Author: Momo Chan

When I performed the pre-marital health screening for my best friend, Chloe, she tested positive for HIV. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she begged me not to tell her boyfriend, Derek: “Stella, please don’t tell him. I love him so much. He’s the one for me. If he knows, he’ll never marry me.” Bound by my professional duty, I strongly advised her to inform him herself. She swore up and down that she would. In the medical recommendation section of the report, I wrote: [Marriage deferred / Not advisable for procreation]. A month later, Derek, leading eighteen other men, stormed into my office, furious. They hacked at me twenty-eight times. Every single blow was meant to kill. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe standing by the door, a look of pure schadenfreude on her face. “Serves you right!” she sneered. Even after I died, their rage wasn’t sated. They didn’t even leave a complete body. They stuffed my dismembered remains into black garbage bags and dumped them in the city’s grimiest corners. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment Chloe and Derek came for their pre-marital health screening. Again, I wrote “Marriage deferred / Not advisable for procreation.” I closed my eyes, hiding the hatred boiling within, and swore to make every single one of them pay in blood. 0

“Stella, Derek and I are getting our marriage license today, so we’re here for our pre-marital check-up.” Sitting at my desk, I spun my pen, my mind a blank. I vividly remembered the sheer terror as Derek’s knife slashed towards my neck, the agonizing, soul-ripping pain when it tore through my chest. I was just pain. I couldn’t do anything else. The other eighteen men held me down, each taking a turn with their knives, butchering me like a slaughterhouse animal. Dark red blood splattered the walls, the floor a gruesome mosaic of minced flesh and limbs. A split second before my heart stopped, Derek hacked off my head and tossed it out the window. It bounced on the ground, and then, I felt nothing more. After my death, they still weren’t satisfied. They dismembered me further, stuffed me into black garbage bags, and tossed me into various sewers. I remembered their cruel, brutal faces with chilling clarity. “Stella! Stella Smith!” A familiar female voice dragged me out of the bloody, painful haze. I looked up to meet her worried eyes, catching a glimpse of Derek engrossed in his phone. The scene of them hacking me to pieces flashed before my eyes again. My nails dug into my palm, blood dripping onto the desk. The pain was less than a thousandth of what it felt like to be butchered alive. Seeing my ten fingers, perfectly intact. I was certain. I was reborn. “Stella, are you sick? You look so pale.” Chloe’s face was etched with concern as she reached out to touch my forehead. My body instinctively flinched away. *Screech!* My chair scraped across the floor, tipping backward. I crashed to the ground. “Stella, what’s wrong with you?” I swallowed the hatred churning in my gut, the words “Serves you right!” echoing in my mind. I couldn’t understand. I’d just written a medical report. How did *that* warrant such a fate? Ignoring her concern, I turned to ask my boss for leave. Seeing my pale face and cold sweat, clearly not faking it, my boss urged me to go to the hospital immediately. Just as I stepped out of the office, Chloe, who had been waiting by the door, grabbed my arm. Her fingertips dug into my flesh. I quickly yanked my arm away, keeping my head down, refusing to look at her. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from grabbing anything nearby and just ending her right there. Chloe stepped forward, trying to link arms with me again. “Stella, are you not feeling well?” I dodged her, catching a fleeting glimpse of a dark glint in her eyes. “Yeah, I need to go to the hospital first.” She reached for my hand again. I tried to shake her off. Having just reborn and now seeing those two demonic faces that terrified me. The sheer terror made me utterly powerless; I couldn’t get free. Chloe dragged me aside, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and then lowered her voice, scolding me. “Stella, what’s going on? I specifically arranged with Derek to come to *your* clinic for our check-up today because I knew you were working. How could you just leave?” My eyes widened in disbelief. We’d known each other since kindergarten, at three years old, inseparable until high school graduation. Even when we went to different cities for college, we called and Snapchatted every day. She’d had one breakup back then, and after it, she changed her Ins bio to “Sleep with all handsome men.” I worried she was falling apart, worried something bad would happen to her. I called every day to check on her, comforted her, told her jokes, hoping she’d get through it. Until one day, she said she was over the breakup. I was happy for her. Then her roommate told me to talk some sense into her, to tell her to value herself. That’s when I found out she’d started a “new boyfriend every week” routine. Later, she got bored and it turned into “one-night stands.” “Sleep with all handsome men” became her favorite motto. Ever since I learned about her countless one-night stands, both as a best friend and a doctor, I’d pleaded with her countless times. Not to change boyfriends so often, to always be safe, to always use protection. Every time, she promised she would. Then her roommate would send me a recording of her cursing me out in the dorm, saying I was nosy. Our childhood friendship gradually faded. Calls and Snapchats went from several a day, to once every two days, then once a week, and eventually, once a month. The last time we saw each other was six months ago. In my previous life, when she came for the check-up, I thought it was just a coincidence. I didn’t think much of it then. Now I understood. Chloe knew she had HIV all along. I stared intently into her eyes, not missing a single expression, and probed: “It’s just a check-up. If you’re healthy, what’s there to be afraid of?” 0Chloe rubbed her nose, a flicker of guilt in her eyes, and chuckled awkwardly: “Of course I’m healthy! What disease could I possibly have? You’re my absolute best friend, I just really, really wanted your blessing here.” I masked the raging hatred in my eyes, wanting to confirm my suspicions once more. “I already blessed you. If you’re healthy, it doesn’t matter who your check-up doctor is. I don’t feel well, I’m going to the hospital first.” This time, I would never put myself in danger again. She held onto my arm, a playful grin on her face. “Hehe! How can my health be more important than our wedding, right, Derek?” But I felt a deep malice in her words.

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In my previous life, Violet Martin and my sister Camille Martin each rescued an egg. Camille hatched an ice serpent named Kevin Walker, while I hatched a fire phoenix named Carlos McCoy. However, Camille stole Carlos from me. No one expected that shortly after, we’d face an apocalyptic heatwave. Camille lost her life to the scorching heat. Before dying, she manipulated Kevin into strangling me to death. Unexpectedly, we were reborn on the day those two eggs were about to hatch. In this life, Camille beat me to it and seized Kevin first. She thought that possessing the ice serpent would allow her to easily survive this deadly heat catastrophe. But what she didn’t know was that Kevin needed to consume fresh blood daily to maintain his supernatural abilities. ***** When I opened my eyes, there was no suffocating heatwave around me. The painful memories of being drained of blood and strangled to death in my previous life remained vivid. I glanced at Kevin beside me and couldn’t help but shiver. According to beast clan tradition, they must marry their saviors. I should have married Carlos, but because Camille found Kevin’s appearance repulsive, she seized Carlos first. However, no one anticipated that a month later, the global climate would suddenly change, with extreme heat sweeping the world. Kevin possessed cooling abilities that could drastically lower the temperature within a three-meter radius around him. Carlos’s abilities were the exact opposite of Kevin’s. Camille stole Carlos, who rightfully belonged to me, yet died from the heat during the apocalyptic heatwave. I only survived because of Kevin’s cooling abilities. Before dying, Camille was convinced I had stolen her husband and incited Kevin to kill me on her deathbed. I was about to say “Carlos is mine.” But Camille interrupted: “Kevin is the one I hatched! I want Kevin! You can have Carlos!” Watching Camille eagerly link arms with Kevin, I immediately understood—she had been reborn too. I smiled slightly. I was just worrying about finding an opportunity to reclaim Carlos from her. Camille only knew that Kevin possessed cooling abilities, but she didn’t know this power required daily consumption of human blood to maintain. Worse yet, Kevin’s fangs contained deadly venom, making each feeding session feel like torture. The toxins would seep into the bloodstream, causing unbearable agony. In my previous life, when Camille incited Kevin against me, I was already on the verge of death from blood loss. In a way, I should thank Camille for letting me die quickly. In this life, let Camille experience the daily torment of being fed upon by venomous fangs. In my previous life, Kevin was extremely reluctant when I took him away, only becoming my husband reluctantly due to clan rules. But in this life, when he heard Camille was willing to take him in, he eagerly ran to her side before I could respond, his forked tongue flicking out. Seeing me watching him, he spoke coldly: “Violet, since Camille is willing to take me home, I belong to her now. Stop pestering me.” I narrowed my eyes. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who had been reborn, along with Camille. After hearing this, Camille looked at me smugly: “How about it, Violet? This is Kevin’s choice. Just take that phoenix and go home.” I said: “Sure, Camille. Since you like him, how could I refuse?” As she walked past me, she gave me a haughty glance, then leaned down to whisper in my ear: “Violet, you don’t know yet, do you? The apocalyptic heatwave is coming again soon. If you’re willing to kneel at my feet and beg me, I might consider letting you have Kevin for a few days.” I laughed inwardly. She probably didn’t know why Kevin had chosen her.

I looked toward Carlos, who was huddled in the corner. Poor Carlos had been trembling uncontrollably since the moment he hatched, for reasons unknown, and only calmed down slightly when he heard Camille say she wanted Kevin. I didn’t feel like wasting more words on Kevin and Camille, so I took Carlos by the hand and headed outside. Carlos asked, “Violet, do you really want me?” I reached out to pat his head, but he instinctively shrank back. He looked at me with terror in his eyes: “I didn’t mean to, please don’t hit me, okay?” As he spoke, he struggled to control his trembling body, slowly extending his head toward my hand. I said, “Carlos, what’s wrong with you? Why would I hit you?” Suddenly, I understood—Carlos had been reborn too. I said, “Carlos, did Camille—” “Don’t mention her, don’t mention her…” Carlos seemed triggered by my words, curling up in pain, blood even seeping from his eyes. Seeing him like this, I understood completely—Camille must have abused him. I gently pulled him into my arms, patting his wings: “It’s okay, it’s okay.” After his trembling gradually subsided, I spoke softly: “Carlos, let’s go home. It’s just that my place is a bit far, and there’s no car here, so I’m afraid you’ll have to walk with me for a while.” I looked at Carlos apologetically—financially, I really couldn’t compare to Camille. She had forced our parents to use all their savings to buy her a house and car, while I could only rent an apartment. Carlos blinked and spoke timidly: “Violet, if you don’t mind, let me take you home.” As he spoke, he bent down, gesturing for me to climb onto his back. I felt a bit embarrassed. He said, “It’s okay, come on up. I’ll fly us back together.” Carlos was so earnest that I had no choice but to climb onto his back. I said, “Carlos, I’ll tell you which way to fly.” He said, “No need, Violet. I know where your home is.” I was puzzled and was about to ask how he knew, when he already spoke: “Violet, we’re home.” “Already?” I was amazed by his flying speed: “That’s even faster than an airplane.” “What’s an airplane compared to me? I’m a Phoenix.” Carlos lifted his face proudly. This was the first time I really looked at him closely. He appeared innocent and naive, with a childlike innocence on his face, unlike Kevin, whose eyes always harbored a predatory gleam. “Violet, aren’t you going to praise me?” He looked at me, his eyes carrying a hint of expectation. I sighed softly: “Carlos, you’re so good-natured. How could she bear to treat you that way?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I’d said the wrong thing. Sure enough, when I looked at Carlos again, his previously bright eyes had already dimmed. I hurriedly apologized: “I’m sorry, Carlos. I didn’t mean to bring her up.” Carlos smiled bitterly: “Violet, tell me, am I a useless Phoenix?” Without waiting for my answer, he continued: “Camille said I was useless, that I only made her hotter and hotter, unlike Kevin. She said it was all my fault that ruined her. She plucked my feathers one by one, stabbed me with needles, used pliers to break my beak, and finally broke my wings and threw me outside to fend for myself. “Compared to Kevin, am I really that inferior? Violet, why did you still bring me back? I’m just a useless Phoenix.” Though I had guessed that Camille had abused him, I never imagined she could be so vicious. She was the one who chose Carlos in the first place—who could have predicted the extreme heat apocalypse? How could she blame everything on him? I said, “No, Carlos, listen to me—it’s not like she said. You’re wonderful, you’re so much better than Kevin.” “I know you’re just comforting me. It’s okay, I’m much better now.” Carlos forced a smile, afraid I might worry. I shook my head: “I’m not just comforting you. You really are ten thousand times better than Kevin. Let me tell you a secret—actually, I was reborn too.”

Carlos’s eyes instantly lit up. I told Carlos everything about how Kevin had abused me in my previous life—how he drained my blood day after day, ultimately killing me brutally. Carlos looked extremely shocked after hearing this. “How could this happen? According to beastman tradition, we must be absolutely loyal to our benefactors. No matter how they treat us, we must endure it. Breaking this rule brings extremely severe punishment. How dare he treat you like that?” I shook my head with a bitter smile. “I don’t understand either. What exactly is this punishment you mentioned?” “I’m not sure of the specifics, but I know the consequences are very serious.” “Forget it, let’s not think about that.” I pulled Carlos to sit down on the sofa. “The extreme heat apocalypse is coming soon. Shouldn’t we prepare something?” Carlos and I discussed it for a while. Buying air conditioners was obviously useless—during the heat apocalypse, power and water systems would have collapsed long ago. In the end, I decided to return to the old house in the countryside and dig a very deep cellar. Cellars stay cool in summer and warm in winter. Most importantly, they don’t need any equipment to provide cooling, making them perfect for shelter. Carlos was not only fast but also incredibly strong. In less than a week, he had dug out a very deep cellar. Even more fortunately, during the excavation we struck groundwater. This way, both temperature and water source problems were solved. I rode on Carlos’s back, slowly descending to the deepest part of the cellar. As soon as I went down, a cool breeze hit me, forming a stark contrast to the scorching heat above ground. Seeing me shivering from the cold, Carlos immediately activated his ability, adjusting the surrounding temperature to a comfortable level. “Now that temperature and water are solved, what about food?” I asked. “That’s easy! I’ll dig another, larger cellar nearby and plant seeds underground. With artificial light and groundwater, when the heat apocalypse comes, the temperature there will be perfect for plant growth. We just need to stockpile a month’s worth of food in advance, and once the seeds grow, we’ll be set.” Carlos and I worked together, finally completing all preparations before the heat apocalypse arrived. Tomorrow would be the day the extreme heat apocalypse descended. I held Carlos close, lying on the large bed in the cellar, quietly waiting for that moment to arrive. The next morning, I clearly felt the temperature in the cellar had warmed up, changing from initially being too cold to a comfortable temperature. Carlos stretched lazily on the bed. “Finally, I don’t have to use my ability every day. I’ve been using it constantly these past few days—my phoenix blood is almost depleted.” I said in shock, “Carlos, you mean using your ability requires consuming blood?” “Yeah, just like when you play games and consume energy, we need to consume blood to use our abilities.” I looked at Carlos with both heartache and guilt. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have handled being cold for a few days.” After spending a month with me, Carlos was no longer as timid and fearful as he had been initially. He directly reached out and pinched my cheek. “I knew it—if I told you, you definitely wouldn’t have let me do it.” Looking at Carlos before me, my emotions were complicated. I thought, “Why is there such a huge difference between Kevin and Carlos when they’re both beastmen?” In my previous life, I had never complained to Kevin about the heat—it was he who couldn’t tolerate the high temperatures and insisted on using his ability. But the ability he used actually consumed my blood. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sigh softly, “I wonder how Camille is doing.” According to my previous life’s trajectory, today should be the first day Camille gets her blood drained. It’s really a shame I can’t see her suffering. Carlos seemed to see through my thoughts. “Camille? Let me show you something interesting.” As Carlos spoke, he mysteriously handed me a mirror I couldn’t see clearly. I asked curiously, “What is this? A mirror?” I examined the mirror from all angles, unable to see what was special about it. Carlos breathed fire onto the mirror, and it immediately became clear. The mirror actually showed the figures of Camille and Kevin. Seeing I was still somewhat confused, Carlos explained, “This is a treasure of the phoenix clan, similar to your human surveillance, but it doesn’t need internet or electricity.” I nodded, staring intently at the scene in the mirror. I saw Camille leaning against Kevin, drenched in sweat, constantly complaining, “I’m dying of heat! Kevin, don’t you have a cooling ability? Hurry up and use it.” Kevin pressed his lips together, and my heart tightened. This was his sign of impatience, and also the precursor to him draining blood. A sinister smile spread across his face as he stared at Camille with predatory eyes. “You’re the one asking me to use my ability. Don’t regret it later.” Camille said impatiently, “Just use it already, I’m dying from the heat!”

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In my previous life, on the day my sister Lydia Snyder and I were supposed to take the SAT, I was late because I stopped to help an elderly man named Bentley Griffin who had fallen on the roadside, missing my chance to take the exam. I never expected that Bentley would turn out to be the wealthiest man in New Jersey. To repay my life-saving kindness, he adopted me as his goddaughter and included me in his will as an heir. I became the daughter of a wealthy family. Meanwhile, Lydia chose not to help the man. Though she made it to the exam on time, she was in poor condition and failed to get into college, eventually ending up working in a factory. She was consumed with jealousy toward me. On the day I inherited the family fortune, she pushed me off a high-rise building, killing me. When I opened my eyes again and saw Lydia immediately rushing toward the fallen Bentley, I understood—she had been reborn too. But what she didn’t know was that while saving Bentley wasn’t difficult, becoming his goddaughter and getting into his will wouldn’t be so easy! ***** Opening my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the SAT exam. Before I could fully process what was happening, I saw Lydia beside me already running toward the fallen Bentley. I walked over leisurely. A triumphant smile spread across Lydia’s face: “Sophia, this time the position of the tycoon’s daughter is definitely mine.” I smiled faintly: “Then I’ll head to the exam room first. Don’t miss your test time.” Lydia froze, seemingly never expecting that I wouldn’t compete with her for this opportunity. Not only that, but before entering the exam room, I personally called an ambulance for her. Completely bewildered, she couldn’t figure out what was going on, thinking I was deliberately provoking her. She shouted at me: “You think getting into a good college actually matters? The inheritance I’m about to receive is more money than you could earn in a lifetime!” I waved my hand without looking back: “Then good luck to you.” In my previous life, I had experienced this exact same scene. Back then, I didn’t hesitate to stay and accompany Bentley to the hospital. While Lydia stood by making sarcastic remarks: “Ruining your future for some old man—I don’t know if you’re kind-hearted or just brainless.” Just like in TV dramas, I had saved a wealthy man and was adopted as his goddaughter, inheriting a fortune worth hundreds of millions. But becoming a tycoon’s daughter wasn’t all glamorous, nor was it as easy as I had imagined. As the richest man in New Jersey, Bentley had four children. They had grown up in privileged conditions and were all leaders in their respective fields. They were already competing against each other, coveting Bentley’s fortune. My appearance made them see me as their common enemy. In their eyes, I was nothing more than an ignorant country girl trying to break through class barriers. They made things difficult for me daily, repeatedly trying to frame me. The fact that I survived until the day I inherited the fortune was already a miracle. But all Lydia saw was my superficial glory.

In this life, when I saw her rushing toward Bentley, I actually felt a sense of relief. And I walked confidently into the exam room to embrace the life that belonged to me. A week later, Bentley came to our house to discuss with my parents about adopting Lydia as his goddaughter. While Bentley was talking with my parents, Lydia came over to me and said smugly: “Sorry, Sophia, but this time it looks like you’ll be the one working in the factory.” I patted her shoulder and said sincerely: “Take care.” Then I turned and went back to my room. She had wanted to show off to me, but seeing my lack of reaction, she was so angry she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet. But what she didn’t know was that I was different from her. With my grades, getting into a prestigious university wouldn’t be difficult. As long as I was willing to work hard, earning a million-dollar salary would just be a matter of time. I also knew clearly that she, always looking for shortcuts, would be nothing more than a lamb for slaughter in the Griffin family. I thought to myself: “Lydia, before you inherit that fortune, you’d better figure out how to survive first.” A wealthy man like Bentley placed great importance on ceremony, and the matter of adopting a goddaughter had become the talk of the entire city. He specifically organized a grand banquet for this occasion, preparing to announce this momentous event to all of New Jersey. He even specially invited my parents and me to stay at New Jersey’s most luxurious hotel. On the morning of the banquet, Bentley had custom-made formal wear delivered to us—our entire family received them. I opened the gift box and gently laid the dress on the table, my mind racing with thoughts. In my previous life, when Bentley adopted me as his goddaughter, he had sent this exact same dress. Although from the moment I put it on, I did indeed enjoy wealth and luxury, only I knew the grievances I endured along the way. But thinking about it, it made sense—Bentley’s dresses all came from the same custom shop, with identical measurements and designers. Lydia’s dress was probably exactly the same as in my previous life. While I was lost in thought, a knock at the door brought me back to reality. I opened the door to find a man in a suit bowing slightly. “Ms. Snyder, your sister requests your presence.” Though somewhat puzzled, I followed him. Pushing open the door, I immediately saw Bentley sitting on the sofa. After nodding to acknowledge him, I walked over to Lydia. She was sitting at the vanity table, with several servants bustling around her. Bentley had even brought in a celebrity makeup artist to create her look. Lydia glanced at me and placed two exquisite wooden boxes in front of me. “Sophia, I want you to help me choose which necklace would better complement my dress.” I recognized these two boxes immediately. Inside were the crystal necklaces Bentley had purchased at an overseas auction for ten million dollars. In my previous life, he had asked me to make the same choice. But I understood the significance of this banquet. The attendees would all be New Jersey’s elite, including Bentley’s biological children. To avoid stirring up trouble, I had politely declined Bentley’s generous offer back then. This time, Lydia was clearly showing off. I knew that regardless of which necklace she chose, it would be seen as a threat by Bentley’s biological children. In their eyes, this was like declaring who the real “heir” was. I casually picked one. “You’re beautiful—either one would suit you perfectly.” A smug smile spread across her face. “You’re quite sensible. Flattering me now—there’s still time for that.” I stared at her reflection in the mirror, wearing the dress I had worn in my previous life, momentarily lost in thought.

Lydia seemed to sense something, her lips curving slightly. “How about it? The same dress on a different person—doesn’t it look more distinguished now?” I lowered my head and said softly, “This dress was tailored specifically for you, so naturally it brings out your elegance.” On the surface, I appeared submissive and humble, but inside I was secretly delighted. Rather than saying she had stolen my identity, it was more accurate to say I had willingly given it to her. Right now, she still naively believed that after this banquet, her life of luxury would begin. Little did she know, everything was just getting started. With her vain and somewhat spoiled personality, I wouldn’t need to scheme much—simply going with the flow would be enough to let her reap what she sowed. Bentley truly lived up to his reputation as New Jersey’s wealthiest man. The moment the banquet hall doors opened, an overwhelming aura of luxury hit us. The attendees were all New Jersey’s top figures—billionaire merchants and political officials, with even the Governor of New Jersey personally attending to offer congratulations. As the banquet began, the lights dimmed throughout the hall, and spotlights focused on the entrance. Lydia walked in slowly, wearing a pristine white gown, as people exclaimed in admiration: “Ms. Lydia Snyder truly has aristocratic grace.” I quietly glanced at Bentley’s biological children, who maintained somber expressions amid the noisy crowd, looking as if they wanted to tear Lydia apart immediately. Amid the applause, Lydia walked to the front of the stage where Bentley sat with a beaming smile. Just as she was about to take the wine glass from a server’s hand to toast Bentley, Bentley’s daughter gave her a gentle push from behind. The wine spilled out, splashing directly onto Lydia’s dress. The already proud Lydia instantly lost control, raising her hand to deliver a resounding slap to the server. “You worthless fool! Do you know how expensive this dress is? It’s worth more than your life!” The entire hall fell into deathly silence. What she saw as a priceless gown appeared to everyone else as just an ordinary dress. Bentley also showed an embarrassed expression, quietly tugging at Lydia’s arm. “Lydia, so many people are watching. Mind the occasion.” In my previous life, I had experienced the same scene. I knew well that as a member of high society, every action would be magnified and scrutinized. The most important thing was to maintain proper decorum and treat others with tolerance. If handled poorly at that moment, causing Bentley to lose face, life afterward wouldn’t be pleasant. Conversely, if one could use the opportunity to display magnanimity and kindness, it would actually earn others’ respect. Back then, I had simply picked up a napkin to dab at the dress and comforted the server: “It’s alright, a dress can be washed.” Afterward, Bentley had specifically praised me for being sensible. But Lydia clearly wasn’t finished making a scene. She seemed determined to announce to everyone that from today forward, she was a rich girl whom no one dared to cross. She shook off Bentley’s hand and threw a tantrum without restraint: “Dad, this is the first dress you bought me. I absolutely will not let this bitch off easy today!” This statement completely infuriated Bentley.

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I engaged in a life-or-death duel with Micah Wright, the beastman my wife Scarlett Patel and I had adopted. This match was a matter of life and death, and I had to give it my all. However, behind my back, Scarlett revealed my fatal weakness to Micah, whom she had secretly loved for years. Severely injured, my eyes bloodshot, I demanded to know why Scarlett had done this to me. Scarlett disgustedly shook off my hand. She said, “Micah is my adopted son. I have to be responsible for him. How can you be so vicious? Do you really want to see him get hurt?” I let out a bitter laugh. What she didn’t know was that for Micah to win, I had to die. ***** When Micah bit through my throat with his fangs, I was already losing consciousness. Before that moment, I had already endured too much pain. All the bones in my limbs were broken, and my internal organs were crushed. The pain was so intense I couldn’t speak—I could only curl up to protect my most vulnerable neck, praying that Micah would spare my life. But the next second, Micah lunged at me with bloodshot eyes. His fangs instantly pierced my throat, and blood gushed out. Within seconds, I was completely dead. I died, my soul separating from my body and floating into the air. Looking down at my corpse, Micah sneered coldly, then tossed my body aside like garbage. At that moment, the referee announced the end of the match. My soul floated in mid-air, following Micah as he left the arena. A few minutes later, I saw Scarlett waiting outside the arena. This usually cold and arrogant woman was now drenched in sweat, anxiously pacing back and forth at the arena entrance. Seeing Micah emerge, Scarlett shyly approached him. She asked, “Micah, how did it go? Did the match go smoothly?” Micah smiled and reached out to gently stroke Scarlett’s head. He said, “I’m fine, Scarlett. The match went very smoothly.” Scarlett didn’t quite believe him and cupped Micah’s face to examine it carefully. After a few seconds, her expression darkened. She said angrily, “Gabriel actually hurt your face. How could he be so vicious? I told him so many times to make sure he didn’t hurt you. My jealous husband is truly despicable.” Gabriel Robinson—that’s my name. Scarlett’s gaze was as venomous as a snake’s. Following her line of sight, I noticed that Micah had only a tiny wound on his face. In a few more minutes, that wound might even heal completely. I let out a cold laugh, never expecting Scarlett to say such things. How absurd. The people around seemed to have heard her words and turned to look at Micah. Micah apparently felt embarrassed and directly pulled down Scarlett’s hands from his face. He said, “Let’s not talk about this now. Scarlett, let’s go home.” With that, Micah strode forward. Scarlett hurried to catch up, fawningly linking her arm through his. The two of them happily headed home, as if they had completely forgotten about my existence. I laughed at myself mockingly, but my soul drifted forward uncontrollably, following them back to what had been my home in life.

My family has been Orc Gladiators for generations. From age five, I trained under my father Samuel Robinson, learning how to fight Orcs. Samuel always told me that fighting Orcs required skill—you couldn’t be too heavy-handed, you had to know when to stop. Killing an Orc would not only bring shame from the family but also invite revenge from the Orc clan. I always kept Samuel’s words close to heart. After twenty years of fighting Orcs, I’ve always known when to stop. Because of this, I became a model Orc Gladiator, earning genuine respect from many Orcs. But even after I repeatedly promised not to hurt Micah, Scarlett still had a huge fight with me. I said, “I told you I won’t hurt Micah. I’ve been fighting Orcs for twenty years. You know my reputation in the industry. Why won’t you just trust me?” I looked at Scarlett, my voice filled with helplessness. Scarlett roared back, “I don’t care! You have to promise to lose to Micah. Otherwise, I’ll kill myself.” She smashed the vase on the table, then grabbed a shard and pointed it at her wrist. I said sternly, “No. That goes against the rules of the match. I can’t agree to that.” I stepped forward and snatched the ceramic shard from Scarlett’s hand. Scarlett said, “You won’t get away with this, Gabriel. I know your neck is your weakest spot. I’ve already told Micah.” She looked at me with a triumphant smile. Hearing Scarlett’s words broke my heart. I said, “How could you do this? You’ve gone too far. Don’t you know this could get me killed?” Scarlett looked impatient and slapped me hard across the face. She said, “You’re just jealous of my relationship with Micah. If you want to die, then go die. You only have one worthless life. As long as Micah is fine, that’s all that matters.” I was so emotional and shocked I couldn’t speak, then turned and left the apartment directly. Later, Micah really did bite through my neck in the arena. That was also the last time Scarlett and I saw each other. Thinking about this, my heart clenched with pain. Scarlett opened the door and saw ceramic shards scattered on the floor, frowning slightly. She said, “Gabriel probably didn’t show up because he was embarrassed about losing the match. He didn’t even bother to clean up.” I felt a pang of heartache, thinking, “Scarlett, I’ll never be able to help you clean again.” Micah asked, “Scarlett, what are you talking about?” He stepped forward, gently wrapping his arms around Scarlett’s waist. Scarlett touched Micah’s head. Then she smiled lovingly and said, “It’s nothing. Micah, go take a shower first. I’ll check your wounds in a bit.” I watched Micah’s movements in a daze, remembering how Scarlett and I used to be before she found Micah. Scarlett and I grew up together and had been engaged since we were young. Scarlett was sweet and beautiful, the dream girl of many boys, but she only ever liked me. To marry her sooner, I practiced fighting Orcs day and night, coming home injured every day. Scarlett felt sorry for me and would always gently touch my head, then carefully tend to my wounds. In our eighth year together, Scarlett and I got married. Looking at Scarlett in her white wedding dress, I felt like the happiest man in the world. After marriage, I worked outside while Scarlett would prepare meals early every day, waiting for me to come home. Just when I thought we could live together until old age and be happy for life, Scarlett found Micah. When I came home, Micah was already sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing me return, Scarlett excitedly told me she had found a fox Orc while grocery shopping. Looking at Micah with his fox tail, I frowned deeply. Samuel had told me long ago never to casually adopt Orcs. He said beastmen are cunning by nature and will seek revenge for even the smallest grievance, especially fox beastmen. If not raised properly, they would bring disaster upon us. I didn’t want to adopt Micah, and Scarlett gave me the cold shoulder for a week because of it. Eventually, I had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Micah looked like just a teenager back then, with those fox eyes that were so captivating, making it impossible to abandon him. Micah grew quickly, becoming adult-sized within just a few years. But the way he looked at me was always filled with hatred. Meanwhile, Scarlett’s attitude toward me grew increasingly cold. Her attention shifted from me to Micah. She even made me move to the guest bedroom while she slept with Micah every night. I was deeply unhappy about this, but Scarlett didn’t care. She even pointed her finger at my nose and scolded me: “Gabriel, how can your mind be so filthy? Micah is someone I rescued, so of course I have to take responsibility for him. I sleep with him only to take better care of him. Why are you projecting your dirty thoughts onto us? If you keep making such unreasonable scenes, I’ll divorce you.” Words can deceive, but eyes cannot. Scarlett thought she could fool me, but I knew everything. The way she looked at Micah was always filled with love, just like how she used to look at me. I smiled bitterly. When I snapped back to reality, Micah had already finished his shower and come out. Scarlett had been busy for a long time, preparing a whole table of dishes that Micah loved. Ever since adopting Micah, Scarlett always put his feelings first. Micah liked mangoes, so every time Scarlett bought fruit, it was always mangoes. But she seemed to forget that I’d been allergic to mangoes since childhood. The dishes Micah enjoyed appeared on our table every day, just like now. Whether before my death or after, I was the most overlooked person in this house. I watched in despair as Scarlett and Micah finished their entire meal. As usual, after clearing the table, Scarlett accompanied Micah into the bedroom. In the bedroom, Scarlett stared at the scrapes on Micah’s hands, looking extremely worried. She asked, “Did Gabriel cause all of this?” Micah nodded gently and said, “Scarlett, Gabriel didn’t mean it. Don’t blame him. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have beaten Gabriel at the track, embarrassing him. That’s why he stayed out so late.” This was typical of Micah. On the surface, he seemed to be admitting fault, but he was actually shifting all the blame onto me. I had mentioned this to Scarlett before, but she always thought I was jealous of her relationship with Micah and deliberately badmouthing him in front of her. Over time, I learned to keep quiet about these things around Scarlett. Sure enough, after hearing Micah’s words, Scarlett’s face showed disgust. She said, “Micah, it’s Scarlett who let you suffer. I should never have married Gabriel in the first place. I never imagined he could be vicious enough to hurt you. Whatever he does has nothing to do with you. If he doesn’t want to come home, then he shouldn’t come back at all. It would be better if he died out there.” I smiled bitterly, thinking: “Scarlett, so in your heart, my life isn’t even worth one of Micah’s scrapes. Do you really despise me to this extent?” Scarlett held Micah in her arms, and they slept embracing each other all night long. Throughout the entire night, Scarlett never once thought of me. I don’t know what all my years of devotion even meant.

Early the next morning, Scarlett was awakened by knocking at the door. Micah would get angry when woken up, so we used to be very careful getting up in the morning, afraid of disturbing him. Scarlett tiptoed to the door, and I floated after her. Standing outside was Thomas Nelson, the young werewolf I had rescued from the arena. A few months ago, he had been ambushed during a competition and severely injured. I brought him home and took care of him for a while. At the time, Scarlett had a huge fight with me, blaming me for only caring about Thomas and not considering Micah’s feelings. Seeing Thomas now, Scarlett was naturally cold toward him. She said, “What are you doing at my house so early? Don’t tell me you’re trying to fake being sick for money again? You really are just like Gabriel said – a worthless stray he picked up, with no manners at all.” My heart ached. No matter what, Thomas had lived with us. I’d always treated him like a little brother – how could Scarlett humiliate him like this? Thomas didn’t want me and Scarlett to fight because of him, so he was always submissive in front of Scarlett. He said, “Scarlett, did Gabriel come back after his match ended? I need to talk to him about something.” Scarlett said smugly, “How would I know? No idea where he ran off to. He’s always been such a coward, hasn’t he? Used to brag all the time, but now Micah beat him to a pulp.” Thomas was unusually angry. He said, “Scarlett, I heard someone died at the arena yesterday. Gabriel’s match was yesterday, and he hasn’t come home all night. Aren’t you worried about him? Even if it was a stranger who died, shouldn’t you feel sorry?” Scarlett was stunned, seemingly not expecting the usually humble Thomas to snap at her. After recovering, she said with disgust, “What right do you have to be angry with me? If you’re so capable, go find Gabriel yourself and tell him that if he doesn’t apologize this time, I’m divorcing him.” With that, Scarlett tried to close the door, but Micah’s hand blocked it. “What are you all arguing about so early in the morning?” Micah’s expression was blank, his tone ice-cold. Scarlett grabbed Micah’s arm, saying ingratiatingly, “Micah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Go back to the bedroom, I promise I won’t make any more noise.” Micah ignored her, opened the door wide, and kicked Thomas hard in the stomach. He said, “Worthless trash like you deserves to die.” I rushed forward, trying to shield Thomas from the blow, but my hands passed right through his body the moment I touched him. I was dead – I could no longer protect anyone. I could only watch helplessly as Thomas was kicked to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his wolf tail bristling. My heart broke for him. Thomas was weak and couldn’t withstand Micah’s punches and kicks. Seeing this scene, Scarlett snorted coldly. She said, “You’re just as ungrateful as Gabriel – you deserve a good beating.” Thomas shakily got to his feet, his face pale. He said, “If Gabriel comes back, please let me know. I’m really worried about him.” Hearing this, my nose stung with tears. I never expected that the person who cared about me most in the end would be this beastman who had only lived with me for a few months. After venting his emotions, Micah’s mood clearly improved, and his attitude toward Scarlett became much gentler. Micah nuzzled Scarlett’s cheek affectionately, his fox-like eyes fixed on her as he said, “Scarlett, come with me to the Orc party the day after tomorrow?” The Orc party was essentially a mixer for the beast clan, specifically held for marriageable-age beasts, though humans also attended. I let out a cold laugh. Micah’s true purpose was finally exposed. Sure enough, Scarlett froze. With tears in her voice, she said, “Micah, why do you want to go? Didn’t you say having me was enough for this lifetime?” A flash of obvious disgust crossed Micah’s eyes, which he immediately masked with his usual gentle, harmless expression. “Scarlett, don’t you trust me? I only like you.” Scarlett was easily appeased and immediately agreed to Micah’s request. See! Her love and hate were just that clear-cut. Scarlett hated me, so she never agreed to any of my requests. No matter how much I begged before, she’d only say she didn’t like crowded places. Now with just a few sweet words from Micah, she happily agreed. I laughed bitterly at myself. All these years I’d been deceiving myself. I should have admitted long ago how little I meant to her. On the day of the party, as Scarlett was getting dressed up to leave, she received a call from Thomas. Thomas sounded agitated on the phone: “Scarlett, I found Gabriel’s body. He died the day he went to compete.” Scarlett looked disgusted: “Thomas, tell Gabriel I’m not in the mood for his little tricks. I just want to divorce him now. Playing dead won’t work.” Thomas raised his voice angrily: “Do you think I’d joke about Gabriel’s life? He’s really dead, and Micah killed him. Come see for yourself.” Scarlett became completely impatient and shouted into the phone: “You think I’d believe you two liars? You even dare to pin this on Micah. Fine, if Gabriel really wants to die, let him die. I don’t have time to bury him anyway.” Scarlett slammed the phone down. I smiled bitterly. I’d thought that when Thomas mentioned me, Scarlett would at least waver for a moment. But her words made me realize I’d always be a loser compared to Micah. The Scarlett who once loved me was gone. The current Scarlett only had room for Micah in her heart. The party venue was jointly built by beasts and humans, with a wall dividing the space—humans on one side, beasts on the other. Micah went straight into the inner room. Scarlett rarely socialized and wasn’t familiar with others, so she sat alone on a chair in the main hall. She sat there blankly, taking out a sachet from her pocket to examine carefully. My heart suddenly softened, because this sachet was what I’d given her at our wedding. During our newlywed days, to give Scarlett her dream wedding, I competed constantly. Scarlett felt sorry for me and asked to keep everything simple, even having me switch to a silver ring. I couldn’t convince her otherwise, so I used giving her a sachet as an excuse to secretly hide the gold ring inside. I thought that if there was ever an emergency, Scarlett could sell the gold for money. When she received the sachet, Scarlett smiled and said, “I never imagined you had such a gentle side.” I touched her face thinking, “Scarlett, I hope someday you’ll understand that this contains not only my tenderness, but also my overflowing love for you.” But Scarlett had changed long ago. For Micah’s sake, she wouldn’t even hesitate to kill me. Cheers erupted from the beast hall. Everyone looked puzzled, so I floated straight through the door. Standing in the center of the dance floor was Micah, holding a beast who was a head shorter than him, and they were passionately kissing. The beast in his arms seemed so excited that even his snake tail stood upright. Looking closer, I discovered that the serpentine beast was actually male. I was too shocked to speak. I’d known Micah was unfaithful to Scarlett, but I never imagined he’d be this promiscuous. After kissing for a long time, Micah carried the beast directly into a rest room. I quickly followed. The beast in Micah’s arms seemed shy, lightly pounding on Micah’s chest: “Micah, when are you leaving that old woman? Aren’t you going to marry me?” Micah’s gaze was tender as he leaned down to kiss the petite beast: “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll marry you soon.” The serpentine beast smiled: “Then hurry up, I’m waiting for you.” Micah responded: “Alright.” They clung together intimately. I suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude. If Scarlett knew that the Micah she’d adored for so many years was gay, that would certainly be quite a scene. It was already afternoon when Scarlett and Micah returned home. I followed them back to the apartment and saw Thomas at the door again. After not seeing him for several days, he looked even more haggard, his already thin frame appearing even more frail. Upon seeing Thomas, Scarlett rolled her eyes: “Why are you here again? After all these days, hasn’t Gabriel had enough of playing dead?” Thomas pressed his lips together and pleaded: “Ms. Patel, I’m begging you, please go see Gabriel.” Scarlett paused, then sneered: “Fine, I’ll go with you. I want to see what kind of trick he’s trying to pull.”

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My three daughters said they wanted to set up a “family fund” for me, with each of them contributing three thousand dollars monthly. They said, “Mom, you’ve sacrificed so much for us. Now it’s our turn to take care of you.” In my previous life, I was deeply moved, thinking my years of sacrifice had finally paid off. It wasn’t until eight years later, when I was diagnosed with kidney failure, that I discovered the money in that Family Sharing Card couldn’t even cover the deposit for dialysis. Then my eldest daughter Amelia Stewart called me on video, saying she wanted to buy a house in a better school district but was short fifteen thousand dollars, asking if I could lend her some money first. My second daughter Luna Stewart came to the hospital with her husband Daniel Ross and daughter Ella Ross, but they only bragged about Ella winning a piano competition and hinted that they needed fifty thousand dollars to enroll in an international master’s coaching program. My youngest daughter Grace Stewart was even more direct, saying she had her eye on a limited edition handbag and wanted me to sponsor thirty thousand dollars as her birthday gift. When they learned the bank account had insufficient funds, Amelia, Luna, and Grace’s expressions changed instantly. They said, “We each deposited three thousand dollars monthly. After eight years, that’s at least eight hundred thousand dollars. Mom, where did you hide the money?” To force me to reveal where my savings went, they took turns using gentle and harsh methods to pressure me, even telling relatives I had dementia and had been scammed out of my money. Unable to bear the successive blows, I pulled out my IV needle and left the hospital in the middle of the night, only to be hit by a car and die on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I went to the hospital for my checkup. ***** My body didn’t have that dying feeling, and there were no noisy shouts in my ears. I opened my eyes trembling all over, finding the hallway and harsh white lights strangely familiar. “Isn’t this the hospital where I lived before I died? I’ve actually been reborn?” Suddenly, I heard Amelia’s urgent voice coming through my phone. “Mom, I’m talking to you. Can you hear me? That house in the school district is really popular. If I don’t hurry up and pay, someone else will buy it. I’m just short fifteen thousand dollars. Lend it to me first, and I’ll pay you back later.” Amelia’s voice at this moment was exactly the same as when she pressured me for money in my previous life. I gripped my phone tightly as memories flooded back like a tide. In my previous life, it was on this very day that I held my medical report, having just learned about my health problems. While I was panicking, I received her call. At the time, I honestly told her there wasn’t that much money in the Family Sharing Card. And what happened? Amelia roared, “Not that much? Mom, are you kidding me?” I instantly saw her eyes widening in that video call from my previous life. “The three of us sisters deposit three thousand dollars each month. How much is that after eight years? More than eight hundred thousand dollars. You must be confused and got tricked by some scammer into spending it carelessly. Think hard. Where exactly did you spend the money? Did you give it to your nephew? I knew he had bad intentions. It’s only fifteen thousand dollars. Mom, go to the bank right now and withdraw it. Otherwise, if we lose the house, how will your grandson go to school?” Her words pierced my heart like needles. I’ve been frugal my whole life, wearing the same clothes for ten years and waiting for sales to buy groceries. How could I possibly spend money carelessly? But none of them believed me. Luna soon came to my door with Ella. She held up the trophy and smiled, “Mom, look how amazing Ella is. Her teacher says if she enrolls in a fifty-thousand-dollar international master’s coaching program, she’ll definitely become a pianist. Where’s the money in your card?” Grace was even more direct, sending me pictures of the handbag. Then she sent me a message: [Mom, this bag is all I want for my birthday. It’s only thirty thousand dollars. Just take some money from the Family Sharing Card and that’ll be enough.] When I said there was no money in the card, their expressions changed very quickly. Amelia said, “You must have dementia. Your money was definitely stolen by someone.” Luna said, “We worked so hard to save that money for you. How could you waste it like this?” Grace said, “Hand over the money right now. Otherwise, we’ll get our relatives to judge this for us.” In the end, they really did contact all our relatives, saying I wasn’t thinking clearly and had spent all my retirement money. I was constantly being blamed. At night, unable to bear it anymore, I pulled out my IV needle, wanting to get some fresh air outside. And then… “Mom, can you hear me or not?” Amelia shouted into the phone. This instantly pulled my thoughts back to the present. Her voice carried obvious impatience: “You have to transfer fifteen thousand dollars to me today.” I took a deep breath, my heart still pounding wildly, my palms covered in cold sweat. I won’t let them bully me again in this lifetime. I gritted my teeth and said word by word, “I don’t have any money.” Before Amelia could react, I hung up directly. The moment the phone screen went dark, I seemed to see myself lying under the car wheels from my previous life. Tears welled up in my eyes. I won’t pay attention to these ungrateful people anymore.

After hanging up on Amelia, I stared at the medical report in my hands, my lips trembling uncontrollably. In my previous life, I was too soft-hearted, which allowed Amelia, Luna, and Grace to drain every last bit of value from me. In this life, I, Matilda Stewart, won’t give them a single cent. That very day, I contacted a real estate agent to sell the old house I’d lived in for thirty years. It was the only memento my husband and I had left. But now it seemed this house was far more reliable than those three ungrateful people. The agent worked quickly and found a buyer that same day, paying me $1.73 million in cash. The moment I got the money, I went straight to the hospital to check myself in, choosing a private room. I’d barely been lying in the hospital bed for two hours when the door was pushed open. Luna walked in carrying a designer handbag, followed by Daniel and Ella. She said, “Mom, I heard you were hospitalized, so we came to see you.” Luna glanced around the room and said with disgust, “Mom, how can you stay in a room like this? This is so cramped. Why don’t I get you transferred to a VIP room?” She paced around the room like a tenant, criticizing the furnishings. But in reality, she didn’t even glance at the IV needle in my hand. Daniel chimed in from the side, “Luna’s right, Matilda. Luna’s doing well with her sales now, she can afford it.” They claimed to care about me and said money wasn’t an issue, but weren’t they really here just to get some money out of me? I knew exactly what they were up to, so I simply ignored both of them. Seeing that I wasn’t as enthusiastic as usual, Luna thought for a moment, then looked at Daniel. Then she pushed Ella toward me. Luna said, “Mom, Ella won a gold medal in a piano competition last week. The judges all said she’s a genius.” Ella looked up at me, holding the trophy close to my face. She smiled and said, “Grandma, look. My teacher said if I enroll in that $50,000 international master class, I’ll definitely become a pianist someday. Grandma, you’ll help me achieve my dream, won’t you?” I thought coldly to myself, “Fifty thousand dollars?” In my previous life, the three of them eventually moved to France and completely cut ties with me. If I gave them money knowing how it would end, I’d be a complete fool. So I glanced at the trophy indifferently, then looked out the window. I said, “That’s nice.” Luna’s smile froze for a moment, clearly not expecting this kind of response from me. She sat down beside me with a puzzled look, then continued trying to coax me with unrealistic promises. Luna wanted me to use my retirement savings to pay for that $50,000 course. She also said that when Ella became successful, she would never forget me. But I didn’t respond to her intentions. Luna couldn’t keep up the act anymore and nudged Daniel with her finger. She said, “Take Ella downstairs to buy some juice. I need to talk to Mom about something.” Daniel immediately understood and left with Ella. As soon as the door closed, Luna’s expression completely changed. She sat on the edge of my bed and said coldly, “Mom, you heard about Ella’s situation. Fifty thousand dollars is nothing to you.” I looked directly at her. “I don’t have money.” Luna immediately raised her voice, “No money? How could you not have money? That Family Sharing Card where the three of us deposit $3,000 every month—after eight years, there’s over $800,000. Ella is your only granddaughter. If you don’t love her, who will you love?” I didn’t want to look at her fake expression anymore, so I turned my head and closed my eyes. I said, “Whatever. I told you, I don’t have money. Don’t come to me.” My sudden coldness left Luna unsure of what to do. Finally, she suddenly grabbed my hand. She cried and said to me, “Mom, can you really bear to watch Ella waste her talent? That’s an international master class—not everyone qualifies to enter. If you don’t help her now and she can’t become a pianist later, you’ll regret it. You raised the three of us and put us through school. Now it’s Ella’s turn, and you won’t help? If you don’t give the money, you’re ruining Ella’s future. If she hates you for the rest of her life, you won’t even have time to cry. Besides, fifty thousand dollars for Ella’s bright future is worth it. Your money can’t just sit there—spending it on Ella is putting it where it’s needed most.” Listening to Luna’s excuses, I almost laughed from anger. This was my dear daughter, who had learned to emotionally blackmail her own mother. I yanked my hand back and looked at her coldly. I said, “Who I spend my money on and how I spend it is my business. As for Ella’s future, figure it out yourselves. Don’t try to use me.” Seeing my firm attitude, Luna became completely furious. She stood up, pointed at me, and scolded, “Matilda, you’re really something. You’re sure you want to be this heartless, right? We put money into that family fund for you, not so you could be a miser. It’s just fifty thousand dollars—do you have to be so stingy? I think you’ve just lost your mind. You don’t care about us daughters at all. Fine, you won’t give money, right? Don’t expect me to take care of you when you’re old.” With that, Luna grabbed her bag and stormed toward the door, her high heels practically drilling holes in the floor tiles.

Just as Luna reached the door, it swung open. Grace walked in carrying a bag of fruit. She glanced at Luna’s red-rimmed eyes, then at me, and immediately covered her mouth dramatically. Grace said with a laugh, “Luna, what’s wrong with you? Your face is as red as a cooked shrimp. Who made you angry?” Luna glared at her furiously. “This has nothing to do with you.” Grace said, “Did you fight with Mom again?” She placed the fruit on the bedside table, then deliberately raised her voice. “Are you here asking for money again? Luna, you’ve gone too far. Mom just got hospitalized, and instead of thinking about taking care of her, all you do is ask her for money. You’re such an ungrateful brat.” Luna was furious. “Stop pretending to be the good guy here. I’m asking for Ella’s tuition, which is perfectly reasonable. That’s better than some people who only know how to buy bags and clothes all day. Some people are like bottomless pits.” Grace said, “So what? I spend my own money. I’m not like you, always wanting to spend Mom’s money. That Family Sharing Card is for Mom’s retirement, not for your daughter’s tutoring classes.” Luna said, “What do you know? That’s an investment. If Ella becomes successful in the future, she won’t forget her grandmother. That’s better than you buying those useless bags.” Grace said, “You’re the one who doesn’t understand. What Mom needs most right now is peace of mind to recover, not listening to your empty words and promises.” The two started arguing, their voices getting louder and louder. My head was pounding. Just as I was about to speak, a nurse came in to change my medication. She frowned and scolded, “What are you arguing about in the hospital room? The patient needs quiet rest. If you want to fight, go outside.” The room finally fell silent. Luna snorted coldly, glared fiercely at Grace, then left. After Luna left, Grace immediately put on a smile and handed the nurse a bottle of water. She said, “Sorry, it’s just family business.” The nurse didn’t take the water. She finished changing my medication and left. Once the room was quiet, Grace immediately came to my bedside. She tucked in my blanket and started peeling an apple. She said, “Mom, don’t be angry with Luna. She’s just like that, only cares about money.” Grace asked again, “Are you thirsty? Let me pour you some water.” Looking at Grace’s smiling face, I felt a chill in my heart. I had originally thought Grace was different from her two sisters, that she genuinely cared about me and treated me like a mother. It wasn’t until the end that I realized she first put on a filial act to gain sympathy, then made huge demands. All of this was just her strategy. Sure enough, for the next two days, Grace came every day. She brought me milk in the morning and stayed with me at night. She called me “Mom” so affectionately, performing “filial piety” flawlessly. Even the caregiver told me privately, “Grace is so thoughtful, much better than her sisters.” I just smiled and said nothing. A few days later, while peeling an apple, Grace casually said, “Mom, I saw a really beautiful bag while shopping yesterday. It’s a limited edition, thirty thousand dollars.” I didn’t respond. Grace handed me the apple and pointed at the picture on her phone to show me. She said, “Look, this color suits me so well. All my colleagues have one, only I don’t. I feel pretty embarrassed.” I took a bite of the apple and still said nothing. Grace put down her phone and took my hand, acting coquettish. She said, “Mom, please buy it for me. Consider it a birthday gift from you. Thirty thousand dollars is nothing to you, right?” Looking at her expectant eyes, I suddenly smiled. I said, “Luna wants fifty thousand dollars, you want thirty thousand dollars. Did you two plan this together?” The smile on Grace’s face instantly froze. She said, “Mom, what do you mean by that? I’m nothing like her. I just think that bag is beautiful.” “I don’t have money,” I withdrew my hand and said calmly. “There’s no money left in that Family Sharing Card.” Grace’s face instantly turned pale. She stood up abruptly. “Gone? How could hundreds of thousands of dollars suddenly be gone? You…” Grace pointed at me, unable to speak for a long time. Finally, she slammed the apple on the table. She said, “Fine, so you had it all planned out. No wonder you wouldn’t give Luna money. Taking care of you for two days was useless. You just don’t want to give us a single cent.” Seeing her drop the act, I actually felt relieved. I said, “Yes, my money is mine to spend. None of you will get another cent.” Grace was shaking with anger. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She said coldly, “Fine, Matilda, you’re really ruthless. When you’re old and can’t move anymore, don’t expect me to take care of you.” The door slammed shut, and the room finally fell completely silent. I stared at the ceiling as tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. These were the daughters I had loved my whole life. Each one of them was just waiting to drain me of every bit of value I had. Ever since I had that heart-to-heart with Amelia, Luna, and Grace, my hospital room had been quiet for several days straight. I actually felt pretty relaxed and didn’t bother reaching out to them either. Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last long. My phone suddenly rang. It was my former neighbor Naomi Perez, who used to live across the hall from me. She sounded frantic on the phone: “Matilda, you need to get back to your old place right now. Your three daughters are having a screaming match downstairs.” I was stunned, thinking to myself: “Didn’t I already sell the old house? What are they doing there causing a scene?” I quickly had the nurse inform my doctor, then hailed a taxi and rushed to the old neighborhood. The closer I got to the building, the louder the women’s screaming became. Before the taxi even came to a complete stop, I could see a crowd gathered around the building entrance—all my former neighbors. In the middle of the crowd, Amelia, Luna, and Grace were pulling each other’s hair and hurling insults. Their hair was a complete mess, like bird’s nests, and their clothes were all twisted and disheveled—nothing like their usual put-together appearance. Luna was pointing right at Amelia’s nose, spitting as she yelled. She said: “Amelia, cut the crap. You were the one who badmouthed me to Mom first, telling her not to give me any money.” Amelia shoved her away hard, saying: “What are you talking about? When did I ever say that? You’re the one who’s been crying poor to Mom every day, then scamming all her money away, and you won’t even admit it.” Luna shot back: “I scammed her money? What about the money in that Family Sharing Card? You definitely took it to buy that house in the school district.” Amelia retorted: “You took it to pay for your daughter’s tutoring classes.” Grace suddenly burst into tears. She wiped her eyes while saying angrily: “You two are both terrible. When I was taking care of Mom the other day, I heard her say with my own ears that you two had scammed all her money away.” After a pause, she continued: “Mom even said I was the most considerate one and told me not to argue with you two. And what did I get? Not a single penny.” Luna and Amelia shouted in unison: “That’s bullshit!” Grace cried even harder, saying: “That’s exactly what happened. Mom also told me not to tell you two that she had money, said you two were too much—taking her money and still complaining it wasn’t enough. Now she’s pretending to be broke, and you two are the ones fighting.” After hearing this, both Amelia and Luna were stunned, then immediately started pointing fingers and cursing at each other again. Amelia said: “You must have badmouthed me to Mom.” Luna said: “You’re the one who told Mom to hide the money.” The neighbors around us kept shaking their heads, and their judgmental comments reached my ears. One woman said: “What’s wrong with them? Their mother is still in the hospital, and they’re here making such a scene. But it’s definitely about money. Matilda must have savings, otherwise why would they act like this?” Another woman chimed in: “You’re absolutely right. When children don’t get along, it’s usually because the parent has bad character. Matilda must be playing favorites and being stingy, which drove them to this point.” A man said: “I always said, what’s the point of having three daughters? Sons would be better—at least sons wouldn’t be this embarrassing. But Matilda’s gone too far. If she has money, she should divide it among the kids. Why is she hiding it?” These words pierced my heart like needles. I was shaking with rage as I pushed through the crowd and charged in. I shouted: “All of you shut up!” Amelia, Luna, and Grace jumped, turned to see me, and froze. Amelia was the first to react, rushing over to grab my arm. She said: “Mom, you’re finally here. Tell them—Luna was the first one to ask you for money, right? And she badmouthed me to you, didn’t she?” Luna also pushed her way over. She said: “Mom, don’t listen to her. Amelia was the first one to ask for your money, wanting to buy that house in the school district.” “Enough!” I shook off their hands, my voice hoarse with anger. “Are you done fighting? Have you completely lost all shame over money?” My outburst silenced them, and they just stared at me with wide eyes. The murmuring around us grew louder. Someone deliberately said: “Matilda, perfect timing. Just divide up the money already and stop letting your daughters embarrass themselves like this.” I took a deep breath and stared hard at Amelia, Luna, and Grace. Then, word by word, I said: “You all suspect each other of taking the money, suspect me of playing favorites, right? Fine, stop all this guessing and speculation.” I raised my hand and pointed toward the nearby bank. Then I said: “There’s the bank right over there. I have that Family Sharing Card with me. Let’s go print out the statements right now and get to the bottom of this. Let’s see if I actually have any money, let’s see whose pockets this money ended up in, and let’s see if I’ve been favoring anyone.”

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The night before the wedding, my sister Winona Simpson’s groom Austin Graham was injured in the groin by a raging bull, leaving him unable to have children. Winona refused to marry the disabled Austin and fled in the middle of the night. I, Esther Simpson, watched the abandoned Austin and my parents, who were ashamed by Winona’s escape, and agreed to marry him in her place at their pleading. After marrying Austin, I worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk managing the household. Austin miraculously recovered, and our family became the wealthiest in the village. However, on the very day Austin became the richest man in the provincial capital, Winona returned. She cried and claimed she hadn’t fled the wedding, but that I had tricked her into going up the mountain by saying there was a miracle cure for Austin’s condition, then knocked her unconscious while she wasn’t looking. Austin immediately believed her story. Furious, he slapped me across the face and even threatened to throw me in the river to drown. I couldn’t defend myself, and in desperation, I grabbed both of them and dragged us all to our deaths. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day of the wedding. Winona, who had fled, suddenly appeared at the wedding ceremony. But they didn’t know that without me, Austin could never have recovered, much less become the richest man in the provincial capital. Austin lifted my wedding veil, and his face turned ashen when he saw it was me. “I was supposed to marry Winona. Why is it suddenly Esther? Give me an explanation!” Before I could react, my parents exchanged glances and rushed to explain. “Austin, Esther was threatening suicide at home, saying she would marry no one but you in this lifetime! “She even drove Winona away with her tantrum. We had no choice but to let Esther marry you!” I was shocked back to my senses. They had clearly begged me through tears to marry in Winona’s place, so how had it now become me begging to marry him? Upon hearing this, Austin raised his hand and slapped me again. “If you hadn’t interfered, how could Winona and I have missed so many years in our past life? Tell me, where exactly is Winona? Or I’ll strangle you!” This slap completely awakened me, and I suddenly realized I had been reborn, and Austin before me had also been reborn. I glared at him and said word by word: “Winona despised you as a useless waste and fled the wedding overnight!” Austin clearly didn’t believe it. His eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed my throat. “You’re lying! Winona loves me so much, how could she possibly flee? It must be you, you wretch, who tricked her away!” The scene descended into chaos. I was being strangled and couldn’t breathe, yet everyone around just watched coldly without helping. Just then, Winona’s voice came from outside the door. “Austin, I’ve come back to marry you!” Austin released my throat and excitedly placed the wedding veil over Winona’s head. My heart jolted—it seemed all three of us had been reborn. In my previous life, Austin had been injured in the groin by a raging bull, and the doctor declared he would never be able to have children again, unable even to have marital relations. After hearing this, Winona cried at home for hours, then fled in the dead of night while we were all asleep. My father Elliot Simpson sat at home sighing, while my mother Phoebe Simpson cried, saying we’d be laughed at by the villagers, and begged me to marry Austin to make up for Winona’s wrongdoing. I couldn’t bear to see my parents heartbroken, and considering Austin’s upright character, I agreed to marry in her place. When Austin learned the truth, he hugged me excitedly. “Esther, you’re the only one in this world who truly cares for me.” After marriage, I devoted all my energy to the household, working day and night, even seeking doctors and medicine everywhere, finally curing Austin’s condition. However, our life remained impoverished until a merchant named Dylan Wright came from the provincial capital, willing to help Austin in business and promising to make him successful. With Dylan’s support, Austin’s business flourished. He became the wealthiest man in the village, and a few years later, even the richest man in the provincial capital. I thought our days would be peaceful from then on, but Winona’s return shattered that tranquility. She wept at our doorstep, claiming she hadn’t fled the wedding that night, but had been tricked by me into going to the mountain where I knocked her unconscious. Austin believed this clumsy lie without question, slapping me on the spot and even threatening to drown me in the river. I tried desperately to explain but no one would listen. In my fury, I dragged both of them to our mutual destruction. In this life, I was determined to wash away the humiliation of my previous life. Looking at the two lovebirds, since you love each other so deeply, then I’ll fulfill your wishes.

Seeing my silence, Austin’s expression grew even more smug. “I told you so—Winona would never abandon me and run away from our wedding. No matter how much you love me, you can’t use such despicable tactics to break us up!” I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Years of marriage meant nothing compared to a single word from Winona. I spoke calmly: “Since you’re so confident that Winona won’t run away from the wedding, why don’t you open her bag and see what’s really inside?” Winona’s face instantly changed, and she quickly said, “I truly love Austin—I don’t need anything else to prove it!” I sneered, looking directly into her eyes: “Since you put it that way, what’s the harm in letting everyone see?” Austin glared at me: “Esther, stop trying to drive a wedge between us. I’ll never believe a word you say!” Just then, a bystander reached out and knocked the bag off Winona’s shoulder, spilling clothes and money all over the ground. The crowd immediately erupted in gasps of surprise. She had clearly packed all her belongings. “She’s packed so thoroughly—could she really be planning to run away from the wedding?” “I heard Austin has erectile dysfunction. If I were her, I’d run away too.” “That’s so wrong of Winona. If she didn’t want to get married, she should have said so earlier. This is just embarrassing!” Winona looked panicked and quickly knelt down, trying to cover up the scattered items, afraid others might see more: “Going through someone else’s belongings without permission is illegal, don’t you know that?” Austin stared at the items scattered across the ground, and with his private matters being discussed publicly, his face darkened unpredictably as he said in a trembling voice: “Winona, you owe me an explanation!” Winona’s face went pale as she stammered: “I have no idea how these things got here. Austin, you have to believe me—I love you deeply. It must be that bitch Esther who did this! She deliberately put these things in my bag because she’s jealous that you like me, and she wants to frame me! Think about it—why would I carry so much stuff if I was just going to get medicine?” I knew she’d say that. So I went inside and found the note Winona had left behind, which clearly stated that she couldn’t accept a man with erectile dysfunction and had chosen to run away from the wedding. I thought Austin would finally believe me this time, but he didn’t even look at it before tearing the note to shreds: “Enough! I know you love me obsessively, but I won’t let myself be ruined by a slut like you in this lifetime too!” Winona pulled Elliot and Phoebe aside and whispered something to them, and their smiles grew more obvious. I was about to say something else when Elliot slapped me: “It’s one thing for you to make a scene at home trying to steal Austin, but now you’re actually scheming to frame Winona. I’m going to lock you in your room so you can reflect on your behavior!” Phoebe also came over and twisted my ear: “You’ve completely ruined the Simpson family’s reputation!” Winona took the opportunity to link arms with Elliot, acting coquettishly: “You shouldn’t just lock her in her room—don’t give her any food either, so she learns how immoral it is to steal someone else’s man!” With them saying this, I had no way to clear my name. Austin tried to drag me into the room by force. In desperation, I bit down hard on his hand. Austin winced in pain and finally released his grip on my hands, glaring at me: “Your bite really hurts!” I had no time to deal with him and ran straight to Winona’s side, whispering in her ear: “If you dare lock me up, I’ll spill all your secrets!”

Winona’s eyes widened with terror and fury as she stared at me, completely helpless. She knew perfectly well that once this secret came to light, her relationship with Austin would be over for good. Winona and I shared the same room. Every night at midnight, she’d sneak out and wouldn’t return until five in the morning. One time, I was so worried that I quietly followed her. She’d slip away to town and hang around with a bunch of lowlifes, even staying overnight at someone else’s place. Moans and gasps would echo from inside the house until four in the morning. If I exposed this, forget about our village—Winona wouldn’t be able to show her face anywhere in the entire county. While Winona was still hesitating, I cut straight to the threat: “You’d better think this through. If you don’t want to be completely ruined, let me leave.” Reluctantly, she walked over to Austin and whispered, “Today’s our wedding day. Don’t let Esther ruin our mood—just let her go.” Then she turned to Elliot and Phoebe: “Dad, Mom, you’ve always loved me most. You shouldn’t have any objections to this, right? After all, Esther has brought shame to the Simpson family. Keeping her around will only cause more trouble.” Austin wrapped his arms around Winona, his face full of adoration: “You’re absolutely right. We can’t let this bitch ruin our special day.” Turning to me, he snapped: “Get the hell out of here and stop ruining our mood!” I smiled slightly: “I’ll leave, but first you need to pay back the five hundred dollars you owe me!” Austin had come to me earlier, claiming he was short five hundred dollars for wedding gifts. I’d treated him like family and lent him the money without a second thought. Now I had to get every penny back! Austin panicked: “When did I ever owe you money? Stop making things up!” I pulled out the IOU he’d written in his own hand and slapped it right across his face: “This promissory note is crystal clear, complete with your fingerprint. Don’t tell me you can’t even read!” Austin’s face turned ugly. Being exposed for borrowing money from me in front of Elliot and Phoebe was deeply humiliating. He said, “I’ve already spent the money. Give me a few days, and I’ll definitely pay you back.” I’d known all along that this kind of person would be flat broke. In my previous life, I only learned after our marriage that Austin had a serious gambling addiction—any money in his hands would be gone within three days. He hadn’t borrowed money from me for wedding gifts at all—he’d gambled it away. I said, “No problem. I’ll take the radio, bicycle, and refrigerator you brought today. Consider it payment for the five hundred dollars.” Winona wasn’t having it: “Those are my things! What gives you the right to take them?” I smiled politely at her: “Either you pay his debt, or I’m calling the police.” Austin held Winona back: “Once we have money later, these things won’t matter at all. Look how pathetic she is—if she wants them, let her take them.” Hearing this, Winona regained her arrogant demeanor: “When I’m rich someday, you’d better not come begging at my doorstep.” She covered her mouth and laughed smugly. Elliot and Phoebe’s faces turned ashen. They no longer saw me as their daughter, but glared at me like I was their enemy. Elliot said, “Since you’re being so ruthless, from now on we’ll act like we never had a daughter like you!” This was exactly what I wanted to hear. After living through two lifetimes, I finally understood that in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool—once I lost my usefulness, I could be discarded at will. I went inside, grabbed paper and pen, and wrote out a formal declaration severing all family ties. From this day forward, I would have nothing to do with the Simpson family. Before leaving, I couldn’t resist one final jab: “You can’t even afford wedding gifts without borrowing money, yet you dream of getting rich?” I moved to town to settle down. Compared to the village, there was less gossip and idle chatter here, and I finally found some peace and quiet. Just as I stepped out that day, I ran into Austin and Winona. I tried to avoid them, but they blocked my path directly. Austin looked at me with a smug grin and said, “Didn’t you despise me for having erectile dysfunction? Well, I’m different now. But I’m a man you’ll never have in this lifetime, because I belong only to Winona. You don’t deserve to be with me!” Winona blushed coyly, lightly tapping Austin’s chest: “How can you say such things in public? What if Esther gets jealous and tries to steal you away from me? Oh right, she’s not my sister anymore anyway.” I ignored them, but felt a twinge of confusion. Austin couldn’t have recovered so quickly. In my past life, that medicine took me tremendous effort to obtain—there was no way he could know the formula! I couldn’t help but kindly remind him: “When the effects wear off and you’re back to your old self, don’t come crying to me. There might even be side effects!” Austin’s face immediately darkened: “Esther, I was your man in our past life after all. What good does cursing me do you? Last time I shouldn’t have listened to Winona’s advice—I should have locked you in a room and burned you alive to save myself from your constant interference!” I rolled my eyes. Since he couldn’t get that medicine anyway, I might as well tell him the truth: “I don’t have time for your nonsense. Out of pity for you, I’ll tell you…” Before I could finish, Austin suddenly clutched his groin and crouched on the ground, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Winona cried out anxiously: “What’s wrong? You can’t let anything happen to you!” A car happened to pass by, and seeing Austin’s condition, the driver quickly rushed him to the hospital. Winona insisted he was in this state because I had upset him, dragging me to the hospital and demanding I apologize and cover all medical expenses. She said: “If anything happens to Austin, I’ll never forgive you!” I was curious to see what was really going on, so I followed along. After examining Austin, the doctor hemmed and hawed, looking like he had something difficult to say. Winona paced frantically: “Doctor, speak up! What’s wrong with Austin? Was he upset by this woman? No matter how much it costs, she has to pay! You must cure Austin!” Austin lay on the hospital bed unable to move, only able to glare at me viciously: “You bitch, I’ll never let you get away with this!” I couldn’t help but sneer, putting on an innocent expression as I asked the doctor: “Doctor, looking at his condition, his sexual function isn’t completely ruined, is it?”

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Welcome, Class of 2024! This is the girls’ dormitory. To ensure your safety, please follow these rules: 1.Curfew is at 11:00 PM. Do not open the door for ANYONE after that time, including roommates. 2.There are four beds in each room, but more than four “students”. 3.If someone asks to share your bed at night, refuse. 4.Try to choose a top bunk. If you end up with a bottom bunk, don’t look underneath. 5.The dorm supervisor can be trusted. 6.Don’t look at the dorm clock. It will confuse you. Don’t try to fix it either. 7.There are no mirrors in the dorm. If you find one, don’t look directly at it and break it immediately. 8.No visiting other rooms or playing in the hallways. 9.If there are more than three roommates, report it to the dorm supervisor immediately, even if you think they’re your roommates. 10.Salespeople will come to the dorm daily. Buy their items at your discretion; some may be life-saving. 11.If you notice roommates “missing” or “extra”, stay calm and report to the dorm supervisor. She’ll handle it. 12.If you feel dizzy or disoriented, return to your bed immediately, cover yourself with blankets, and ignore anyone speaking to you. 13.If you break any of these rules, don’t try to leave campus. The school is not responsible for your safety off-campus. My parents enrolled me in this school without my consent. This private boarding school boasted an astonishingly high acceptance rate, leading all high schools in our city. Despite never having heard of it before, my parents stubbornly insisted that acceptance rate trumped everything else. Reluctantly, I took the entrance exam and barely scraped by with a passing score. When assigning dorms, I managed to find a room in the farthest corner from the supervisor’s office. I borrowed her computer to check the new student room assignments while she stared at me unblinkingly. The woman looked to be in her forties or fifties, maybe younger, but dressed in an old-fashioned way with a boyish haircut. Uncomfortable under her gaze, I glanced at her. She grinned at me stupidly. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a hint of red in her teeth. Lipstick, perhaps. When I looked back at the screen, I was stunned. “Weren’t there lots of empty rooms just a moment ago?” Hearing my words, she suddenly straightened up and said in a gruff voice: “Yes, but now there’s only one left. Better choose your bed quickly.” I stared at the last remaining room, number 213, with a status of 4/

In just seconds, all the other rooms had filled up, and someone had already chosen this room. Something felt off. As I tried to refresh the page, the computer suddenly opened a new window with a black background and 12 rules written in red text. “What is this…?” I turned around to find the supervisor leaning towards me, her crow’s feet prominent, her smile looking forced and creepy. She put her hand on my shoulder and said: “Oh, that? Must be a virus… There’s only one bed left, dear.” “Choose. Quick.” As soon as she finished speaking, the page disappeared. I was back on the original screen, and sure enough, the status now showed 4/3. She pulled out a key and handed it to me. Despite having a large keyring at her waist, she grabbed this one without hesitation, as if she’d been expecting it. I hesitated, my hand hovering in mid-air. I stared at the “213” on the key, but she shoved it into my hand, urging me to go to my room. I looked up at the dormitory building. When I entered, I noticed a large clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to 11:00 PM, but I distinctly remembered that those 12 strange rules mentioned something about the clock. Don’t look at the dorm clock. It will confuse you. Don’t try to fix it either. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 6:00 PM. The supervisor kept rushing me, saying it was very late and she needed to do room checks soon. I could only lug my heavy suitcase upstairs. Thankfully, the second floor wasn’t too high. But it was eerily quiet. I arrived later than most, but it was still move-in day. Yet all the rooms were silent, with only the sound of my footsteps echoing in the hallway. —Tap, tap, tap. I trudged along, searching for my room, only to find that half the room number had been torn off. Luckily, I could still make it out. I unlocked the door with my key, but the room was empty. I glanced at all the beds, which were bare. But I clearly remembered being the last to choose a room. There should have been at least one person here already. I shook my head, figuring that since I was here, I might as well quickly survey all the beds. If that was the case, I should be able to choose my own bed… right? I’d always disliked bottom bunks, possibly due to my germaphobia. When sleeping on a bottom bunk, roommates would often sit on my bed or carelessly place their things on it. Top bunks offered much more privacy. After a moment’s hesitation, I chose bed number 3. Just as I finished making the bed, I heard the sound of a key in the lock. I stared at the door as two people entered. The first was quite tall, wearing headphones, a t-shirt with letters on it, shorts, and had very short hair. The girl behind her was short, with pigtails, large eyes, and elaborate makeup, like a doll. I’m not good at socializing, so I just glanced at them without saying anything. The short girl with pigtails spoke first, smiling brightly as she asked: “Hi there! I’m Emma. That’s Tessa in front. What’s your name?” Her voice was sweet, too. I couldn’t help but warm to this girl a bit, so I answered: “Lily.” Tessa glanced at me without speaking, then walked straight to the opposite bed and said to Emma: “You take the top bunk. Weren’t you scared?” Emma hesitated for a moment, looking at me and Tessa before carefully asking me: “Lily, did you see those 12 rules?” I had only glanced at them briefly, mostly remembering the parts I’d seen. I nodded and said: “Yeah. Do you believe in that stuff?” Emma bit her lower lip and mumbled: “I think… better safe than sorry, right?” Tessa shrugged indifferently: “You’re just being silly.” They made their beds, and I sat on mine playing with my phone. Around 10 PM, the door suddenly burst open. A girl in an unusual outfit stumbled in, quickly shutting the door behind her. It was as if something was chasing her. We all stopped what we were doing to look at her. She was wearing something like a cosplay outfit, resembling a Japanese shrine maiden’s attire. Her skin was very pale, almost bloodless. Though her movements were frantic, her expression remained calm. She glanced at everyone, said nothing, and silently went to the bunk below mine to make her bed. I noticed she was carrying a large backpack, which she didn’t put aside even while unpacking. After hesitating for a moment, I leaned over and asked her: “Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Her bag looked very heavy. If it were empty, it would be flat, but hers was bulging out of shape. She looked up at me, her expression blank. Instead of answering my question, she asked: “Do you know what time it is?” I checked my phone. It was almost 10 PM, so I got down from my bed to get ready for bed. When I walked to the balcony, I suddenly noticed a mirror hanging in the bathroom, right across from the toilet. That seemed odd. Who would hang a mirror in that position? Emma appeared behind me at some point, patting my shoulder and asking softly: “What are you looking at?” “The mirror.” I didn’t turn around, because I remembered that Emma was very short. She shouldn’t have been able to reach my shoulder like that. But the thing behind me sounded exactly like her. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I probably would have turned around. Her hand on my shoulder was even reaching downward, indicating she was taller than me. I was silent for a moment, suddenly recalling those 12 rules. There are no mirrors in the dorm. If you find one, don’t look directly at it and break it immediately. But I hadn’t looked directly at it. From my angle, I could only see it obliquely. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t broken it immediately. That hand was still on my shoulder. I felt it growing heavier, like it weighed a thousand pounds, and it was ice cold. I coughed and said: “I need to use the bathroom.” “I’ll go with you.” “No need, it’s urgent!” I rushed into the bathroom. There was a mop in the corner, probably left by previous students. I grabbed the mop handle. It was dirty, but I couldn’t break the mirror with my bare hands. I confirmed the mirror’s position, then suddenly stood up, closed my eyes, and smashed it. When I opened my eyes, the wall was blank, without even any mirror shards on the floor. I sighed, looked at the door, and saw that the figure from earlier had vanished. I returned to my bed without a word. Emma was still sitting on her bed playing with her phone. Seeing me return, she asked curiously: “Why were you gone so long?” I looked at her innocent, cute face and sighed softly: “Emma, I think your concerns might be right.” She looked at me, not understanding. I told her everything that had just happened. Her face instantly turned pale. She called Tessa’s name. Tessa was playing a game and looked up at her impatiently. While they were interacting, the girl on the bunk below me suddenly got up, walked to my bedside, and frowned at me: “Why did you tell them?” I was taken aback: “Isn’t it better if everyone is aware and careful?” Rachel stared at me for a while, then looked away and said: “It’s unnecessary. They’ll only drag you down.” She returned to her bed. I leaned over and asked her: “Do you know something?”

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I adopted a wounded werewolf. He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm. But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained. And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back. It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless. Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision— **[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick to his stomach!]** **[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]** The comments appeared just as Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed. His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat. His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip. It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness. I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder. He let out a low groan. His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat-slicked face flushed. His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them. His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck. His voice, deep and husky, whispered: “Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.” A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom. Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm. He was as docile and clingy as ever. But the comments in my mind kept swirling— **[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]** **[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]** My hand froze. Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear. Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me. But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes. I could feel the change in his body beneath me. After a moment, I averted my gaze. “Silas, get off me,” I ordered. His brow tightened at my words. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me. His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg. It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint. “You promised you’d help me tonight…” **[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]** **[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!]** **[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]** **[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]** Seeing those comments, My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest. His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Then, instinctively, he recoiled. My hand hung in mid-air. A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart. He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand. I pulled my hand back. I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand. And tossed it onto the bed. “Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away. I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves. After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry. “Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.” “Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.” After hanging up, I turned to go back inside. I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall. Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom. His eyes were dark and chilling. After a long moment, he quietly asked: “You don’t want me anymore?”

Silas’s gaze sent shivers down my spine. In the past, he was always docile and clingy. Around me, he was more like a giant wolf-dog. Nothing like this now, hidden in the shadows, like a phantom. **[The villainess is finally giving up on the male lead?! The male lead is so happy he’s showing his true colors!]** **[Is the plot moving faster? That’s good! We’ll get to see the male and female leads’ happy sex life soon~]** **[Don’t let Silas’s look fool you, he’s probably ecstatic inside!]** **[After all, with no evil villainess bothering him, he can finally be with his darling female lead!]** The comments flashed rapidly through my mind. And my heart grew colder inch by inch. Meeting his gaze, I said calmly: “You’re an independent being. Now that you’re fully recovered, you should go back.” Silas stared at me silently. After a long pause, he took a step, closing in on me. His intense scent enveloped me. My heart tightened involuntarily. I tried to retreat, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. He pressed my hand against his warm, hard chest. He watched me intently, his eyes glistening. Both wolf ears drooped, making him look surprisingly pitiful. His voice was soft and slow, almost a seduction: “Touch it. It says it doesn’t want to leave you.” Beneath my palm, I felt the powerful thrum of his beating heart. My heart fluttered despite myself. **[The male lead is acting again. The villainess won’t actually fall for it, will she?]** **[Actually, the male lead is already dying to go find his darling female lead!]** **[Wake up, villainess. Who do you think you are? Do you really believe the male lead would be obsessed with you?!]** A sharp pain pierced my heart. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing it, suffocating and unbearable. After a moment, I yanked my hand free from Silas. “You don’t belong here. Leave,” I said coldly. Without another word, I walked into the guest room. I locked the door, pulled the covers over my head, and lay down. Listening to Silas’s low murmurs outside the door, my heart ached with bitterness. The comments kept swirling all night. I didn’t sleep well. But I finally understood that the world I was in was just a novel. And the “comments” were actually the readers’ segment reviews. I accepted this fact almost instantly. After all, the female lead they talked about was Isabelle Sterling, the Sterling family’s cherished daughter. My life had become strange ever since the Sterling family found me, their real biological daughter who was switched at birth, six months ago. Isabelle became what everyone called the “fake heiress.” But that didn’t stop her from still being the Sterling family’s adored daughter, the apple of everyone’s eye. And me, supposedly the real heiress, The Sterlings treated me warily, afraid Isabelle would be upset by her true origins, so they discriminated against me. Even the staff didn’t take me seriously. The day I found Silas, Isabelle accused me of tearing up her piano competition invitation, and the Sterling family threw me out. My birth mother said she regretted finding me if I was so jealous. My biological brother, Ashton, hugged Isabelle protectively and glared at me coldly. In the pouring rain, I said nothing. On my way out, I found Silas, covered in blood. He was barely alive, licking my fingertips weakly. I thought he must have been bullied too. So, in the end, I brought him home. The next morning, the werewolf was gone from the house. The Shifter Registry must have picked him up. I felt a sense of relief. But also a touch of wistfulness. After getting ready, I went to the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences. As soon as I entered the building, a male voice called out to me. “Blair, why do you look so pale?” “Didn’t sleep well?” Landon Price, the new head of my department, was gentle and kind, offering me a cup of coffee. Perhaps because he was an older student from my alma mater, he’d been quite caring towards me lately. I was just about to take the coffee with a smile. When the comments appeared in my mind— **[LOL, the villainess almost thought the male lead was genuinely kind to her!]** **[She’ll never know that the male lead is only approaching her to steal her research results and give them to his darling female lead!]** **[She doesn’t actually think the male lead would like her, does she? Hahaha, a mere villainess isn’t worthy!]** **[In reality, the male lead has long been disgusted by her. Every time he gives her something, he’s totally repulsed!]**

My outstretched hand paused. Landon’s smile remained gentle. But there was a hint of impatience in his eyes from holding the coffee too long. Seeing my troubled expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back. “I have something to do. I can’t chat,” I said flatly. Without waiting for his reply, I stepped directly into the elevator. I’d thought maybe someone would treat me with genuine kindness. But it seemed everyone had their own hidden agenda. Still, my words weren’t entirely an excuse. The institute had recently taken in a batch of mutated creatures. I was busy with their assessment and integration. My life during this period became a routine, a straight line between home and the institute. The house felt a little empty without a werewolf. It was a bit strange at first. But gradually, I felt nothing about it. After all, Silas’s life and mine were just two intersecting lines. After a brief convergence, we would forever diverge. That day, when my work at the institute was done, I walked out of the lab. Peeling off my sterile gloves, I asked my assistant: “Have the last batch of test subjects been sent out?” For evaluated test subjects, aggressive creatures were to be sent to The Federal Institute of Biological Sciences for unified handling. Non-dangerous creatures were to be returned to their owners. My assistant flipped through some files. “All non-aggressive creatures have been returned,” she replied diligently. “However, there’s still one mutated Ragdoll cat left. The researchers here are busy, so it might take a few days to send it off.” I asked for the cat owner’s address. My assistant gave me a location. It wasn’t too far, so I decided to return it myself. I secured the pet carrier in the back seat and drove to the destination. When I arrived at the villa gate, I rang the doorbell. The door opened to a familiar face. “Blair? It’s actually you.” Isabelle, dressed in luxurious, exquisite clothes, looked me up and down. Then she let out a light laugh. “Do you regret leaving the Sterling family?” “So you’ve come to beg me to put in a good word for you?” Isabelle crossed her arms, her tone dismissive and mocking. Her attitude made me feel a little lost. I simply handed her the pet carrier and said blandly: “I’m from the institute. You submitted a mutated Ragdoll cat.” “After evaluation, this cat is non-aggressive. Please ensure its proper care.” The woman took the carrier. Her face showed a hint of surprise when she heard “institute.” Then her eyes turned green with envy and hatred. I remembered shortly after I was found by the Sterling family, my birth mother had talked to me. She’d asked if I could give my research position at the institute to Isabelle. Just because Isabelle liked it. I was astonished. The institute was a federal agency, directly managed by the government. I had gone through layers of selection to get in; it was an extremely competitive process. Moreover, I had already made significant achievements there. Why should I give it up just because she liked it? So I refused. From then on, Isabelle had targeted me at every turn. “What’s there to be proud of, working at the institute?!” The woman scoffed. Just then, footsteps sounded from the living room. “Izzy, who is it? What’s taking so long?” Isabelle’s eyes subtly darkened, and her gaze flickered. She then forcefully grabbed the cat directly from the pet carrier. I sharply warned: “Be careful!” Even if the cat wasn’t aggressive, it was still a mutated species. Without proper care, it could still hurt someone. The next second, I heard the cat’s furious snarls. The cat, agitated, bit and clawed. When Ashton Sterling walked out, he saw the woman’s arms covered in bloody scratch marks. His face immediately hardened. He promptly threw the cat aside. His voice filled with worried tension: “Are you okay, Izzy? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Isabelle’s face was pale from the pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she glanced at me, then quickly clutched Ashton. She feigned innocence and kindness, saying: “It’s okay, brother. Please don’t blame Blair.” “She said this cat was non-aggressive after testing, so I touched it. I never expected…” “Maybe she’s upset that I took what should have been her place, that’s why she did this. But I don’t blame her.” Ashton, hearing this, glared at me, furious. He looked utterly enraged, his chest heaving: “Blair! How could you be so cruel?” “She’s my Sterling family’s precious darling, cherished for over twenty years! How dare an outsider like you bully her?!”

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I adopted a wounded werewolf. He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm. But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained. And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back. It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless. Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision— **[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick to his stomach!]** **[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]** The comments appeared just as Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed. His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat. His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip. It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness. I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder. He let out a low groan. His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat-slicked face flushed. His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them. His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck. His voice, deep and husky, whispered: “Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.” A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom. Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm. He was as docile and clingy as ever. But the comments in my mind kept swirling— **[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]** **[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]** My hand froze. Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear. Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me. But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes. I could feel the change in his body beneath me. After a moment, I averted my gaze. “Silas, get off me,” I ordered. His brow tightened at my words. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me. His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg. It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint. “You promised you’d help me tonight…” **[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]** **[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!]** **[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]** **[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]** Seeing those comments, My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest. His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Then, instinctively, he recoiled. My hand hung in mid-air. A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart. He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand. I pulled my hand back. I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand. And tossed it onto the bed. “Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away. I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves. After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry. “Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.” “Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.” After hanging up, I turned to go back inside. I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall. Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom. His eyes were dark and chilling. After a long moment, he quietly asked: “You don’t want me anymore?”

Silas’s gaze sent shivers down my spine. In the past, he was always docile and clingy. Around me, he was more like a giant wolf-dog. Nothing like this now, hidden in the shadows, like a phantom. **[The villainess is finally giving up on the male lead?! The male lead is so happy he’s showing his true colors!]** **[Is the plot moving faster? That’s good! We’ll get to see the male and female leads’ happy sex life soon~]** **[Don’t let Silas’s look fool you, he’s probably ecstatic inside!]** **[After all, with no evil villainess bothering him, he can finally be with his darling female lead!]** The comments flashed rapidly through my mind. And my heart grew colder inch by inch. Meeting his gaze, I said calmly: “You’re an independent being. Now that you’re fully recovered, you should go back.” Silas stared at me silently. After a long pause, he took a step, closing in on me. His intense scent enveloped me. My heart tightened involuntarily. I tried to retreat, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. He pressed my hand against his warm, hard chest. He watched me intently, his eyes glistening. Both wolf ears drooped, making him look surprisingly pitiful. His voice was soft and slow, almost a seduction: “Touch it. It says it doesn’t want to leave you.” Beneath my palm, I felt the powerful thrum of his beating heart. My heart fluttered despite myself. **[The male lead is acting again. The villainess won’t actually fall for it, will she?]** **[Actually, the male lead is already dying to go find his darling female lead!]** **[Wake up, villainess. Who do you think you are? Do you really believe the male lead would be obsessed with you?!]** A sharp pain pierced my heart. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing it, suffocating and unbearable. After a moment, I yanked my hand free from Silas. “You don’t belong here. Leave,” I said coldly. Without another word, I walked into the guest room. I locked the door, pulled the covers over my head, and lay down. Listening to Silas’s low murmurs outside the door, my heart ached with bitterness. The comments kept swirling all night. I didn’t sleep well. But I finally understood that the world I was in was just a novel. And the “comments” were actually the readers’ segment reviews. I accepted this fact almost instantly. After all, the female lead they talked about was Isabelle Sterling, the Sterling family’s cherished daughter. My life had become strange ever since the Sterling family found me, their real biological daughter who was switched at birth, six months ago. Isabelle became what everyone called the “fake heiress.” But that didn’t stop her from still being the Sterling family’s adored daughter, the apple of everyone’s eye. And me, supposedly the real heiress, The Sterlings treated me warily, afraid Isabelle would be upset by her true origins, so they discriminated against me. Even the staff didn’t take me seriously. The day I found Silas, Isabelle accused me of tearing up her piano competition invitation, and the Sterling family threw me out. My birth mother said she regretted finding me if I was so jealous. My biological brother, Ashton, hugged Isabelle protectively and glared at me coldly. In the pouring rain, I said nothing. On my way out, I found Silas, covered in blood. He was barely alive, licking my fingertips weakly. I thought he must have been bullied too. So, in the end, I brought him home. The next morning, the werewolf was gone from the house. The Shifter Registry must have picked him up. I felt a sense of relief. But also a touch of wistfulness. After getting ready, I went to the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences. As soon as I entered the building, a male voice called out to me. “Blair, why do you look so pale?” “Didn’t sleep well?” Landon Price, the new head of my department, was gentle and kind, offering me a cup of coffee. Perhaps because he was an older student from my alma mater, he’d been quite caring towards me lately. I was just about to take the coffee with a smile. When the comments appeared in my mind— **[LOL, the villainess almost thought the male lead was genuinely kind to her!]** **[She’ll never know that the male lead is only approaching her to steal her research results and give them to his darling female lead!]** **[She doesn’t actually think the male lead would like her, does she? Hahaha, a mere villainess isn’t worthy!]** **[In reality, the male lead has long been disgusted by her. Every time he gives her something, he’s totally repulsed!]**

My outstretched hand paused. Landon’s smile remained gentle. But there was a hint of impatience in his eyes from holding the coffee too long. Seeing my troubled expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back. “I have something to do. I can’t chat,” I said flatly. Without waiting for his reply, I stepped directly into the elevator. I’d thought maybe someone would treat me with genuine kindness. But it seemed everyone had their own hidden agenda. Still, my words weren’t entirely an excuse. The institute had recently taken in a batch of mutated creatures. I was busy with their assessment and integration. My life during this period became a routine, a straight line between home and the institute. The house felt a little empty without a werewolf. It was a bit strange at first. But gradually, I felt nothing about it. After all, Silas’s life and mine were just two intersecting lines. After a brief convergence, we would forever diverge. That day, when my work at the institute was done, I walked out of the lab. Peeling off my sterile gloves, I asked my assistant: “Have the last batch of test subjects been sent out?” For evaluated test subjects, aggressive creatures were to be sent to The Federal Institute of Biological Sciences for unified handling. Non-dangerous creatures were to be returned to their owners. My assistant flipped through some files. “All non-aggressive creatures have been returned,” she replied diligently. “However, there’s still one mutated Ragdoll cat left. The researchers here are busy, so it might take a few days to send it off.” I asked for the cat owner’s address. My assistant gave me a location. It wasn’t too far, so I decided to return it myself. I secured the pet carrier in the back seat and drove to the destination. When I arrived at the villa gate, I rang the doorbell. The door opened to a familiar face. “Blair? It’s actually you.” Isabelle, dressed in luxurious, exquisite clothes, looked me up and down. Then she let out a light laugh. “Do you regret leaving the Sterling family?” “So you’ve come to beg me to put in a good word for you?” Isabelle crossed her arms, her tone dismissive and mocking. Her attitude made me feel a little lost. I simply handed her the pet carrier and said blandly: “I’m from the institute. You submitted a mutated Ragdoll cat.” “After evaluation, this cat is non-aggressive. Please ensure its proper care.” The woman took the carrier. Her face showed a hint of surprise when she heard “institute.” Then her eyes turned green with envy and hatred. I remembered shortly after I was found by the Sterling family, my birth mother had talked to me. She’d asked if I could give my research position at the institute to Isabelle. Just because Isabelle liked it. I was astonished. The institute was a federal agency, directly managed by the government. I had gone through layers of selection to get in; it was an extremely competitive process. Moreover, I had already made significant achievements there. Why should I give it up just because she liked it? So I refused. From then on, Isabelle had targeted me at every turn. “What’s there to be proud of, working at the institute?!” The woman scoffed. Just then, footsteps sounded from the living room. “Izzy, who is it? What’s taking so long?” Isabelle’s eyes subtly darkened, and her gaze flickered. She then forcefully grabbed the cat directly from the pet carrier. I sharply warned: “Be careful!” Even if the cat wasn’t aggressive, it was still a mutated species. Without proper care, it could still hurt someone. The next second, I heard the cat’s furious snarls. The cat, agitated, bit and clawed. When Ashton Sterling walked out, he saw the woman’s arms covered in bloody scratch marks. His face immediately hardened. He promptly threw the cat aside. His voice filled with worried tension: “Are you okay, Izzy? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Isabelle’s face was pale from the pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she glanced at me, then quickly clutched Ashton. She feigned innocence and kindness, saying: “It’s okay, brother. Please don’t blame Blair.” “She said this cat was non-aggressive after testing, so I touched it. I never expected…” “Maybe she’s upset that I took what should have been her place, that’s why she did this. But I don’t blame her.” Ashton, hearing this, glared at me, furious. He looked utterly enraged, his chest heaving: “Blair! How could you be so cruel?” “She’s my Sterling family’s precious darling, cherished for over twenty years! How dare an outsider like you bully her?!”

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I’m Freya Sanchez, and on the very first day my boyfriend Julius Harris and I made our relationship official, he insisted on handing over his salary for me to manage. He said marriage was inevitable, and he’d only feel secure giving his money to his future wife. On our engagement day, Julius suddenly demanded I produce the $960,000 in savings I’d been managing for the past four years. He said, “I’ve been giving you $20,000 every month for four years—that’s $960,000 total. After daily expenses, there should be at least $800,000 left, right? I don’t want my parents paying for our wedding. How about we use my savings instead? $600,000 for the down payment on a new house, and $200,000 to buy you wedding gifts.” I was completely stunned. “But there’s not a penny of your money left!” Julius immediately flew into a rage. “You spent all $960,000!” His mother Monica Harris also erupted in anger: “What did you do with all that money? What shameful things have you been up to? This wedding is off!” Julius insisted on checking the accounts, so I immediately pulled out the receipts in front of everyone. But suddenly Monica panicked. On our engagement day, both Julius’s and my family and friends were present to discuss our wedding plans. Everything was going smoothly until one of Julius’s relatives said with a smile, “No wonder everyone says Freya’s great with money—she must have saved quite a bit for Julius over these four years, right? Now you’ll have enough for the wedding without either family having to worry about it.” I was completely confused, thinking, “I saved money for Julius?” Before I could react, Monica suddenly started wiping away tears. “Julius, my dear son. You’re so afraid of burdening us that you don’t want us to spend a penny on your wedding—you’ve saved up enough yourself. I’m so proud of you.” I didn’t understand what was happening. Julius’s relatives were all moved. Julius was also emotional and immediately took my hand. “I’ve been giving you $20,000 every month for four years—that’s $960,000 total. After expenses, there should be at least $800,000 left. I don’t want my parents paying for our wedding. How about we use my savings instead? $600,000 for the down payment on a new house, and $200,000 to buy you wedding gifts.” I looked bewildered, but he kept going: “Your family can handle the renovation costs and furniture—we can put both our names on the deed. $800,000 is just right. Freya, don’t think it’s too little—this is the most I can give you.” My parents Kevin and Julia Sanchez believed it, actually thinking Julius had $800,000 saved with me. Combined with his words, they looked at him with even more admiration. Julia even agreed on the spot to cover renovation and appliance costs. “Since Julius is being so sincere, of course we have no problem with that!” Envious voices surrounded us. “How wonderful—both families are so generous and easy to work with. Julius is really something—this couple’s going to have such a sweet life together.” But I couldn’t join in this enthusiastic atmosphere and pulled my hand from Julius’s grasp. “Are you sure you have $800,000 saved with me?” The relatives who had just been moved suddenly looked confused. Facing everyone’s stares, Julius paused for a moment, then straightened up. “Of course! $20,000 a month, that’s $240,000 a year, and $960,000 over four years. After expenses, getting back $800,000 isn’t unreasonable, is it?” I laughed bitterly. “So you’re saying your personal expenses for a whole year were only $40,000? An average of $3,000 per month? Julius, think carefully before you speak.” Only then did I fully realize how wrong this whole situation was. If I foolishly admitted to this $800,000 in front of all these people today, I’d never be able to explain myself later. Without even thinking, Julius blurted out, “Of course! I don’t smoke, I occasionally have drinks with friends—how much could I possibly spend in a month?” My expression darkened. “What if I told you that your money—there’s not a penny left?”

Julius said, “How is that possible? Freya, you’ve got to be kidding me.” In front of all our relatives, he struggled to maintain his gentlemanly composure. The first half of his sentence nearly cracked, while he forcibly lowered his voice for the second half. Monica also forgot about her dramatics and stopped her tears. Julia sensed something was wrong and asked me with a frown, “Freya, what’s really going on?” I pressed my lips together and raised my voice to ensure everyone present could hear clearly: “Julius does indeed hand over his salary to me every month on time, but the apartment we rent together for work convenience costs five thousand dollars a month…” Before I could finish, Julia immediately grasped the key point: “Even if you each pay half, Julius claims his monthly expenses are over three thousand dollars. After deducting that twenty-five hundred, the remaining money wouldn’t even cover drinks with his friends, would it?” Every member of the Harris family’s smile instantly froze. Julius’s face also showed some embarrassment, but he still tried to speak in a calm tone: “Freya, I know my monthly expenses might be more than that, but it’s impossible that I spent everything, right? Tell me the truth—how much of the money I gave you is left?” I shrugged. “Like I said, not a penny.” Realizing I was serious, Julius finally lost his composure and stood up from his chair: “You spent all nine hundred thousand dollars?” His sudden outburst startled me, leaving me momentarily stunned. The cold, ruthless man before me with his twisted expression was hard to believe was the same lover I’d spent four years with day and night. Monica completely exploded too, beginning to cry and shout: “You squandered all that money—what shameful things did you do? You two are not getting married!” The Harris family relatives also began whispering among themselves. “Julius is the most promising of the younger generation in the Harris family. How could someone who earns so much money in a year have nothing left?” “Looks like young people dating really is expensive. I’ll need to find a frugal wife for my son.” “Exactly. I used to think Freya was quite virtuous and good with money, but turns out she’s a gold digger.” Kevin and Julia’s faces darkened upon hearing these harsh words. But they knew my character and understood I wasn’t someone who spent money recklessly. Kevin quietly signaled to me: “Freya, clear things up right now. We won’t take advantage of anyone, but we won’t let anyone bully us either.” Sharp-eared Monica continued crying while speaking sarcastically: “Not taking advantage? A million dollars all spent—how much has your daughter enjoyed these four years with Julius? How could she possibly be at a loss?” Julia, being a decent person, couldn’t stoop to acting like a shrew, and her face flushed with anger: “Freya, even between close siblings, accounts should be settled clearly—you should understand this principle, right? Don’t give people ammunition to use against you! Since everyone’s here today, why don’t we settle the accounts in front of everyone!” Settle accounts? Of course we should. The Harris family relatives were all craning their necks, waiting for the show, so how could I disappoint them?

I pointed at Julius’s suit and said, “That suit you’re wearing is worth thirty-eight thousand dollars, your shirt is eighty-nine hundred dollars, those shoes are five thousand dollars, and even your tie is a designer piece worth over two thousand dollars. You have at least seven or eight outfits like this in your closet.” Immediately, whispered calculations filled the air around us, with some people even pulling out their phones to use calculators. The final conclusion was jaw-dropping: “My God, just these few outfits alone cost over four hundred thousand dollars!” Julius clearly hadn’t expected his expenses to be so astronomical. He lost some of his confidence, and even his parents stood there stunned. After a long pause, he finally managed to speak: “Some of those clothes were birthday gifts from you. You’re not planning to count those against me, are you? Using my money to buy me presents? That’s quite a stretch.” I was so angry I laughed: “When did I ever say I was counting those against you?” At most, I could only blame myself for falling for the wrong person and being too generous with him. After saying this, my gaze fell on his wrist. That watch was a Christmas birthday gift I’d given him this year. I had told him it only cost a few tens of thousands of dollars, when it actually cost hundreds of thousands. Before today, Julius and I had gotten along fairly well. Though he had some vanity and pretentiousness that came with his rural background suddenly becoming wealthy – which put him on a different level from me, a first-tier city only child – he didn’t have any other major flaws and was considerate toward me. Especially when it came to food, clothing, housing, and transportation, we were very compatible and had similar tastes. Unlike other rural guys who were penny-pinchers, he was quite generous with his spending. I just never realized his generosity came from spending all my money without any burden, as if I were an inexhaustible treasury. After tearing away this glamorous facade, our four-year relationship turned out to be so fragile. To protect his pride and dignity, I didn’t even dare reveal my true income and family background. When he said his monthly salary was twenty thousand dollars, I deliberately understated mine by five thousand. Looking back now, it was completely unnecessary! Noticing my gaze, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to cover the watch: “This was a Christmas birthday gift from you this year! This shouldn’t count either, right?” A wave of disgust rose in my chest: “I know, I’m not planning to count everything. I just want to ask you one more time – do we need to keep calculating this account? Will you admit that you have absolutely no savings from what you’ve earned while with me?” Julius shouted irritably: “Calculate! Of course we should calculate! Even if half of those outfits were bought by me, that’s only around two hundred thousand dollars, and those were work necessities. If you say I have nothing left, where did all the money go? I really want to see what other tricks you can come up with besides these major expenses!” I nodded and pulled out my phone, opening my usual expense tracking app: “These are our daily living expenses. Rent is five thousand dollars a month, utilities, gas, tissues and other miscellaneous expenses are a thousand dollars a month, and in summer the electricity bill goes up another thousand. “Besides that, you can’t cook and I don’t have time to, so we handle breakfast and lunch at the office, and for dinner we either order takeout or eat at restaurants – that’s at least three to four thousand dollars a month. “And you don’t just occasionally go out drinking with friends – it’s at least ten times a month, and you ask me for money every time. On average, that’s five thousand dollars a month. You alone spend ten thousand dollars a month!” Julius gritted his teeth: “Fine, even if you give me ten thousand dollars a month, that’s four hundred and eighty thousand over four years, plus the two hundred thousand I spent on clothes, that’s less than seven hundred thousand total. But over these four years, I’ve given you nearly a million dollars! Where’s the rest of the money?” Just then, Monica suddenly looked panicked and pressed Julius back into his chair: “Julius, stop calculating!” Everyone could see this bizarre turn of events clearly—my parents and I were all watching in disbelief. Julius looked equally confused. “Mom, what are you doing? Of course we need to settle the accounts. How can we get married without clearing this up? You were just saying—” Monica quickly covered his mouth and gave Julia an awkward laugh. “We got a bit carried away earlier and said some inappropriate things. But with so much money involved, we were naturally anxious. Please don’t take offense—we didn’t mean to make a scene. We’re all family here, no need to keep separate accounts. Julius’s money is Freya’s money too, so there’s no need to be so precise about it. Everyone must be hungry, right? Let’s have the waiters bring out the food.” But Julius wouldn’t listen. He pushed Monica’s hand away. “Mom! How can we eat at a time like this? According to Freya, I don’t have a penny left. What am I supposed to use for the wedding? Your money? I can’t do that! If she doesn’t settle these accounts with me today, this isn’t over!” I immediately shot back, “Even if we do settle the accounts, I’m not marrying you anymore. I’m afraid if I marry into your family, I’ll be schemed against until there’s nothing left of me!” A sharp slap rang out, and the entire room fell dead silent. I clutched my burning cheek, staring in disbelief at Julius’s father, Derek Harris. Derek had been sitting there silently with a dark expression the whole time. I never expected him to suddenly lash out and deliver such a resounding slap. He cursed furiously, “You bitch! You took my son’s money to support some other man, didn’t you? Otherwise, how could you blow through $180,000? Julius marrying you would be our family’s misfortune!” His words were even more vicious than Julius’s and Monica’s. My parents snapped out of their shock, shielding me while shoving Derek. When Julius saw my father grab his dad by the collar, he actually stepped in to help, pushing my father to the ground. Seeing this, I couldn’t care about anything else. I rushed forward and slapped Julius hard across the face. “How dare you hit my dad! You bastard!” When Monica saw me hit Julius, she came at me, clawing and scratching. Julia naturally couldn’t stand by and watch. Forgetting all about maintaining her composure, she rushed forward and got into a tussle with Monica. The scene descended into complete chaos. What made it even worse was that relatives from both sides initially tried to break up the fight, but somehow it escalated into an all-out brawl. The room filled with curses and sounds of fighting. That bastard Julius even managed to kick me twice in the confusion. Just as the situation was about to spiral completely out of control, the restaurant manager burst into the private dining room with security guards. “Stop fighting! If you don’t stop, I’m calling the police!” Under the forceful intervention of the security guards, both sides finally stopped. We didn’t have many relatives here today, but Julius’s side had at least ten people. We took quite a beating—even Julia had scratches on her face. Julius spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the floor, pushed back his sweat-soaked hair, revealing several scratch marks I’d left on his forehead. “Freya, I don’t think we should let it get this bad. We’ve been together for four years—how can we just turn on each other like this? Look, we don’t have to call off the wedding. I’ve thought of a solution. I still have over $200,000 with you—consider it my wedding gift to you. Have your parents use the money they set aside for renovations and appliances as a down payment for the house, and I’ll pay them back later. Let’s just pretend today never happened.” Never happened? He kicked me twice during the fight, both sides nearly fought to the death, and now right after the brawl, he wants to tell me it “never happened”? He was thinking way too simply! I screamed at him, “In your dreams! No way!” Seeing me curse at him, he dropped all pretense and yelled back, “Fine! Freya, you’re really something. We’re not getting married then! Transfer that $200,000 back to me right now, or this isn’t over!” Clutching my aching stomach, I shouted, “I’m sending you all the receipts right now. Open your eyes wide and look carefully—not only do you have nothing left, you actually owe me $100,000! If you don’t pay me back, this isn’t over! If you want to settle accounts, let’s do it now. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me right away. Let’s get this straight once and for all so you won’t come back to disgust me later!” With that, I sent over all the receipts and bank transfer records I had on hand. Just as Julius was about to check his phone, Monica suddenly knocked it out of his hands with a violent swipe.

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