth… god, it makes me shiver with excitement. “Trump card”? I stared at those words. A strange, intuitive dread crawled up my spine. My phone buzzed again. A text from Mom. Family dinner tonight. Be there. I stared at the screen. “Okay.” I was actually very interested in knowing what Bella’s “trump card” was. Chapter 4 I picked up Leo from school and drove straight to the Sterling Estate. Pulling into the driveway, I saw a small figure huddled on the front steps. It was Bella’s son, Caleb. He was wearing clothes that were too small and washed out. He was just sitting there, staring at the gravel. Based on the timeline… But Bella was clearly unfit to be a mother. Whatever beef I had with her, the kid was innocent. I walked over, holding Leo’s hand. “Why aren’t you inside, Caleb? It’s cold. Auntie brought some cookies, do you want one?” Caleb looked up. His eyes, shaped exactly like Gavin’s, were full of a sadness no seven-year-old should have. He whispered, “Mom said I can’t go in… She’ll be mad.” I offered him a cookie. Just as he reached for it, Bella burst out the front door and slapped his hand. The cookie crumbled into the dirt. “Did I say you could eat? You begging little rat! Do you need another timeout?” Her voice was a shrill weapon. Caleb flinched, curling into a ball like he expected a blow. “Mommy, I’m scared…” Leo grabbed my leg. Bella’s face flipped instantly. She beamed, crouching down to hug Leo. “Oh, Leo, sweetie! Auntie isn’t yelling at you. Auntie bought you the new PS5 game! Come on, let’s go play.” She scooped Leo up and marched inside, shooting me a smug, victorious look over her shoulder. A thought flashed through my brain. A suspicion. Before I could grasp it, Gavin’s voice boomed behind me. “Babe! I knew you’d come.” He sounded cheerful, completely ignoring the tension. He walked up, holding a velvet box. “Look. The sapphire choker. I won the bid! Do you love it?” I looked at him dead in the eyes. “No. I’ve never liked sapphires.” I ignored his shock and gently took Caleb’s freezing hand. “Come inside with Auntie.” Inside the living room, Bella called out to Gavin. “Gavin! Come help! Leo is too strong for me!” She was hiding behind Gavin, giggling, while Leo chased them with a foam dart gun. Gavin was laughing, protecting her, his expensive shirt getting wrinkled. They looked like a perfect, happy family. I sat on the sofa, watching Caleb. He was picking at his cuticles, stealing glances at the happy trio with eyes full of hunger and envy. The suspicion that had flashed earlier returned, this time as a screaming siren in my head. Panic seized my chest for a second. I pulled out my phone and switched to the burner account I had created. I opened a DM with Bella’s anonymous account. Burner: Hey girl. Saw your post. We are living the same life. But I was smarter than you. I switched the babies at birth. Burner: Let her be the “real heiress.” Who cares? In the end, the inheritance, the husband… it all goes to my biological son, who she’s raising. Burner: Just a tip: You gotta give the husband some sugar occasionally. My “simp” was getting restless. Also… make sure the kid knows who his real mom is. Send. Across the room, Bella’s phone lit up on the coffee table. She glanced at it. Her smug smile faltered, then her lips pressed into a thin white line. A moment later, my burner account got a reply. I read it, and my vision went black for a second. The rage was almost blinding.

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On my eighteenth birthday, I wasn’t blowing out candles. I was being arrested for aggravated assault. No matter how hard I tried to prove my innocence, it was useless. The star witness against me was my own brother. “Ava, you have a severe sleepwalking condition. You just didn’t know about it!” “But this time you hurt Chloe. I can’t cover for you anymore!” Just like that, I was thrown into prison with a five-year sentence. Fast forward to one week before my release. I was getting beaten into the concrete floor by the cell block boss again. During the beating, my nose started bleeding uncontrollably, and I passed out. I was rushed to the infirmary. In a haze, I heard the correctional officers talking outside. “Man, that rich kid Ethan is cold-blooded. Framing his own sister just to help his adopted one get ahead.” “Keep it down! Take that to the grave. We don’t know anything.” I opened my eyes, clutching the diagnosis paper for acute leukemia in my hand, and suddenly laughed. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Ethan, I’m finally doing what you wanted. I’m really going to die. The prison doctor looked at me, terrified as I laughed and cried at the same time. He sighed, trying to comfort me. “Don’t be too pessimistic. If we can find a matching bone marrow donor, the five-year survival rate is still decent.” He walked around to my side, and I felt a sharp sting in my hand. “This IV might burn a little. Just bear with it.” I looked down blankly. Pain? I didn’t feel it. Compared to five years of unanswered prayers and hopeless torment, what was a little needle prick? The doctor asked me again. “Do you have family? You can ask them to come in for testing. Siblings usually have the best…” “No.” I cut him off, my voice flat, though my heart throbbed with a dull ache. “I don’t have family.” I paused, my throat dry and scratchy. “I’m an orphan.” I finally realized it. From the beginning to the end, I had always been like an orphan. No one loved me. The doctor froze. Another heavy sigh. He opened the door, and two guards walked in. They exchanged a look with the doctor, hesitating. They pitied me. But they had no choice. Ethan, the heir to the Pierce family fortune, had given instructions. They had to follow them. “Finish the IV and head back. You have one month left on your sentence.” It was evening when I returned to the cell. The other inmates were already asleep. I dragged my exhausted body inside and accidentally bumped into the boss’s bunk. Screeech. A loud, jarring noise. “You looking to die?! Watch where you’re walking!” She flipped out of bed and kicked me square in the lower back, eyes full of malice. “Five years, Ava. You really have nine lives, don’t you?” Big Red was serving a life sentence. Seeing someone like me, who was about to taste freedom in a month, only made her hate me more. Fists rained down on me like hail. I curled up on the floor, covering my head with my hands, silently taking it. “Hey! Knock it off!” A guard banged his baton on the bars. “Quiet down! Or you’re all going to solitary!” Big Red stopped and spat on me. “Pfft! I got a whole month left to mess you up!” I lay on the cold floor. The chemotherapy drugs made me weak, draining every ounce of strength from my body. I could only curl up like a turtle, using my shell for protection. Pathetic. Absurd. I stumbled back to my bunk and pulled the thin blanket over my head. After a long while, a small sob escaped my lips. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Thinking about what the guards said, I felt a wave of desolation. The prison sentence, the suffering, the torture. It was all because of one thing Ethan had said: Chloe just got here. Ava, you’re the big sister now. You need to be more understanding. Six years ago, when Ethan first adopted Chloe, an orphan girl, I truly treated her like a sister. But over the next year, I realized my brother had changed. At the dinner table, my favorite dishes disappeared. They were replaced by the seafood feasts Chloe loved. He forgot I was severely allergic to seafood. So allergic that when I was a kid, a single bite of abalone almost killed me. I still remember that day. Ethan was so frantic he wanted to beat himself up. “I’m sorry, Ava. I didn’t know. I’ll remember from now on. I promise.” But after Chloe arrived, all he said was: “If you don’t want to eat, leave the table. Stop being dramatic!” From then on, I sat alone on the edge of the sofa while they cuddled together, a happy family of two. At school, Ethan stopped coming to my parent-teacher conferences. Instead, he canceled important meetings to attend Chloe’s. Gradually, I lost my brother. I lost the brother who once said he would spend his whole life protecting me… Chapter 1 After crying myself into a fitful sleep, I was woken by a guard banging on the bars. He looked at me. “Inmate 1745. Your parole paperwork went through. You’re released today.” I froze. It felt like a joke. Walking out of those iron gates, looking up at a sky that wasn’t cut into squares by bars, felt like stepping into another life. “Ava.” A familiar figure walked toward me. I looked up, my gaze hardening. It was my brother. He walked over, looking as dashing and pristine as ever. Standing next to me, in my ragged state, the contrast was jarring. “You’re out. I came to pick you up.” I stared at him for two seconds. He felt like a stranger. He looked away, guilt flashing in his eyes before he could hide it. I saw it clearly. “Ethan, I don’t have a sleepwalking disorder, right? And I never hurt Chloe.” His face stiffened. I kept going. “Everything was just a way for you to protect Chloe. But I don’t understand. I never hurt her.” “What could possibly make you do something so cruel to me?” He stopped walking, lips pressed into a thin line, afraid to meet my eyes. I forced a smile and continued. “Also, I’m sick.” He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes full of impatience. “Ava, you just got out and you’re already starting drama?” “First you question the sleepwalking, now you’re sick? What’s next? You’re going to say you were framed and now you’re dying?” I opened my mouth to say yes. But his sharp, disgusted glare shoved the words back down my throat. He suppressed his temper. He led me toward the car. “Wait.” I reached for the front passenger door, but he stopped me. He pursed his lips. “The front seat is Chloe’s spot. You sit in the back.” My throat clicked as I swallowed. I laughed at myself. “So now, in your heart, is Chloe your only sister?” He frowned, correcting me. “It’s Chloe Pierce now. I’ve added her to our family registry. She’s your sister too.” He didn’t deny it… On the way home, I felt a warm liquid rush from my nose. I quickly tilted my head back. But the blood still dripped out. “What’s wrong?” Ethan frowned, watching me in the rearview mirror as he handed back a tissue. I endured the bone-deep ache radiating through my body. “Just stress. It’s nothing.” He nodded and didn’t ask again. Returning to the home I hadn’t seen in five years felt surreal. “Ava!” A girl fluttered toward me like a social butterfly. “You’re finally back! I missed you so much.” I looked at her, and a wave of inferiority washed over me. In five years, I had gone from confident to cowardly, while she showed no trace of the timid girl she used to be. I brushed her hand away. “We aren’t that close. Cut the act.” Chloe froze, looking wronged. Ethan’s face darkened instantly. He stepped forward to scold me. “It seems five years in prison didn’t teach you how to behave. Ava, apologize!” My body went stiff. But I still bowed slightly to her. “I’m sorry, Chloe.” Back inside the villa, I went upstairs to my room. Ethan followed me. “By the way, I forgot to tell you. Your room is Chloe’s now. You’ll stay in the guest room for the time being.” My fingers curled into a fist, slowly tightening. “…Okay.” Dinner was the same nightmare. A seafood feast that could kill me. Later, I sat on the edge of the sofa, out of place as always. When I went back to the guest room, Chloe followed me in. This time, the fake sweetness was gone. Her expression was vicious, hateful. “Looks like you’re hard to kill. I can’t believe you didn’t die in there.” I looked up, realizing everything in an instant. “So Big Red… you arranged that?” Chloe smiled and shook her head. “You’re wrong. It wasn’t me. It was Ethan.” “Ethan knew that without you around, I wouldn’t have to suffer anyone’s cold looks.” “I could finally be the true princess of the Pierce family.” It hit me like a truck. So the five years of prison… It was just because Ethan wanted the world to accept Chloe without question. A scheme to ensure she never felt “less than”… It was insane. I lowered my head and laughed out loud. Chloe frowned at me. “Are you crazy?” Slap! Chloe turned her head, clutching her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock. “You’re crazy! You dared to hit me!” I stepped forward, grabbing her neck with one hand. “I’m going to die anyway, Chloe. Why don’t you come to hell with me!” “Cough… Cough! Let go of me!” Her face started turning blue, her eyes rolling back. Bang! The door was kicked open. I was kicked away, slamming into the foot of the bed. “Ava!” Ethan looked at the finger marks on Chloe’s neck, grinding his teeth in rage. “Have you lost your mind?!” I lay on the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood. It soaked into the black carpet, invisible. Ethan wasn’t done. He scolded me coldly. “If you dare hurt Chloe again, I’ll throw you right back in prison!” The door slammed shut. Bang. It felt like a hammer to my heart. I lowered my eyes. My nose was bleeding again. It hurt so much… I bit my hand hard, but a painful whimper still escaped. I dragged my suitcase downstairs. This wasn’t my home. Ethan saw me in the living room with my bag and frowned. “What? You hit someone and now you’re running away?” I didn’t speak. He sneered. “Then get lost! Go far away!” I looked at him, and suddenly my brain spun. My eyes rolled back, and I collapsed to the floor. “Ava!” Chapter 2 When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Ethan stood there with a dark expression. Next to him were a doctor with his head lowered and Chloe, whose eyes were dancing with amusement. Seeing me open my eyes, Ethan stepped forward. He ripped the IV tube out of my hand, scolding me in a low voice. “So your goal was to make me think you have leukemia, right? To make me feel guilty? Or are you trying to push Chloe out of the house step by step?” “Ava Pierce!” He roared, making my scalp tingle. “You are absolutely despicable!” I opened my mouth to explain, to tell him I really was sick. But I was interrupted by the very doctor who had diagnosed me with leukemia in prison. “I’m sorry, Miss Pierce. I’ve already returned the money to your account.” “As a doctor with ethics, I cannot help you lie to your family.” My eyes widened. My ears started ringing. “What did you say?” Realizing something, I instinctively looked at Chloe. The smugness, the schadenfreude, the hate—I saw it all. “It’s you again…” I spoke, my voice hoarse, sounding like I was weeping blood. My eyes were terrifyingly red. Ethan frowned, instantly shielding Chloe behind him, his face dark. “You never learn!” “Didn’t you want to run away from home? I’ll grant your wish. Get out of the Pierce family. Now!” With that, he took Chloe’s hand and stormed out. The woman turned around. She smiled at me and mouthed, “You lose again.” The room fell silent. The doctor looked down. His eyes were full of struggle. “I’m sorry…” “My child needs money to study abroad. Ava, I really am sorry…” I twitched the corner of my mouth. Whatever. Every man for himself. But tears still fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, onto the hospital bed. I was kicked out. I rented a run-down apartment in the slums. That night, just as I took my medicine and was about to sleep, I heard the lock being picked. I sat up instantly, grabbing a bat I kept by the bed. Someone outside was cursing. “Damn, what kind of dump is this little b*tch living in? Can’t even pick the lock!” The moment I heard her voice, I froze. It was her! Big Red from prison… But she was serving a life sentence. How was she out? Before I could process it, the person outside kicked the door open. The impact sent me crashing to the floor. Big Red sneered. She squatted down, snatched the bat from my hand, and tapped it rhythmically against the floorboards. The sound drained the color from my face. I looked at her and suddenly laughed. “It was Chloe, right? Since prison, was it Chloe ordering you to torture me?” She paused, her eyes flickering. “Who’s Chloe? I don’t know her. I just don’t like your face. You got a problem with that?” I stood up shakily. Without money for treatment, my body was screaming in pain again. “In prison, you used the excuse that my sentence was short and you were jealous.” “But I just got out, and you’re out right after me? Do you think I’d believe such a ridiculous lie?” Big Red’s eyes turned dark and sinister. I scoffed. “Seems like Chloe paid you well if you were willing to sit in prison for five years just to hurt me!” Bang! “Shut up, b*tch!” My back slammed into the coffee table. Shattered glass sliced into my flesh. Pain. Excruciating pain! Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a deep voice demanded, “What are you doing?!” Chapter 3 Ethan walked in with Chloe, his face grim. Big Red caught Chloe’s eye and immediately put on a guilty expression. “We… we weren’t acting. No, wait…” She hurriedly covered her mouth and glanced at me. Ethan closed his eyes. His voice dropped. “Speak!” Big Red trembled in fear. “I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce. It was Miss Ava. She hired me. She told me to beat her up.” “So she could frame the young lady next to you.” Chloe’s eyes widened, looking like she had suffered a massive injustice. “Ava?” “How could you…” I stood up. My back was a bloody mess. My nose started bleeding again. Drip, drip. Blood hit the floorboards. “Chloe, I already left the family. Why won’t you let me go?” Ethan sneered. He protected Chloe behind him while mocking me. “She won’t let you go?” “Ava, you’re still acting!” Ethan shook his head, the disappointment in his eyes stinging my heart. “How did you become like this?” His gaze froze on my bleeding nose, and suddenly his heart gave a strange lurch. He frowned hard. But he quickly shook it off. For some reason, he just got angrier! “You really prepared thoroughly to frame Chloe. Ava, your heart is venomous!” “I can’t believe I even came to check on you. What a waste of my feelings!” He took Chloe and turned to leave. The room went quiet. Big Red suddenly scoffed. “Looks like being a rich missy isn’t that great after all.” She reached out and pinched my face, viciously. “Don’t worry. Your ‘good days’ are just beginning!” I slumped to the floor. My eyes lost focus as I stared at the closed door. My heart felt numb. It didn’t feel that sad anymore. A week later, I fainted again. Perhaps out of guilt, that doctor paid for a round of painkillers out of his own pocket. “If you don’t find a bone marrow donor… you don’t have much time left.” I clenched my fingers. I just nodded silently and left the hospital. In the time that followed, Ethan never came to see me again. Chloe, however, came by often to torture and mock me. I lay sick in bed. Like a fish on a chopping block, I didn’t even have the strength to struggle. I just let them cut. “Ava, don’t blame me.” “You had everything. I had nothing. I had no choice but to take it. Ethan… he can only have one sister.” That night, Ethan unexpectedly called me. “Do you know you were wrong?” I fell silent. I didn’t speak. I asked myself: Was I wrong? Where did I go wrong? “Ethan, the day after tomorrow is my birthday. Will you celebrate with me? Like on my eighteenth birthday?” The line went quiet, save for Ethan’s heavy breathing. “I’m in Iceland with Chloe watching the aurora. I might not make it back. But…” “If you admit your mistake, I’ll bring you a gift.” I looked down. The pain in my body made my hand shake as I held the phone. “Is that so? But Ethan…” I paused, holding back the overwhelming bitterness and grief. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Ethan’s voice turned sharp again. “Ava, I really shouldn’t have had any expectations for you.” Beep. Beep. Beep. The call ended abruptly. My hand lost strength, and the phone crashed to the floor. Tears shimmered in the corners of my eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight. The wind blew. It was so, so cold. For the next two days, I didn’t even have the strength to get my medicine. I lay on the bed. Watching the clock tick away, second by second. In the final moment, I finally accepted the fact that my brother wasn’t coming back. I’m so tired. My breathing grew faint. “Ava, happy birthday.” I whispered to myself, breathed my last breath, and closed my eyes forever. The very next second. A loud banging came from the door, followed by Ethan’s muffled voice. “Ava, open the door!” Chapter 4 Ethan banged on the door, a wave of inexplicable irritability rising in his chest. That feeling. It was exactly like when Ava was a child and had that allergic reaction to seafood, her life hanging by a thread. Ethan’s hand froze mid-knock. “Seafood allergy…” He murmured the words, his heart tingling with unease. Right. He remembered that because Chloe liked it, the table had been full of seafood for days. He had completely forgotten about Ava’s allergy. Seeing no movement inside for a long time, he lost his patience. “Still not opening up? I bought you a cake, Ava. My patience is limited!” He pursed his lips, listening intently for any sound inside. But in the silent night, it was dead quiet. Ethan frowned and picked up his phone, tapping on ‘Ava’. One second, two seconds. He pressed his ear to the door, listening for a ringtone. Looking at the unanswered call, he felt annoyed. He thought Ava was throwing a tantrum. “Fine. Won’t open the door? Ava, I literally flew back overnight to celebrate your birthday!” “Suit yourself!” He slammed the cake box down in front of the door and turned to leave. Inside the room, the girl lay quietly in the moonlight. Her body grew colder and stiffer. Her breathing had stopped long ago. Back at the villa, he ripped off his tie and threw it aside, feeling suffocated. He thought of Ava’s words on the phone: But Ethan, I don’t even know what I did wrong. Ethan felt restless. It was true. Sending her to prison was his idea, just a way to stop people from criticizing Chloe’s background. Come to think of it, she hadn’t actually done anything wrong… The more he thought about it, the more gloom settled in his chest, giving him a bad premonition. Just then, Chloe walked downstairs. She sat next to Ethan, a shadow crossing her eyes. “Ethan, what’s wrong?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling exhausted. “I can’t reach Ava. She’s probably sulking. It’s fine.” Chloe’s eyes flickered. He didn’t know what happened to that b*tch Ava, but she knew very well. She was probably cold by now! Heh. Chloe felt a surge of triumph. As long as Ava was dead, she would be the true Pierce heiress from now on! Ethan would belong only to her! Two people sat in the living room, their thoughts miles apart. One anxious, one gloating. For the next two days, Ethan went to knock on Ava’s door during his breaks from work. No matter how hard he knocked, there was no response. He looked down at the moldy cake at the door. He finally realized something was wrong. “Ethan?” “Chloe?” Ethan stopped trying to ram the door, frowning. “What are you doing here?” She opened her mouth. She couldn’t say she came specifically to see Ava’s miserable state. She made something up. “I came to see Ava. I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have dragged you to see the aurora on her birthday.” Ethan paused, not contradicting her. Chloe clenched her fists, malice flashing in her eyes. What did he mean by that silence! At this point, Ethan started slamming his shoulder into the door. Crash! The door burst open. A thick, putrid stench hit them in the face. They stumbled back two steps. Chloe covered her nose, her face full of disgust. “Ethan, did something rot in Ava’s house? What is that smell?” Ethan pressed his lips together. He didn’t know. But the anxiety haunting him reached its peak. “Ava?” He walked around but saw no one. Finally, they stopped in front of the bedroom door. The source of the stench! Bang bang bang! Ethan knocked louder and louder, his expression starting to crack. “Ava! Open the door! I’m counting to three. Don’t make me angry!” “Three, two, one!” Silence. In the corner, my spirit floated, watching them, scoffing. Open it? I’m already dead. Ethan closed his eyes, took a step back, and kicked hard. Crash! The door splintered. The overwhelming stench rushed out. “Ugh!” Chloe almost vomited, looking repulsed. But Ethan rushed in regardless. When he saw the person on the bed, already decomposing and crawling with maggots… His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.

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After our parents died, I kicked my terminally ill sister out of the house. She was homeless, starving, and freezing, but I turned a blind eye. Relatives called me a monster. I pretended I was deaf. I forced her to sign a waiver giving up her inheritance. My sister knelt on the floor, begging, sobbing until she could barely breathe. “Mom and Dad are barely cold in their graves, Harper. How can you be so cruel?” I scoffed. “Dead people can’t tell me what to do.” When my sister collapsed on the street, I cheered. I popped champagne. The next day, #EvilSisterStealsInheritance and #DyingSisterKickedOut were trending on X (Twitter). I sat back on my leather sofa, scrolling through the death threats and curses, and took a slow sip of red wine. “Cry all you want. Scream all you want. The house, the money—it’s all mine.” Chapter 1 At the funeral reception, I forced my sister, Chloe, to sign the inheritance waiver. The moment the ink was dry, I started tossing her luggage onto the front lawn. A suitcase hit the pavement and cracked open. Clothes scattered everywhere. Chloe’s lips trembled, her eyes wide with shock and helplessness. “What?” I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Did you think a sick leech like you could stay here forever?” She bit her lip so hard it turned white. She was shaking. “Harper, how can you do this to me?” “How else should I treat you?” She tried to speak, but I cut her off, impatience dripping from my voice. “Mom and Dad are dead. I’m not carrying your dead weight anymore.” Chloe’s tears stopped instantly. Her face went ghost-white. I stepped closer, looking down at her coldly. “Why are you still here? Get lost.” Her eyes filled with despair. She couldn’t process it. “Harper, why? We’re sisters…” “Get. Out.” I pointed to the driveway. “I won’t repeat myself. Don’t drag me down with you.” “Harper, you are crossing a line!” My sudden outburst stunned everyone at the wake. After a moment of shock, the relatives finally reacted. Aunt Linda, red-faced with anger, stepped forward. “Your sister is sick! She’s pitiful! How can you be so heartless?” “You feel bad for her?” I raised an eyebrow. “Great. You take her home. You pay for her meds.” Aunt Linda’s mouth opened, then closed. She didn’t dare say another word. “What? Scared?” I looked around the circle of family members, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “She is a burden. A money pit. Any of you want her? Take her!” The relatives’ faces shifted, but the silence was deafening. No one made a sound. I sneered. “Since none of you want to take care of her, what right do you have to lecture me?” Chloe’s crying got louder. She clutched the waiver to her chest, tears hitting the paper, and collapsed onto the grass. I didn’t have the patience for the theatrics. I walked over, hauled her up by her arm, and shoved her past the property line. “Don’t make me call the cops for trespassing.” The relatives left, cursing under their breath. I slammed the heavy oak door shut, drowning out Chloe’s wails. Whether she lived or died had nothing to do with me. I lay alone in the spacious, quiet house and slept like a baby. Chapter 2 When I woke up, my phone was vibrating so hard it nearly fell off the nightstand. #EvilSister #HeartlessHarper #JusticeForChloe Some relative had filmed me kicking Chloe out and uploaded it to TikTok. It had gone viral. Millions of views. I tapped on the comments. It was a bloodbath. “Is this woman Satan? Kicking out her own sick sister? Is she human?” “Rich people are disgusting. Look at that poor girl crying. How does she sleep at night?” “Internet, do your thing. Dox her. Ruin her.” The comment section was a war zone. Someone had already posted my personal info. My full name, phone number, home address. Even my office location. The phone started ringing. Unknown number. I picked up. “Harper, you’re going to rot in hell!” “I hope you die alone, you piece of trash!” “Watch your back…” Click. I hung up and blocked the number. My screen kept lighting up. The relatives were lining up to get on local news, crying crocodile tears, acting like they’d seen a ghost. Uncle Bob beat his chest on camera as if I’d committed murder. “I just don’t understand! She used to be such a sweet girl. How did she turn into this monster?” Aunt Linda wiped her dry eyes with a tissue, dramatically tossing it aside. “That poor child. Kicked out like a dog. How will she survive?” The camera panned. Chloe appeared. She looked frail. Head down, tears falling like pearls. Her voice was choked with emotion. “Does… does Harper really not care about me anymore?” The reporter, voice soft and sympathetic: “Is there anything you want to say to your sister?” Chloe sobbed. “Harper, I really need you… please, don’t be so cruel.” On camera, she was a broken angel. Weak, helpless, beautiful in her suffering. The internet exploded. “I’m literally crying right now.” “Sisters are supposed to protect each other. This is heartbreaking.” “Why hasn’t karma hit that witch yet?” I sat on my sofa, holding a latte, scrolling through the hate with a bored expression. Chloe was useless. Why should I pity her? Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone was pounding on my front door. I peeked through the curtains. A crowd had gathered outside. They were holding signs. DO YOU HAVE A CONSCIENCE? GIVE UP THE INHERITANCE! JUSTICE FOR CHLOE! A few angry men rushed up the driveway, kicking my door. Someone threw eggs at my window. The yellow yolk slid down the glass like slime. My phone buzzed again. A text from my boss. Harper, the company is getting too many complaints. Don’t come in. Lie low for a while. Ha. Cowards. Another call came through. A journalist this time, her voice shaking with self-righteous anger. “Do you know your sister slept on a park bench last night? She hasn’t eaten in 24 hours!” “You cold-blooded monster, does your heart not hurt?” I looked out the window at the growing mob. I yawned, stretching my legs out on the ottoman. “It would be easier for everyone if she just died.” Silence on the other end. Then, hysterical screaming. Chapter 3 After two days of relaxing at home, I decided to go to the office. When I pushed open the glass doors, the office went silent. Colleagues buried their heads in their work, eyes darting nervously. The office gossip, usually loud and obnoxious, didn’t dare look at me. I smirked and walked to my cubicle. The moment I turned on my computer, my manager called out. “Harper. HR wants to see you.” Inside the office, the HR director looked grave. “The whole company knows.” I smiled. “Okay.” “This is bad PR, Harper. Partners are questioning our corporate culture because of you.” “And?” I stirred my coffee slowly. “You need to fix this. Don’t drag the company down.” “You mean, you want me to resign?” He didn’t answer, which was answer enough. I nodded, set my cup down, and walked out. I packed my box. As I left the building, the security guard stared at me with complex eyes. I pulled out my phone. [Evil Sister Saga Continues: Victim Suffering Mental Breakdown on Streets!] The comments were unhinged. “Animal. Scum. She doesn’t deserve to breathe.” “Capitalist trash. Glad she got fired!” “Why hasn’t someone beaten her up yet?” These people. So eager to play hero. I shook my head and chuckled. As I approached my apartment building, I smelled paint thinner. My front door was covered in red paint. DEMON. DIE. The words dripped down the wood like blood. Someone had scattered fake funeral money in the hallway. Tacky. I stepped over it. Just as I unlocked the door, a commotion erupted behind me. The cavalry had arrived. Aunt Linda led the charge, followed by a pack of cousins. They looked ready for a lynching. “Harper! You cold-blooded snake! If you don’t take your sister back today, we aren’t leaving!” Uncle Bob slammed his cane on the floor. “Animals treat their kin better than you! Your sister is freezing and starving. Where is your heart?!” My cousins rolled up their sleeves, looking tough. “Maybe we should throw her on the street. See how she likes it.” “Are you done performing?” I yawned, leaning against the doorframe. “You guys are all about justice, right? She’s so pitiful, right? Great. Which one of you is taking her home?” Silence. “What? No volunteers?” I sneered. “Easy to be generous with my money. Why don’t you step up?” Aunt Linda turned purple. “You will rot in hell!” “Maybe.” I dialed 911 on speaker. “Yes, I have intruders threatening my safety. Address is…” The police arrived in ten minutes. The relatives scattered like roaches, cursing me as they ran. But the reporters were harder to shake. They swarmed the lobby. “Harper, how do you feel about the allegations?” “Your sister is penniless. Do you feel no guilt?” “Why did you force the inheritance waiver?” The camera flashes were blinding. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled lazily into the lens. “You guys love pitying her so much?” I looked directly into the camera. “Then you raise her.” The reporter froze. The audience watching the livestream lost their minds. “She’s insane.” “She actually has no soul.” “I want to punch the screen.” The internet hate mob mobilized. They started digging into my past. “I heard she cheated in elementary school. Teachers always knew she was bad news.” “My cousin’s friend’s roommate knew her in college. Said she was manipulative.” “Why hasn’t her boyfriend dumped her?” Within hours, my social circle imploded. Ex-colleagues: Are you crazy? Old classmates: Do you have no conscience? Ex-boyfriend: Delete my number. They thought “morality” would crush me. Naive. That night, I posted a photo on Instagram. A Michelin-star dinner. Wagyu steak, truffle pasta, a $500 bottle of wine. Caption: Delicious. Chapter 4 After a few days of silence, the wind shifted. It wasn’t just hate anymore. It was overwhelming sympathy for Chloe. Because Chloe posted a long essay on Facebook. Title: I Don’t Want the Money, I Just Want a Home. The photo was a blurry selfie. She was wrapped in a dirty blanket under a bridge, dirt on her face, eyes hollow. “I never wanted to fight for the inheritance. After Mom and Dad died, I thought Harper was my rock. I didn’t know she hated me this much.” “I have no money. I eat out of dumpsters. Last night, a homeless man stole my coat… sometimes, I don’t think I can keep going…” It went viral instantly. 100k shares. “I’m sobbing.” “How can a sister be this evil? Letting her sleep under a bridge?!” “Someone help her!” People flooded the comments offering to send money. Someone started a GoFundMe. But here’s the funny part: these “saints” were donating $5, maybe $10. No one offered her a guest room. The relatives cornered me again. This time at a coffee shop near my complex. “Harper!” Uncle Bob banged the table. “Your sister is living like a stray dog. Give her a way out!” “Define ‘way out’,” I said, stirring my tea. “The house. The savings,” Aunt Linda snapped. “Split the inheritance. Half goes to her.” I laughed. I pulled a notarized document from my bag and slammed it on the table. “Legally, she gets nothing.” The air left the room. “You…” Uncle Bob’s hand shook. “She is your blood! If your parents knew, they’d be rolling in their graves!” “Don’t talk to me about dead people,” I said calmly. “They’re ash in a jar. They can’t stop me.” I looked them in the eye. “I’m the legal owner. I do what I want.” “So,” I spread my hands. “You guys love her the most. Who is taking her in?” Silence. “What? All talk, no action?” I mocked them. “You won’t spend a dime on her, but you expect me to give up half my assets?” Aunt Linda smashed her cup. “Karma is coming for you, Harper!” I clapped slowly. “I’m waiting.”

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My sister, Chloe, always claimed she hated money. She’d say the biggest burden in her life was inheriting our parents’ multi-million dollar company. Later, she sold off a subsidiary just to buy her boyfriend a yacht, causing a huge rift with our brother, Ethan. Between the two of them, I chose Chloe, believing in her free spirit unchained by material wealth. The result? I was scolded for eating leftovers, beaten for wearing clean clothes, and when I tried to reclaim the bed they stole from me, I was kicked out of the house. “You’re just like your money-grubbing brother,” she screamed. “All you care about is spending money on pleasure. I despise people like you!” When her boyfriend racked up a massive debt with loan sharks, he wanted to sell me off to pay it back. I cried and begged Chloe to save me. She just frowned. “He’s your future brother-in-law. What’s wrong with earning some money to help him out? Don’t be selfish like your brother. Family should help each other.” In the end, I died from a disease I caught, my body dumped in an alleyway where rats gnawed me down to the bone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Chloe sold the subsidiary. Ethan and Chloe were asking me who I wanted to go with. Chapter 1 “My boyfriend wants a yacht. As his girlfriend, what’s wrong with spending a little money on him?” “You can’t buy happiness, you know! All you talk about is money, money, money. Just as tacky as Mom and Dad were!” “I’m selling this subsidiary today. If you try to stop me, I’m cutting ties with you!” Hearing this, Ethan finally snapped. He slammed his hand on the desk. “Fine! Cut them!” “I turned a blind eye to how you spent money on that boyfriend of yours before. Even when you drained the company’s cash flow, I didn’t say a word. But now you want to sell the subsidiary Mom and Dad left for Mia? Dream on!” Chloe looked at us with pity, as if we were poisoned by greed beyond saving. She shook her head at me. “Mia, it’s because of your company that your brother and I are splitting up. But you’re young, so I won’t hold it against you. If you can let go of your obsession with money and material things, I’m willing to be your guardian.” She twisted everything to make it my fault. But Ethan pulled me behind him, shielding me. “You’re the one blindly throwing money at a man! Don’t pin this on Mia!” My heart raced as I watched the scene unfold, exactly like in my past life. Chloe stood by the door, arms crossed, looking cool and detached, like some pure, untouched flower. Ethan was red in the face, his tie loosened, furiously flipping through the documents in his hand. In my last life, I thought Chloe’s disdain for money was cool. Compared to Ethan, she seemed gentle and stable. I thought she’d be a great guardian and role model. So, without hesitation, I chose her. But after living with her for two years, I realized Ethan’s temper was entirely her fault. Remembering my miserable death in the streets, I didn’t hesitate this time. “Ethan, I don’t want to go with Chloe. I want you to be my guardian.” Ethan froze mid-page flip. He looked at me in surprise, his angry flush fading slightly. Chloe glanced at me, then shook her head with a sigh. “Like brother, like sister. Your behavior is exactly the same.” “Whatever. You materialistic people will never understand true, pure love. It’s something money can’t buy!” Ethan frowned, tired of her preaching. “Since Mia chose me, don’t even think about touching her subsidiary.” “And since you’ve always complained that the company restricts your freedom, I’m setting you free. I’ll find someone to replace you. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow.” I stepped out from behind Ethan and added, “Chloe, I remember you still hold quite a few shares in the main company. For someone as transcendent as you, that must be a heavy shackle, right? Why don’t you…” Chloe’s chest heaved, but she quickly composed herself. She forced a smile, trying to maintain her ‘money is dirt’ persona. “Hah, you’re right. Money is a heavy chain. I don’t want any of it! The company, the shares—keep them!” “You’ll never reach a level of spiritual freedom like mine!” She turned to leave but paused at the door, giving me a meaningful look. “I hope you don’t regret this.” I scoffed internally. Living a life of luxury with Ethan? What’s there to regret? The real question is, when she runs out of money, will she regret today? Chapter 2 In my past life, I chose Chloe. She immediately cashed out my subsidiary to buy her boyfriend, Jason, a luxury yacht. They ignored me completely, disappearing to sea for two months until they ran out of money to pay the crew. Jason was a thug with no real job. He moved his mom and sister into the small apartment Chloe rented. Once they moved in, they acted like they owned the place. They demanded five-star meals, a live-in maid, and bought luxury goods daily. Chloe smiled and said they had “taste” and “pursued a quality life,” unlike Ethan who just hoarded money. She spent on Jason’s family without blinking. But this high life only lasted two weeks before Chloe’s cards were maxed out. Desperate, Jason’s mom told Chloe to do housework. But Chloe had never wrung out a rag in her life. So, they forced me to do it. It was during my crucial final year of high school. I complained to Chloe, but she said, “Just do it. It won’t kill you. Don’t be selfish like your brother. Family should help each other.” Seeing she wouldn’t stand up for me, I cried in secret. If my own sister wouldn’t defend me, who would? I became the lowest rung in that house. To save money, Jason’s mom made me hand-wash clothes in freezing water. My hands were covered in chilblains, swollen and purple, itching and hurting so much I couldn’t hold a pen. Later, after cooking for everyone, they wouldn’t let me eat at the table. I had to eat leftovers in the kitchen. When it got cold, Jason’s sister, Jessica, threw an old coat at me. But as soon as I put it on, she screamed that I stole it. Jason’s mom beat me with a hanger, calling me a motherless beggar. Chloe watched and said nothing. Afterwards, she even comforted Jason’s mom: “Don’t let her upset you. She’s been obsessed with money since she was a kid. Bad habits.” Emboldened by Chloe’s indifference, Jason’s family took over my only sanctuary—the storage room. It was small and dark, fitting only a tiny twin bed. I curled up there after exhausting days. But they started piling junk on it. Jessica even put a stray dog she found on my bed, turning my only clean space into a filthy mess. I tried to shoo the dog away, but Chloe screamed: “You really are as disgusting as your brother! Selfish! You won’t even let a puppy sleep on your bed? You’re heartless!” Listening to her hysterical scolding, I finally understood how Ethan felt. I just wanted food and a place to sleep. Yet, that was “greedy.” Meanwhile, Jason’s family spent all our money. When it ran out, Jason borrowed from loan sharks. When the debt collectors came knocking, Jason couldn’t pay. So he offered me up. He said a virgin high schooler would fetch a good price. Terrified, I begged Chloe to save me. She just frowned. “He’s your future brother-in-law. What’s wrong with helping him out? Don’t be selfish like your brother. Family helps family.” I died of a disease, my body dumped in an alley for the rats. I will never go through that again. Regret leaving her? Impossible. Chapter 3 After our parents passed, Ethan and Chloe were supposed to manage the company together. In reality, Ethan did all the work. Chloe just used her position to funnel money to Jason. Even with all the benefits, she constantly whined about money restricting her freedom. But for someone who hated money, she sure couldn’t live without it. Her closet was full of designer labels. Her bag collection was worth millions. Not a single accessory she owned cost less than a thousand dollars. She had stylists come to the house for her hair and nails. Someone carried her bags when she shopped. Could she have any of that without money? It was ironic. She wanted the reputation of being above material things while living in absolute luxury. And she had the nerve to call me greedy and Ethan selfish? Hypocrite. Without Ethan and the family fortune, I couldn’t wait to see how “transcendent” Chloe would really be. Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs. It was my sister’s shameless boyfriend and his sister. They were lounging on our sofa, legs crossed, acting like they owned the place. “My girlfriend said she’s giving me that subsidiary, so it’s mine! I’ve already picked out a yacht. I’m waiting for the cash. Don’t think you can back out!” “Mia is just a kid. She doesn’t deserve a big company. Cashing it out for us to spend makes way more sense!” Jessica chimed in. Their shamelessness was exactly like before. But this time, Ethan was there to protect me. Chapter 4 Ethan, tall and imposing, pulled me behind him and pointed a finger at Jason. “Watch your mouth!” “It doesn’t matter what she promised you verbally. It has no legal standing. Besides, that subsidiary belongs to Mia. Chloe’s promise is worthless.” “Also, Chloe has cut ties with us. She’s no longer my sister, so her problems aren’t my problem!” Hearing “cut ties,” Jason and Jessica’s eyes bugged out. Jessica tugged on Jason’s arm. “What’s going on with Chloe? How could she cut ties without asking us? And… you can’t just cut ties! She’s still a Miller! She should get something, right?” Jessica winked frantically at Jason, hinting they needed to grab something before leaving. Jason caught on immediately. “Right! Even if Chloe cut ties, she still has Miller blood. You, as her brother, should compensate her! I think giving her Mia’s subsidiary is fair.” They really took us for fools. Ethan, used to dealing with business elites, was stunned by their sheer audacity. He stood there, face cold, searching for words. Watching them, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “What’s so funny?” Jessica rolled her eyes at me. I wiped a tear from my eye. “I’m laughing because you can’t understand human speech. The subsidiary belongs to me. Only I decide what happens to it. Do I need to repeat myself?” “You!” Jason raised a fist but backed down under Ethan’s glare. I continued, “Also, did you not ask? Chloe didn’t just cut ties. She gave up all the companies and shares. Simply put, she’s broke now.” “She said being penniless matches her high moral standards.” Jason and Jessica stood there, dumbfounded. “What? High moral standards? Is she insane?!” Ethan had enough. He called security. Soon, Jason and Jessica were escorted out. But Ethan, being soft-hearted, couldn’t completely let go of his sister. He didn’t want to see her suffer. “If she wants money, tell Chloe to come talk to me herself.” Remembering Chloe’s arrogant exit, I wasn’t thrilled. But I also wanted to see if she could stick to her “money is dirt” philosophy.

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The SAT results were in. My son had scored a perfect 1600. Just as I was drowning in the joy of his success, he stormed into my office, dragging his girlfriend behind him. “Mom, the new ‘Joint Merit’ policy just dropped. The top ten scorers in the country can pay a $500,000 donor fee to select one other student to be admitted with them!” The girl smirked, triumph written all over her face. “Mrs. Sterling, Oliver and I have already linked our applications. You can’t stop us from being together now. Hurry up and write the check!” At that exact moment, a stream of floating text—like a livestream chat—scrolled across my vision: 【Here it comes! The male lead is finally escaping his controlling mother! He’s going to Harvard with his baby girl!】 【That old witch better not stop our power couple! Or else, when the male lead inherits the empire, she’s the first one he’ll destroy!】 The corner of my lips curled up. The idiot wants to inherit the empire? He clearly didn’t read the fine print. The “Joint Merit” policy requires the two students to average their scores for final placement. And his girlfriend? She scored a 400. That’s the score you get just for signing your name. Chapter 1 In his senior year, Oliver was called to the principal’s office for the first time. The reason? A toxic relationship was tanking his grades. For any parent of a senior, this is a nightmare. I tried to reason with him. This wasn’t the time for romance. Especially not with Bella. “Her mother is the mistress your father left me for,” I told him, trying to keep my voice steady. “Your father walked away with nothing, and that woman has held a grudge ever since. Now her daughter is latching onto you. You think that’s a coincidence?” Oliver defended her with the passion of a fool. “Mom, Bella is innocent! Why should she pay for her mother’s mistakes?” Getting into Harvard had been his lifelong dream. I couldn’t watch him throw it away at the finish line. When he refused to listen, I took drastic measures. I had my security team tail him. I banned him from seeing Bella until after the SATs. I hired the best tutors in the country and a Michelin-star chef to manage his diet. I ensured he was in peak condition for the exam. When he scored that 1600, I felt a weight lift off my chest. But before I could even pop the champagne, he pulled this stunt. According to the floating text—the “Chat,” as I called it—I was living in a romance novel. Oliver was the male lead, Bella was the heroine. They were the star-crossed lovers fighting against the world. And I? I was “The World.” I was the villain destined to be locked in a psychiatric ward by my own son. I watched the text scroll by as Oliver stared at me, impatient. “Mom, five hundred grand is pocket change to you. You wouldn’t block my happiness over money, would you?” He had the CEO posture down, I’ll give him that. “Oliver,” I said, looking at the boy I raised. “Setting aside who she is… do you really plan to go to college with someone who refuses to study?” Oliver hesitated. Bella saw it. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. “Mrs. Sterling, I know you hate me. But who says low scores mean I can’t go to Harvard? Everyone is created equal! This is discrimination!” The Chat exploded with cheers. 【Yasss Queen! Why should a test define our worth?】 【Choice > Effort! As long as she has the male lead, she deserves to win!】 【Speak truth to power, Bella!】 I almost laughed out loud. “Right,” I said dryly. “Why should grades matter for Harvard? Maybe they should test for audacity instead. You’d be Valedictorian.” Bella turned red, then buried her face in Oliver’s chest. “Sob… I told you she hates me… Oliver, I guess I can’t go with you.” Oliver, heartbroken, glared at me. “Mom! You just hate her because you’re jealous that Dad loves her mom! I’m your son. Can’t you compromise for me just once?” The Chat spammed: 【Protective boyfriend mode: ON!】 My heart skipped a beat, then hardened into ice. “What did you call her? Her mom?” Chapter 2 Oliver was busy comforting the crying beauty in his arms. When he looked back at me, his eyes held no love. Only resentment. “That’s right! I visited Dad after the exams. Fiona isn’t the monster you painted her to be. She’s gentle and kind. She takes care of Dad and Bella. Unlike you—always in meetings, always traveling. Aside from making money, what have you ever done for this family?” I trembled. When Oliver was seven, my ex-husband cheated. Fiona, the mistress, showed up at our house constantly, spreading rumors and making our lives hell. My husband and I fought a bitter divorce war over assets. I fought tooth and nail to stop him from hiding money. I won. He left with nothing. I never sugarcoated his father’s actions to Oliver. He was old enough to remember Fiona screaming slurs at us on our front porch. The Chat scrolled by, giving me an idea. “I see,” I said slowly. “You’re saying that even though I gave you millions, what you really wanted was… love?” “Exactly!” Oliver shouted. “I got the score you wanted. Now stop standing in the way of my happiness!” I wanted to laugh. Getting into Harvard was his dream. Since when did it become my demand? I poured endless resources into making him elite. I gave him a status most would kill for. But if his dream was to ruin his life with a dropout, who was I to stop him? “Fine,” I said. “I agree. You can go to college together.” If he wanted to destroy his future, I’d hand him the matches. Oliver’s face lit up. “Mom, I knew you’d understand! When Bella and I graduate from Harvard, we’ll come back and take over Sterling Corp. You can finally retire.” In your dreams, kid. Chapter 3 Oliver was beaming, but Bella nudged him. “The money,” she whispered. He held out his hand. “Right. The $500,000 fee. Transfer it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Five hundred thousand? I read the policy. The application fee is $50. Can you two really not afford fifty bucks?” Oliver blinked, flushing crimson. “Is… is that right? Maybe I misread it.” Bella looked furious, but Oliver dragged her away before she could speak. The Chat faded as they left: 【OMG, the old witch is so cheap! He wanted that money to take Bella to Europe!】 【How are they supposed to see the Northern Lights now?】 【Whatever, at least she didn’t stop them. The good life is coming!】 【Wait… the policy literally just came out. How did the mom know they were trying to scam her?】 How? Because you idiots told me. I sat in the garden, pruning my roses, when Oliver’s guidance counselor called, sounding like he was having a stroke. “Mrs. Sterling! Oliver linked his profile with the lowest-ranked student in the district! Did you know about this?” “I know,” I said calmly. “He’s an adult. Let him be.” “But Mrs. Sterling! The policy averages the scores! That girl got a 400! A 400 on the SAT!” I knew. The Chat had been spamming it. Everyone assumed I would use my wealth to bribe Bella into Harvard to save Oliver. But why would I save the knife that stabbed me in the back? “Averaged out, that’s a 1000,” I said. “Not bad. Good enough for community college.” The counselor tried to argue, but I hung up. “Mrs. Sterling,” my assistant asked, confused. “Are you really letting him throw it all away?” “He’s not my son anymore,” I said coldly. “He’s chosen his side.” “Should we cancel the celebratory gala?” I paused. “No. Didn’t we sponsor a brilliant scholarship student who also got into the Ivy League? Throw the gala for her.” Chapter 4 I went to visit Maya, the scholarship student. She lived in a run-down apartment complex. As I approached, the Chat appeared again, thick and chaotic. I signaled my bodyguards to hold back. The door was ajar. Inside, Bella and her posse of mean girls had pushed a thin girl to the ground. “Stop acting like a victim!” Bella sneered. “I warned you to stay away from Oliver.” “I didn’t do anything…” Maya’s voice shook. Bella grabbed Maya’s chin. “Listen to me. Oliver linked his profile with mine. His mom is going to pay whatever it takes to get us both into Harvard. You? You’re going to change your application to a community college. If I see you at Harvard, I will make your life a living hell.” The Chat cheered: 【Yasss! Bella establishing dominance!】 【Bunny turned into a wolf! Love it!】 I kicked the door open. Bella spun around, raising a bat, but froze when she saw me. I helped Maya up. “Are you okay?” “Thank you, Mrs. Sterling,” Maya whispered. Bella rolled her eyes. “Oh great, the witch is here.” I shot her a look that could freeze water. “Assistant, call the police.” We spent hours at the precinct. Bella had to call her mom, Fiona, to bail her out. Fiona looked at me with pure venom. “You think money makes you better than us? You couldn’t keep your husband, and now you can’t keep your son.” I ignored her and focused on Maya. “If they bother you again, call me immediately.” Maya teared up. “Thank you. I promise I’ll pay you back one day.” According to the Chat, in the original timeline where I was locked in the psych ward, Maya was the only one who fought for me. She battled Oliver and Bella until they destroyed her, too. Even a stranger knew gratitude. My own son did not. Bella, seeing me ignore her, sneered. “By the way, Mrs. Sterling, Oliver is staying at our house now. He loves my mom’s cooking. He says it tastes like a real home.” I looked at Fiona. “Seeing you reminded me of something.” I smiled dangerously. “It’s time to settle some debts.”

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I transmigrated into a high school romance novel as the home room teacher, and my first move was to break up the main couple. “No dating in this class!” I split them up, sat them on opposite sides of the room, and crushed their secret crushes. Finally, after my tireless efforts, the rebellious bad boy became a model student, and the broken girl got into Harvard. Just as I was happily calculating my bonus for being “Teacher of the Year,” the bad boy blushed and asked me: “Miss, if I pursue you now, it doesn’t count as underage dating anymore, right?” Me: ??? Then, a cold voice came from behind me. It was the girl. “Back off. She’s mine.” My vision went black… Help! How did the plot collapse like this? Chapter 1 Who can relate? Staying up all night crying over a novel. The male lead goes to jail, the female lead becomes disabled, ten years wasted, a tragedy that chills you to the bone. “What kind of trashy angst novel is this?!” I threw my phone in rage. “Stupid kids! Why don’t you just study? What’s the point of dating!” The next second, a piercing alarm rang. I groggily reached for my phone but touched an ID card instead: [Willow Mitchell, 22, Senior Class 4 Homeroom Teacher, Southside High] “Willow! Where are you?! Late on your first day?” My phone vibrated violently. The head of the department’s loud voice pierced my eardrums. Wait??? Did I transmigrate into the book? And I became the background character teacher who only exists in the protagonists’ flashbacks? “On my way!” I scrambled out the door. Damn it! Late as a student, late as a teacher? 8 AM classes are a cosmic curse! It looked like I was done for. Suddenly, a motorcycle roared past. Silver hair, full sleeve tattoos, ripped jeans, studded jacket, ear piercings blindingly bright. “Hey! Take me to Southside High!” I slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the gas tank. The boy lazily looked up. “Lady, I’m not a taxi.” I gritted my teeth and slapped another bill down. “Two hundred!” He sneered, jutting his chin toward the back seat. “Get on.” Done! I clambered onto the hard back seat. Just as I sat down, before I could find anything to hold onto… Vroom! The force threw me back! I instinctively grabbed forward! My hands landed on a firm waist and abs. Through the thin T-shirt, I could feel the muscle definition and body heat. “Tsk.” An annoyed sound came from the front. I let go instantly, clutching the seat handle for dear life. I spent the money, now I might lose my life too! The scent of mint hit my face. In the rearview mirror, his amused eyes reflected back at me. “Scared, lady?” “Shut up and watch the road.” I shakily pulled out my teacher ID and hung it around my neck. “Drive straight into the school later. Just say I’m the new teacher!” Chapter 2 At the school gate, the balding Dean was blowing his whistle like crazy. “Jagger! Late again! Where’s your uniform?” My legs went soft. I almost fell off the bike. Jagger? Isn’t this the crazy male lead from the book who goes to jail for love? The Dean’s gaze landed on me, eyebrows shooting up. “Bringing your girlfriend too? Openly dating now, huh?” “You, which class?” My PTSD from getting caught at school flared up instantly. I blurted out: “Four… Class 4.” “Why haven’t I seen you before?” Wait, no? I’m a teacher now!!! I hurriedly held up my teacher ID: “Colleague…” The air suddenly went quiet. Jagger suddenly leaned down close to my ear. “Miss Mitchell? Why didn’t you say so? I would’ve given you a discount.” His breath brushed my neck. I jumped three meters away. In the end, Jagger got detention, and I got my pay docked. Damn, what a loss! I should have just said I was a student. Chapter 3 The moment I pushed open the classroom door, dozens of eyes shot toward me. The blonde boy in the back row whistled. “Jagger brought his girl to class?” “She’s pretty hot.” Jagger threw his backpack backward without looking. “Blind? Didn’t see the teacher ID?” He sat lazily in his seat. Next to him, a girl in a faded uniform whispered with her head down: “Jagger, you’re late again…” He scoffed disdainfully. “None of your business.” I suddenly remembered. Isn’t this the tragic, bullied, pure-hearted female lead from the book?! And right now, she’s sitting next to Jagger, the walking disaster! According to the plot, this is the beginning of the tragedy! No! This ship must sink! Immediately! Right now! Nip it in the bud! I stormed onto the podium, imposing and fierce. “I am your new homeroom teacher, Willow Mitchell. In my class…” “No dating allowed!” The class erupted instantly. “What the hell? Starting with this?” “Who is she? The new teacher?” “Controlling everything, even our love lives?” Jagger leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching like it was a show that had nothing to do with him. I waved my hand grandly. “Now, we’re changing seats!” “Claire!” My voice was decisive. “You! Front row! Far left seat!” Claire’s pale face was written with shock. Finally, she silently stood up to pack her things. Her movements were careful, carrying a long-ingrained timidity. “Jagger!” I pointed my finger at the silver-haired boy next to her. “You! Next to the podium! A solo seat!” The playful smile on Jagger’s face froze. He looked at me, then at the “VIP seat” right next to the chalk tray, under 360-degree surveillance. “Teacher, I…” “Shut up! Move!” I cut him off, leaving no room for negotiation. For a troublemaker like him, you need the hardest steel! Jagger stared at me, his eyes filled with hostility narrowing. After a three-second standoff, he finally let out an extremely annoyed “Tsk.” Dark-faced, he walked toward the “Super VIP Seat.” Good. One left, one right. Separated by the podium’s blind spot, let’s see how you make googly eyes at each other! I picked up the roster, my brain rapidly recalling the character relationships from the book. Who’s secretly dating whom, who’s still lingering with an ex, who’s crushing on whom… precise strikes are mandatory! “Zack!” I called a name. It was the blonde boy who heckled earlier. “You sit next to Luna!” Luna was his ex-girlfriend. The blonde boy wailed. “Teacher! Don’t! Anywhere but there! Please!” “Shut up! Move!” I wasn’t done. I continued deploying my “battle formation.” “Ethan, sit in front of them.” Ethan was the current boyfriend. Triangle formation. Drama mode activated. Let’s see how you have fun now! My brain quickly recalled the other couples mentioned in the book, as well as those deep-hidden crushes. The principle was simple and brutal: Breakups sit together, lovers separated by a galaxy, crushes sent to opposite poles. Little brats. The rain I walked through back then, today I’m breaking your umbrellas! Let you taste the bitterness of love. Chapter 4 Under my command, the whole classroom fell into a moving frenzy. In the midst of this chaos, an accident happened. As Claire walked to her new seat holding her books, a pad hidden inside accidentally fell out. “Maxi Pad! Your big Band-Aid fell out!” The blonde boy immediately yelled out. Several boys started jeering like they were watching a show. Claire hunched her back, face pale, body trembling slightly from embarrassment. In the original story, Claire was often mocked for being well-developed, causing her insecurity. She always wore ill-fitting bras because of it. A wave of anger shot straight to my brain! I slammed the podium! “What did you call her?” The blonde boy grinned nonchalantly. “Teacher, I was complimenting her chest.” I chuckled coldly. “I see your butt is pretty big too. From now on, we’ll call you Big Butt Bro.” Silence. Then— “Pfft!” “Hahahaha!” “Big Butt Bro! Hahahaha!” “Freaking Big Butt Bro!” Roaring laughter erupted. The blonde boy’s face turned purple instantly. I looked around the room, smile gone. “Laughing? Is it funny?” My voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the laughter. “From now on, in this class, if I hear anyone making jokes about someone’s body, appearance, or physiological traits—” “First time, parents called! Learn to speak like a human before coming back!” “Second time, transfer out! Class 4 doesn’t recycle trash!” The classroom went dead silent. My gaze fell on the bright pink pad on the floor. “Also, never seen a pad before? What’s so funny? Weren’t you born from a mother? Girls getting their periods and using pads is as normal as eating and drinking! From now on, if any boy dares to joke about this again—” I raised my hand, pointing at the small pad by Claire’s feet, my voice rising sharply. “I’ll have the girls stick a pad right on his face! So he remembers it well!” Silence. Then: “Good!” “Teacher is awesome!” “We support Miss Mitchell!” Many girls’ eyes were shining, looking at me with excitement and approval. Claire silently bent down, quickly picked up the pad, stuffed it into her pocket, and walked fast to her new seat. Her back was still thin, but it seemed a little straighter.

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I’m shallow. I like pretty things. Specifically, pretty boys. After asking out the class heartthrob, Asher Vance, for the 99th time, he still coldly rejected me. I overheard his friends laughing about it later. “Uh oh, Asher hesitated this time.” “I heard she wants to go to the same college as you.” “Are we going to be drinking at your wedding after graduation?” Asher threw a basketball at them in disgust. “Don’t associate me with that kind of shallow girl. It makes me sick.” On the first day of college, I bumped into Asher at the campus gate, holding a box of freshly baked cupcakes. His eyes lit up when he saw me, then he awkwardly looked away. “Don’t bake for me next time. I don’t like sweet things.” I looked past him at the campus crush standing not far away. Sigh. How do I explain to Asher that the person who loves sweet things is actually my boyfriend? Chapter 1 I’m an average girl. Average hair, average face, average everything. But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating beauty. As my mom always says: “Men are all the same anyway, so you might as well pick a handsome one. At least you won’t wake up in the middle of the night crying because there’s a beast lying next to you.” I took that to heart. Since I was little, I only chased the best-looking boys. If I couldn’t get the cutest boy in first period, I’d go for the one in second period. If that failed, third period. You get the idea. In high school, most guys hit that awkward puberty phase where their looks took a nose dive. Only Asher Vance stood out. He was breathtakingly handsome. So, naturally, I locked onto him. Asher was smart, handsome, and played the violin. When he stood on stage, eyes lowered, long fingers flying over the strings, he looked like a painting. After his performance, applause filled the auditorium. But the sound of my own heart beating was louder than anything else. The first time I confessed my feelings to Asher, he asked coldly: “Hazel, what do you like about me?” I tilted my head, thought about it seriously, and answered: “You’re the best-looking guy in school.” He sneered. “Everyone who chases me says that.” “Too bad. I hate girls like you the most.” Damn. Even when he was mocking me, he was beautiful. I was so mesmerized by his face that I didn’t really process what his little mouth was saying. I don’t know which part annoyed him. From that day on, he hated me. He hated the warm milk I slipped into his desk every morning. He hated seeing me hand him water on the basketball court. He hated our “accidental” encounters even more. But for that face, I endured it all. I was Asher’s shadow for three years. I confessed so many times I lost count. And unsurprisingly, I was rejected every time. My best friends were frustrated. “Hazel, this isn’t how you chase a guy. The internet calls this ‘simp behavior’.” Is it? So be it. I scratched my head calmly. They don’t understand. I simp because the view is worth it. Chapter 2 It was Asher’s birthday. I stood outside the private room of the karaoke bar, holding a carefully wrapped gift. The conversation inside drifted out clearly. “Ash, be honest, do you have feelings for Hazel?” I stopped, eavesdropping through the crack in the door. “Uh oh, he’s silent.” “I knew you hesitated when you rejected her last time.” Someone started evaluating me. “Hazel’s face is mid, but she’s got a great body. Plus, she’s a total simp, easy to control.” “Ash likes the ‘butterface’ type. Lights off, it’s all the same, right? It’s all about the feel. Hahaha.” “I heard she applied to the same college as you.” “Are we going straight to your wedding after graduation?” The laughter grew louder. Thud. A basketball slammed into someone. A grunt of pain, then silence. The noisy room went dead quiet. Asher stood up. On that beautiful face, his expression was twisted with anger. “Great body? Easy to control?” “If you like her so much, date her yourself.” “Don’t associate me with that kind of shallow girl. It makes me sick.” I looked down at the canvas bag in my hands. It had started raining on my way here. I didn’t have an umbrella, so I was soaked. But the bag was dry, protected in my embrace. Inside was the sheet music for Chopin’s Tristesse (The Farewell Waltz). It was the birthday gift I had spent forever choosing for Asher. I wanted to tell him that even after graduation, we would meet again at our dream college. If he was willing, we would start a new chapter. There would be no farewell. “My bad…” “Hazel isn’t good enough for you, Ash. I shouldn’t have said anything.” The guys inside were apologizing. Asher’s friends always had trash mouths. But his answer still echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Suddenly, it all felt pointless. That face I could stare at forever… how could it say such hurtful things? I gently placed the music book on the floor, turned around, and left without looking back. Chapter 3 The next day, I called in sick for the morning. As soon as I pulled out my books in the afternoon, Asher walked over. He knocked on my desk. “Hazel, homework.” His tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction. “Finals are right around the corner. Where were you yesterday? I didn’t see you.” “I came to school yesterday. I turned in my homework on time too.” I didn’t understand where his interrogation was coming from. “Yeah, you were at school, but yesterday was my birthday. You didn’t come to my…” I couldn’t help but interrupt him. “You hate me so much. Shouldn’t you be happier that I wasn’t at your party?” My voice sounded like a broken gong from being sick. Asher choked on his words. He froze, his anger dissipating. “Your voice… were you sick yesterday?” The next second, Asher tossed a box of medicine onto my desk. “Don’t run around after school. Getting sick now will affect your finals.” He paused. “Don’t misunderstand. As class president, it’s my duty to monitor everyone’s study condition.” “You said you wanted to get into Stanford.” Stanford had always been Asher’s dream. Even though Berkeley was a better fit for me, I had always planned to apply to Stanford, to be someone standing in his bright future. But I didn’t think that way anymore. I decided to apply to Berkeley. But I didn’t plan on telling Asher I changed my mind. I just gave a perfunctory answer: “Thanks, Mr. President. I’ll work hard.” Asher smirked with satisfaction. He instinctively raised his hand, as if he wanted to pat my head. Or maybe I was imagining it. The hand hovered awkwardly in mid-air, then dropped back to his side. Before leaving, he dropped a confusing sentence: “If you have any math questions, you can ask me anytime.” “Helping you get into Stanford is also my duty as class president.” He emphasized the last few words, as if worried I would get the wrong idea. Or maybe he was saying it to himself. Chapter 4 After finals, everyone got busy. Graduation, applications, results… Summer moved forward methodically, accompanied by the endless drone of cicadas. Near the start of the semester, my best friend dragged me to a high school reunion. Seeing me, she screamed: “Omg! You got a perm! It’s so pretty!” “When you get to Stanford, you’re going to dazzle Asher, that poser.” I felt a little guilty. “Actually, I didn’t apply to Stanford. I got into Berkeley.” “And I have a boyfriend. We’re just waiting for school to start to meet up.” Her eyes widened in shock. “You chased Asher for three years, dropped him just like that, and got a boyfriend this fast?!” “How did you meet?” Under her interrogation, I confessed: “His name is Julian. I saw him in the comments section of the Berkeley confessions page.” Thinking of Julian’s handsome face, I blushed slightly. “I didn’t want to move on so fast, but he’s just too good-looking!” “And Julian was so easy to chase. We added each other, chatted for a few days, and he said yes when I confessed.” My friend squeezed closer, demanding to see Julian’s photo. “Holy crap. I approve of this marriage. He is genuinely hot!” Just then. A familiar, clear male voice sounded from behind. Asher stood behind me, a rare, warm smile on his lips. “Hazel, I heard you got in too?” “Congratulations.”

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Ten days stranded on a deserted island after a company retreat gone wrong. Finally, a ship appeared on the horizon. Everyone was ecstatic, screaming and waving. But my husband, Mark, the CEO, stopped us. He handed the only flare gun to the intern, Chloe, with a look of pure adoration. “Let Chloe be the hero who saves the team,” he said. Chloe fumbled with the gun, whining about how heavy it was, wasting precious time. Seeing the ship about to turn away, I snatched the flare gun from her hands and pulled the trigger. We were saved. Back in the city, Mark promoted me to General Manager, skipping several levels. But at my first performance review, he handed me over to our biggest rival company as a “gift”—a plaything. I cried, begging him for an explanation. His eyes were full of hate. “If you hadn’t stolen Chloe’s moment, she wouldn’t be depressed right now!” “Since you love the spotlight so much, I’ll make sure you get plenty of attention!” I was used, abused, and eventually sold into trafficking rings across the globe. I died alone, humiliated, in a foreign land. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the island. Back to the moment Chloe held the flare gun. This time, I smiled as I watched her fire the only flare we had—straight into a tree. Chapter 1 When Mark insisted on shoving the flare gun into Chloe’s hands, everyone looked annoyed. Everyone except Chloe, who looked like she’d just been crowned Prom Queen. “Markie, thank you for letting me be the hero,” she cooed. She lifted the gun with trembling, delicate hands, aiming it at the sky, then lowered it again with a whimper. “Markie, I don’t know how to pull the trigger. Teach me?” The ship we had waited ten days for was getting smaller. Panic set in among the team. “Can she do it or not? If not, let me!” “Stop wasting time! We’re all going to die here!” Instead of hurrying, Chloe turned her big, tear-filled doe eyes to Mark. “Markie, they’re being mean to me…” “Am I too stupid? I’m sorry, I can’t be the hero…” Mark’s face darkened instantly. He glared at the employees like a wolf protecting its cub. “Say one more word and you’re fired the second we get back!” Everyone shut up. Silence fell over the beach. Mark was the boss. In this economy, losing a job was a death sentence. Most of us were fresh grads with student loans or parents with mortgages. We couldn’t afford to cross him. Mark gently wrapped his arms around Chloe, patiently explaining the mechanics of a flare gun like he was teaching a toddler. Chloe praised him with every breath, looking at him with worship in her eyes. Mark ate it up, rambling on about his “military knowledge” from video games. Only when the ship was a speck on the horizon did Mark stop talking. Chloe posed again, lifting the gun. In my last life, I couldn’t stand it. I grabbed the gun and saved us. I saved everyone’s life, and Mark hated me for stealing Chloe’s thunder. He destroyed me for it. This time, I stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed, watching the show. Just as the ship was about to vanish, Chloe finally squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. Bang. The red flare shot out—and slammed directly into the trunk of a palm tree ten feet away. Chapter 2 Our only chance of rescue fizzled out in the branches. With death staring us in the face, nobody cared about their jobs anymore. “Chloe, are you brain-dead? There’s one tree in that direction! A blind person could have missed it!” “You want to play the clumsy cute girl, fine, but don’t gamble with our lives!” Chloe’s eyes welled up. She looked at Mark helplessly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” “It’s my hand… ever since I pulled my brother out from under that car three years ago, I damaged the tendons…” “It spasms uncontrollably. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel guilty, but I can’t hide it anymore…” Mark was moved to tears. He hugged her tight. “Chloe, it’s not your fault. It’s mine…” “Don’t worry, I will get you out of here!” An impatient girl from accounting rolled her eyes. “The flare is gone. How exactly are we getting out?” Mark smirked, pulling a GPS locator out of his pocket like it was the Holy Grail. “Relax. Before the trip, I set up a failsafe with security. If we don’t check in for two weeks, they send a chopper.” A collective sigh of relief washed over the group. People started counting their remaining protein bars, calculating how to survive four more days. But then, Chloe’s face went pale. “I… I took the SIM card out and threw it away…” Dead silence. Even Mark looked shocked. Chloe stammered, “I just wanted the retreat to be more exciting! More authentic! I didn’t think we’d actually get stuck!” “Markie, punish me. It’s all my fault.” She looked like she was about to fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness. Mark softened immediately. He pulled her up. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I know you love adventure. You just wanted everyone to experience real survival. Your heart was in the right place.” Chloe smiled through her tears, the guilt vanishing instantly. “Then… will you come explore that cave with me? I’m not done having fun!” Mark nodded, completely enchanted. They walked hand-in-hand toward the dark cave entrance. I couldn’t help myself. I called out, “Careful! That cave is full of snakes.” Mark froze. He was terrified of snakes. Even a picture on a screen made him sweat. But Chloe didn’t notice. She tugged on his arm. “It’s just a few little snakes. Markie will protect me, right?” Mark puffed out his chest, glancing at me with disdain. “Chloe is braver than you’ll ever be. You think everyone is a coward like you? Always scared of everything.” With that, they disappeared into the cave. I nearly passed out from anger. We’d been married three years. I helped Mark build his company from nothing. Every decision he made, I analyzed the risks. At first, he respected me. He called me his partner. But as the company grew, he started seeing my caution as weakness. He gave decision-making power to Chloe, the new intern. Chloe was reckless. She made messes, and I cleaned them up. Mark took the credit, Chloe took the praise, and I took the blame. My fault for being a doormat in my last life. I touched the single vial of antivenom in my backpack. They were definitely going to get bit. And there was only enough serum for one. Let’s see if the “brave” couple is still so fearless when death comes knocking. Chapter 3 While they played explorer, I led the team in weaving nets to catch fish. Our food was almost gone. After two hours, we caught a pot full of small fish. We boiled them whole, guts and all, to maximize the calories. It tasted awful, but everyone ate like it was a Michelin meal. Suddenly, Mark burst out of the cave carrying Chloe. “Help! Snake bite!” We rushed over. Both had two bloody puncture wounds on their fingers, oozing dark blood. Mark was sweating buckets, screaming at me. “Sarah! Do something!” Now he remembers me. I put on a panicked face. “That looks like a highly venomous viper! We need to amputate the fingers immediately. It might save your lives.” Chloe wailed. “No! No! If I lose a finger, how will I wear my wedding ring?” She buried her face in Mark’s chest. Mark stomped his foot, turning his rage on me. “You knew we were coming to an island! Why didn’t you bring medicine?” “I’m not asking you to—” He choked on his words. Because Chloe wanted “adventure,” Mark picked this remote island. I tried to stop him, but he threatened divorce. Before we left, I packed first-aid kits for everyone. But Mark said I was overreacting. “Why carry this junk? It’s heavy.” Chloe chimed in, “Is Sarah trying to curse us to get hurt?” So Mark ordered everyone to dump the kits to make room for Chloe’s skincare products. Only I kept mine. Mark and Chloe’s arms were turning black. They collapsed on the sand, breathing hard. Just as they were about to pass out, I slowly pulled the antivenom from my bag. “Oh, right. I forgot I had this.” “But… there’s only one dose.” “You two decide who lives.” Death by poison was too easy for them. In this life, I wanted them alive to suffer. Mark cursed me for not bringing more, but Chloe was faster. She snatched the vial. “Markie, you’re a man. You’re strong.” “Let me have it. Or I’ll die.” Mark wasn’t backing down. “If you hadn’t insisted on exploring that cave, we wouldn’t be in this mess! Don’t drag me down with you!” He tried to grab the needle. Chloe played her trump card. “Markie… you said you’d love me forever. You said you’d do anything for me.” Mark scoffed, about to argue, when Chloe clutched her stomach. “Baby… Mommy is sorry. I couldn’t find you a good daddy.” Mark froze. “Chloe… you’re pregnant? From that one time?” Chloe smiled sadly. “What does it matter? We’re both going to die anyway…” Mark didn’t hesitate. He plunged the needle into Chloe’s arm. But he stopped before it was empty, saving a third for himself. Having temporarily cheated death, Mark looked at me coldl.y “Don’t worry. When the baby is born, you can be the godmother.” “Childbirth is hard. Chloe is doing it for you. You should be grateful to her!” In the past, I would have screamed. Now, I didn’t bother. Chloe whined that she needed nutrients. She grabbed the pot of fish soup and chugged it. A second later, she gagged and vomited everything onto the sand. “Gross! It smells so fishy!” She kicked the pot over, spilling the rest into the ocean. Chapter 4 That was the food we spent hours catching. The team looked ready to murder her. But Mark stood in front of her, shielding her. Emboldened, Chloe pointed at me. “You! Go catch me some sea cucumber!” The team finally snapped. “Are you blind? Look at Sarah’s injuries!” “Sea cucumber? Why don’t you eat sand!” Night fell. The cold wind stung my wounds. On the first night, while building a shelter, Chloe “accidentally” tripped me. I fell down a rocky slope. I was covered in cuts and bruises. When I tried to use my first-aid kit, Mark took it away. “Why were you standing in her way? If Chloe gets a scar on her face, I’ll never forgive you!” He used all the antiseptic and bandages on a tiny scratch on Chloe’s cheek. Ten days later, my wounds were infected. Mark looked at my leg, almost softening, but then glanced at Chloe’s stomach. “Chloe is pregnant. She needs good food.” “You’re just hurt. Is your pain more important than my child?” I laughed coldly and refused. Mark grabbed my collar and dragged me toward the water. The salt water burned my open wounds. I screamed. The more I screamed, the more excited Mark seemed. I realized with horror—the snake venom. It made him aggressive. He grabbed my hair and dunked my head underwater. Suddenly, a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. Warmth spread between my legs. I reached down— In the moonlight, I saw blood. A shapeless mass floated in the water. My miscarriage. Mark stared at the blood, stunned. Then, insanely, he scooped up the tissue and ran to Chloe. “Chloe! Look! Nutrients! Eat this for the baby!” I vomited bile. Just then, someone shouted. “A boat! There’s a boat!” We waved torches. Without Chloe sabotage, the fishing boat docked. Mark picked up Chloe and rushed the gangway. The captain blocked them. “Only one of you can board.”

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It was the second year of my mission to seduce the Hero, and I had accidentally fallen for the Villain. He was obedient, sweet-talking, and knew exactly how to look at me with those puppy-dog eyes. He’d beg for hugs and cling to me like his life depended on it. We had been fooling around for a month when the Hero, face black as thunder, threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to my room. “Have you had enough fun yet?” he gritted out through clenched teeth. Before I could answer, the heavy oak doors of the chamber were blasted off their hinges. The Villain stood in the doorway, a terrifyingly charming smile on his face. “Asking that now… don’t you think it’s a little too late?” 1 The Order of the Silver Flame accepted a new recruit. Rumor had it he was gorgeous—pale skin, red lips, the works. I caught a glimpse of him passing the training grounds. The rumors didn’t do him justice. He was surrounded by a crowd, but his eyes locked onto mine from across the field. He bowed slightly, flashing a smile that was equal parts innocent and mischievous. Like a little fox. I nodded politely, turned around, and walked away. Inside my head, I was screaming at the interface. System! System! I want to switch targets! I want to switch targets right now! The System finally pinged. [System: Sorry, Host. You don’t have enough points for that transaction.] How many am I short? [System: Only 50 points! Just complete the main quest and you’ll have plenty!] Useless. Absolutely useless. I rubbed my temples. Five years ago, I transmigrated into this fantasy romance novel. No cheats, no inventory, no System. Just when I accepted my fate as a background character, sweeping floors for three years, the System finally booted up. [System: Hiii! Sorry I’m late! I’m Seven, your Romance Guide!] I threw my broom. Late? You call three years late? [System: Spatial turbulence, you know how it is. Anyway, your mission is to conquer the Male Lead. Make him fall at your feet!] I sighed. Who is he? [System: Look up!] I looked. Walking down the marble stairs was a man in pristine white armor. Handsome, yes. But cold. Frozen. Kaelen. The High Commander. The “Ice Prince.” He cared about nothing but duty, honor, and slaying monsters. He was famously celibate. I turned around to leave. Forget it. I’d rather die. [System: Then you will be struck by lightning as a penalty.] I spun back around with a bright smile. Challenge accepted. So, I spent two years chasing Kaelen. I climbed the ranks from a servant to an elite soldier just to be his adjutant. But the guy was a stone wall. Zero romantic progress. So, I gave up. I started “quiet quitting.” 2 I was lounging in a tree on Skyfall Peak, eating grapes, when a loud crash shook the forest. I levitated over to investigate. Someone was face-planted in the dirt, legs kicking in the air. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Senior…” a muffled voice came from the ground. “A little help?” I cast a simple wind spell to pull him out. It was the new kid. His hair was messy, a few leaves stuck to his cheek, but he still looked devastatingly pretty. His eyes were wet, like a startled deer. “Sorry, Senior,” he said, dusting himself off. “I hit the barrier while practicing my flight spell.” “You’re the new recruit?” He nodded eagerly. “Name?” “Damon,” he said, eyes curving into crescents. Ding. [System: New Character Unlocked: Damon. Role: The Main Villain.] My smile froze. Damon? The Shadow Lord? The guy rumored to be a bloodthirsty, ruthless monster with fangs? I looked at the boy in front of me. He looked like a cinnamon roll. Then I noticed his wrist was bruised purple. “You’re hurt,” I said. Minutes later, I was leading the Big Bad Wolf to the infirmary. Villain or not, building connections never hurt. Damon followed me like a lost puppy. While I applied the salve, he winced. I decided to tease him and pressed a little harder. He bit his lip, eyes reddening. “Senior… gentle, please.” Oh, god. My heart skipped a beat. “I’m still bad at flying,” he whispered, tugging my sleeve. “Can you teach me?” I cleared my throat. “Come to Skyfall Peak every evening at sunset. I’ll teach you.” He beamed. “Senior, you’re the best!” 3 The next evening, Damon arrived with his training sword. He learned fast. Too fast. I suspected he was faking his incompetence. He was the Shadow Lord, after all. “Look, Senior!” he shouted, spinning in the air. Suddenly, he wobbled and plummeted. I flew up to catch him princess-style, but at the last second, he twisted and wrapped his arms around my waist. We floated down together, spinning slowly. Definite on purpose. “Don’t underestimate me, Senior,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I pushed him away, face heating up. “Focus!” From then on, he came every day. He brought snacks. He covered me with his cloak when I napped. One night, while I was getting ready for bed, I heard a thud at my window. “Who is it?” I grabbed my robe. “S-sorry! I brought fresh fruit…” I opened the window. Damon stood there, blushing, holding a basket of glowing moon-pears. His collar was loose, exposing his collarbones. I took the fruit and flicked his forehead. “Use the door next time.” He nodded and ran away. [System: Host, remember the mission! You’ve been fooling around with the Villain for a month! Progress with Kaelen is zero!] Mute. 4 The Grand Tournament was approaching. Kaelen was busy hunting demons. I was relaxing under a pear tree when a figure materialized out of thin air. Damon. But today he wasn’t wearing the standard recruit uniform. He wore black silk robes embroidered with dark gold. He looked dangerous. And beautiful. “You look good,” I said honestly. He smiled, flashing into the seat next to me. “I’m glad you like it.” He looked at the grapes in my hand. “Senior, feed me?” I tossed him one. He shook his head. “I want to taste the one in your mouth.” I choked. This was… aggressive. Before I could respond, the System screamed. [System: Kaelen incoming! Kaelen incoming!] I jumped up. Kaelen stood under the archway, radiating frost. His expression was darker than I’d ever seen. “Master Kaelen,” I bowed. He ignored me, glaring at Damon. “Who are you?” “Damon,” he replied cheerfully. “Nice to meet you, High Commander.” “Skyfall Peak is restricted,” Kaelen said, ice in his voice. “Get out.” Damon blinked, then leaned closer to me. “Senior said I could come.” Did he just throw me under the bus? Kaelen looked at me. “Is this true?” “He… he just came for sword lessons…” “Lessons?” Kaelen scoffed. Damon pouted. “Senior… he’s so scary.” Kaelen’s hand went to the hilt of his sword. “You’ve been bewitched by this boy for a month?” Damon tried to hook his pinky with mine. Shing. Kaelen’s sword unsheathed, pointing straight at Damon’s throat. “Back off.” Damon chuckled. His form dissolved into black mist. “See you tomorrow, Senior.”

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I was my husband’s lucky charm. He brought me to every single business negotiation. As long as I was in the room, no deal ever fell through. But his childhood friend, who had just returned from abroad to work as his secretary, looked down on me. Behind my husband’s back, she mocked me for being a useless trophy wife. I was so upset I cried. That same day, my husband’s company lost two major contracts, and its market value evaporated by hundreds of millions. By the time he dragged his childhood friend to apologize, I was already on a plane, heading overseas to clear my head. Chapter 1 When my mom was pregnant with me, she hired a psychic to calculate the perfect birth date, hoping I’d be born with a silver spoon in my mouth. But the day before that “perfect date,” my mom tripped on a flat sidewalk and went into labor early. So much for the silver spoon. The psychic looked at my chart and declared: “This girl has no fortune of her own. She’ll have to rely on men to survive.” My mom was so furious she trashed the guy’s shop and called him a fraud. This became the cautionary tale my mom told me every time I bombed a test, whipping me into studying harder to change my “fate.” I never took it seriously. But despite calling the psychic a fraud, my parents were secretly terrified every time they saw my abysmal grades. My mom went full tiger mom, tutoring me every night after work no matter how tired she was. Thanks to her iron fist, I clawed my way from the bottom of the class to somewhere in the middle. In middle school, when the subjects got too hard for my mom, my dad started pouring money into cram schools. My mom worried I wouldn’t be able to feed myself. My dad, a six-foot-tall softie, just couldn’t handle the idea of his precious, innocent, beautiful daughter being dependent on a man instead of being an independent woman. Honestly, they worried too much. My dad was handsome in a rugged way, and my mom was delicately pretty. I was a blend of both—cute, clean-cut, but ultimately, pretty average. I had the kind of face you’d lose in a crowd. But weirdly enough, boys loved me. From kindergarten on, boys would bring me snacks and give me their favorite toys. In elementary school, before I even knew what a crush was, I was getting love letters. In middle school, my parents went on high alert, crushing any signs of puppy love. By high school, between regular classes and cram schools, I barely had time to sleep, let alone date. Then I went to college out of state. Without my parents hovering, my “bad romance” curse activated. I was a magnet for jerks. Every relationship, no matter how passionately it started, ended with me catching them cheating. The strange thing was, every guy I dated had insane luck with money while we were together. Their startups boomed, or they got promoted rapidly. As they got richer, they were generous with me. But money changes men. Having me wasn’t enough; they needed the thrill of other women. I didn’t get it. If they had that much energy, why not donate it to charity? Why be a scumbag? Chapter 2 After getting cheated on enough times, I stopped believing in fairy-tale romance. But the suitors kept coming like weeds after rain. Between the harassment and my struggle to find a job, I acted on impulse. I decided to just find a man to marry for peace of mind. I signed up for a matchmaking service behind my parents’ backs. I figured the guys at a matchmaking agency would at least be vetted. I provided the criteria; the matchmaker provided the service. My requirements were shallow: Tall, handsome, high IQ. If I married a hot guy and he made me mad, at least I could look at his face and calm down. If I married an ugly guy and he made me mad, I’d just hate myself for being blind. When I told the matchmaker this, her face said, You have zero self-awareness. But the next day, she excitedly told me a wealthy businessman had seen my profile and wanted to meet. I went alone. He brought a Feng Shui master. The master took one look at my face and said I had “prosperity written all over me” and would bring immense luck to my husband. I almost walked out from second-hand embarrassment. If I was destined for riches, why were my parents still scrimping to pay off the mortgage? But the businessman… Julian Thorne… bought it. He grew up in a superstitious family and, despite being a modern tech mogul, still believed in Feng Shui and destiny. He was blunt. His company was hitting a bottleneck. The master looked at his chart and said he needed a “prosperity wife” to break through. Basically, he needed a lucky charm to marry. And apparently, that was me. I appreciated his honesty. I didn’t play coy. I was there to get married, after all. If the terms were right, I’d sign the papers immediately. Julian was a man of action. Seeing I wasn’t repulsed, he drove me straight to a law firm to draft a prenup. He told me to name my terms. Anything he could do, he would put in writing. A legally binding contract was way sexier than empty promises. My terms: Absolute loyalty, and no forced pregnancy. If he violated either, I could file for divorce and take half his assets. His terms: I had to accompany him to business dinners whenever requested. If I refused, he’d deduct from my allowance. At the time, I didn’t know how rich he was, so the “allowance” threat didn’t register. I just wanted a marriage without betrayal. We signed the papers, got our marriage license, and he took me home to meet his parents. Chapter 3 As the car pulled into the driveway of a sprawling estate that screamed “old money,” I realized I had misunderstood the matchmaker’s definition of “wealthy.” I thought wealthy meant a nice house and a few million in the bank. I didn’t know it meant dynasty wealthy. Huge mistake. I had just accidentally married into the 1%. And I hadn’t told my parents. They were going to kill me. When I took Julian to meet them, my mom, with her fiery temper, tried to smack me. Julian stepped in and took the slap for me. While my mom raged, my six-foot-two dad was bawling in the corner, mourning the loss of his innocent baby girl. Thankfully, they didn’t force me to divorce him. My life with Julian was surprisingly harmonious. Mostly because Julian was a workaholic. His energy went into making money. He left early and came home late, always texting me his schedule. We lived under the same roof but rarely saw each other. I slept in; he went to work. I went to bed early for my beauty sleep; he came home late. Unless there was a dinner I needed to attend, we lived separate lives. I thought it was perfect. He seemed satisfied too. He’d randomly transfer money to me. He said the master told him the more I spent, the smoother his business would go. So whenever he hit a snag at work, he’d send me cash and tell me to go shopping. I couldn’t spend it fast enough. My monthly allowance was seven figures. He’d randomly drop another seven figures as “pocket money.” Designer clothes and jewelry were delivered to the house on his tab. Aside from food, I barely had anything to spend money on. I thought this life would last forever. Until the glitch in the matrix appeared. Chapter 4 It started when I found a long, curly strand of hair in a jewelry gift bag Julian gave me. It was jarring. Deliberate. The next night, I stayed up late waiting for him. Unsurprisingly, I smelled women’s perfume on him. When he saw I was awake, his fatigue vanished. The sofa was huge, but he insisted on sitting right next to me. Up close, the mix of his crisp cologne and the cloying sweetness of the other perfume hit me hard. He didn’t seem to notice. He leaned in, eyes burning, wanting a kiss. I pushed him away. “Babe…” His voice was low and husky, full of intent. I felt a twinge of regret. I shouldn’t have stayed up just to play detective. There was a reason I went to bed early. Julian looked like a stoic CEO, but in private, he was clingy. His energy was either on work or on me. I couldn’t handle it. But I was weak for a handsome face. When Julian turned on the charm, I crumbled. Before he could lean in again, I told him to go shower. At least wash off the other woman’s scent. Instead, he scooped me up. “Let’s shower together,” he said, ignoring my protests as he carried me to the bathroom.

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