Author: Momo Chan

On our wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t accompany me due to a business trip, so he had his secretary deliver a car to me. Over the phone, my husband said apologetically, “Honey, I’m really sorry I can’t be with you for our anniversary. Please don’t be angry, okay? I’ve sent you a car, and there’s a heartfelt message for you in the dash cam. You’ll definitely be moved to tears when you see it.” However, what I found in the dash cam was footage of naked bodies passionately entangled, along with used condoms thrown on the back seat. I gripped my phone tightly and coldly uttered a single word: “Fine.” I wasn’t angry. Because I knew perfectly well that he was about to “die” by my hand! 1 Besides the condom tossed on the car seat, there were torn stockings piled in the corner of the back seat. Suppressing the wave of nausea rising in my throat, I closed the car door and handed the keys back to Caleb’s secretary. As I turned away, I noticed an identical car—same model and color—parked in a nearby spot. When she saw me staring at that car, the secretary visibly became uncomfortable. After my persistent questioning, she reluctantly revealed the truth. It turned out Caleb Moore had given the same car model to both me and his mistress for convenience. He had left in a hurry and grabbed the wrong keys, which led to the secretary delivering the wrong car. I felt like the biggest fool who ever lived. The woman intimately entangled with Caleb in the dash cam footage was Bella Scott, a poor student I had been sponsoring. Five years ago, I met Bella during a countryside trip for inspiration. She had just finished her middle school exams, and her parents were forcing her to drop out of school to marry a crippled man from the village for the bride price. Desperate to continue her education, Bella knelt before me, begging for my sponsorship. As an orphan who had struggled to attend university myself, I wanted to provide the shelter I never had. Without hesitation, I agreed to sponsor her, and I continued to do so for five full years. Never did I imagine I was nurturing a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would spend my money and sleep with my husband. What I found most unacceptable was that Caleb had even bought her a house in our neighborhood. At the same time, I finally understood… Why Caleb, who had never enjoyed running before, suddenly fell in love with night jogging a year ago, going out every evening. It was all just an excuse to meet with Bella. Several times I offered to join him, but he always found reasons to refuse. Apparently, his so-called “jogging” was actually happening in Bella’s bed. Later, Caleb seemed unsatisfied with just those two hours of “night jogging” and frequently used business trips as an excuse to stay away from home every few days. Even when he was home, his phone never left his hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time Caleb had shared a meal with me. Last month on my birthday, Caleb was unusually at home with me. But halfway through dinner, he suddenly claimed there was an emergency at work and rushed out, leaving me behind. Faced with his coldness, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking it might be the seven-year itch that would pass with time. Now I understood it wasn’t any seven-year itch—he had simply fallen out of love with me long ago. These realizations pierced my heart like countless steel needles, each one twisting deeper with every breath I took. I found Bella in my WhatsApp contacts and opened her Facebook page. Looking at it now, I realized her Facebook was filled with traces of Caleb. On her birthday, the man holding her hand while cutting the cake was Caleb; in the rain, the man holding an umbrella for her while his own shoulder got wet was also Caleb… I had never paid close attention to these details before, but now they became sharp thorns with nowhere to hide from. Caleb returned the next day. To make up for missing our wedding anniversary, he pulled out a necklace from behind his back and said, “Honey, don’t be angry anymore. I bought this for you during my business trip. I fell in love with it at first sight, just like when I fell for you!” Seeing that necklace, any remaining hope I had for him completely vanished. The necklace was a free gift that came with a luxury brand handbag—the same handbag I had just seen on Bella’s Facebook yesterday. It was from her post a month ago with the caption: “I mentioned it once, and someone specially flew to get it for me. Someone who loves you will remember every word you say.” I looked at him coldly, my eyes showing no emotion, and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared the night before, saying: “Sign it.”

2 Caleb stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, as if he had anticipated this all along. He didn’t take the divorce papers seriously at all. Without even looking at them, he simply tore them up. “Violet Hughes, you’d better think this through. Without me, you have nothing. If you maintain the status quo, at least you’re still Mrs. Moore.” “I know this is hard for you to accept, but after so many years together, we’ve lost that spark. It’s entirely my fault, not Bella’s. She’s just a student. If you want to vent your anger, direct it at me, not her.” Caleb was right. Once I left him, I would truly have nothing. I was an orphan; my parents died when I was very young. In school, I was often bullied by classmates, and it was Caleb who stood up for me and protected me. Back then, Caleb was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving me a home and warmth. Throughout our marriage, I had been trying so hard, perhaps hoping to become better, to be worthy of his kindness. “Caleb, what exactly do you want?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. “Violet, stop this nonsense! We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down!” Caleb snapped impatiently. As Caleb tried to leave, he roughly pushed me aside, causing my back to slam hard against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, followed by a warm flow between my legs. That warm, sticky sensation made my heart clench with terror. A dreadful premonition washed over me, and I instinctively looked down at myself. “Violet, you’re… you’re bleeding!” Caleb’s voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide open, staring at my lower body. But he quickly came to his senses and, without hesitation, scooped me up and rushed to the hospital. The doctor said I had miscarried due to extreme emotional distress combined with the physical impact. The child I had struggled so hard to conceive was gone just like that. My tears finally broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. In that moment, my world seemed to collapse into a deafening silence. Caleb and I had been married for seven years without conceiving a child. To have a child of our own, we decided to try IVF. For over a year, I had forced myself to endure excruciating pain, giving myself ovulation injections every day. Back then, when Caleb saw the countless needle marks on my stomach, he would hold me and cry like a child. He was heartbroken for me, throwing away the injection needles and refusing to let me continue. Caleb had said very seriously: “We’re not trying for a baby anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this. Having you is enough for me! I’ll handle things with my parents.” But now everything had changed. Even though Caleb sat by my hospital bed, his heart was elsewhere. He was busy texting Bella. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could clearly see his phone screen. “Baby, be good, don’t make a fuss. Something came up here, and I can’t come back tonight,” he wrote with obvious impatience. “No way, I want you to come back now. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. If you come back within ten minutes, baby will let you do whatever you want. Hurry! This offer won’t last~” came Bella’s flirtatious reply. Bella had also sent a photo of herself in black stockings. Caleb’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, the hungry desire in his eyes making my stomach turn with disgust. Seeing that I seemed somewhat stable, he made up a flimsy excuse and hurriedly left. After that day, Caleb never came back to the hospital. Whether it was true or not, we both knew the reality. A week later, when I had recovered enough, I checked myself out of the hospital. On the way home from the hospital, the taxi driver was scrolling through short videos while waiting at a red light. The driver suddenly muttered, “How could this college girl do this! So young, yet becoming a home-wrecker for money.” I glanced over at the sound, and in the video, a group of middle-aged women had stormed into a university to beat up a woman who had been sleeping with someone’s husband. To my shock, the home-wrecker in the video was Bella. Even more surprising was that the woman leading the attack was my mother-in-law, Caleb’s mother!

3 This time, my mother-in-law brought two of her friends to cause trouble at Bella’s school. One pulled Bella’s hair, another yanked at her clothes, while the third slapped her face… The situation escalated until the school had no choice but to call the police. In the end, all four women were taken to the police station. The driver dropped me off at our residential complex. As I got out of the car, my mind was preoccupied with wondering why Caleb’s mother would suddenly go to Bella’s school to assault her. I didn’t notice Caleb approaching from the opposite direction. He walked up to me and delivered a vicious slap across my face. “Violet, you’re so cruel!” he spat. I held my stinging cheek, staring in disbelief at the man before me. Caleb actually hit me? My face burned with pain, but my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. “I told you to take your anger out on me! Why are you targeting Bella? She’s just a student!” he shouted. Caleb glared at me venomously, his words coming through gritted teeth. “You’re such a manipulative woman. Using others to do your dirty work! Our divorce is between us—why drag my mother into this? Why make her help you get revenge by encouraging her to cause a scene at Bella’s school?” So that’s it—he thought I was the one who told his mother. I let out a cold laugh and said deliberately, emphasizing each word: “Caleb, whether you believe it or not, I never told your mother about what’s happening between us! And I certainly didn’t ask her to harass Bella at school!” “Violet, you dare to deny it? I’m warning you—if anything happens to the baby Bella is carrying, you won’t leave the hospital alive.” Seeing that I remained silent, Caleb assumed I felt guilty and continued, “Violet, you’ve disappointed me completely. Just because you can’t have children yourself, you want to destroy Bella’s baby. I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman!” The man standing before me felt utterly foreign. The way he raged at me for the sake of his mistress disgusted me to my core. The one who had been blind was me, not him. I was about to take out the newly printed divorce agreement when my mother-in-law’s furious voice suddenly came from behind me. “Caleb!!” “Mom, why are you here?” Caleb had barely reached his mother when— SLAP! She struck him hard across the face. “You ungrateful son!” She pointed at Caleb’s nose, trembling with rage. “Tell me honestly, what’s your relationship with Bella? And why did you bail her out of the police station?” Caleb hadn’t expected his mother to be so angry. “Mom! I’m your own son! Why aren’t you on my side? You’d rather listen to Violet and cause trouble at Bella’s school instead of helping me? Did you even think about how Bella will continue studying there after what you’ve done? If I hadn’t found a lawyer to get you released, you’d still be locked up at the police station!” I didn’t want to watch this mother-son argument anymore and turned to leave, but Caleb grabbed my arm. “Violet, don’t go! Tell Mom this is all a misunderstanding!” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “Caleb, you got Bella pregnant and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?” As soon as I said this, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Violet, what did you just say?” Caleb clearly hadn’t expected me to reveal this in public and visibly panicked. My mother-in-law pressed on: “Caleb, is what Violet saying true? Is Bella really pregnant with your child?” Caleb couldn’t look his mother in the eye as he answered, “Yes.” Upon hearing this, my mother-in-law immediately slapped him again. She was about to strike him once more when she suddenly lost her balance and began to fall backward. Caleb reacted quickly, catching her in his arms. In his embrace, my mother-in-law broke down sobbing: “What sins has our Moore family committed to deserve this? Caleb, don’t you know that vixen Bella was your father’s mistress?!”

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My housekeeper never seems to understand what I say. When I mentioned wanting fish, she immediately bought ten fish. When I said the house was messy, she threw away all our unused items in one go. I was beside myself with anger and planned to fire her, but my boyfriend stepped in saying, “She’s just not very bright, why are you getting so upset with her…” Later when I had a fever and asked her to buy fever medication, she returned with blood pressure pills instead. That’s how she killed me. Only after my death did I discover that the housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. They had been conspiring all along to steal my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I told the housekeeper I wanted fish. 1 “Zoe Stone, here are the fish you insisted on having.” “Ten of them! That should be more than enough for you!” A sharp, impatient voice rang in my ears. I snapped back to reality to see my housekeeper Fiona walking through the door with a basket full of fish. From the moment she entered, Fiona Turner’s eyes carried obvious disapproval. “Zoe, you do nothing all day, don’t go out to earn money, and just make one demand after another. If you ask me, you should focus more on your boyfriend. He’s exhausted from work every day!” “I’m telling you this for your own good, so don’t brush it off. In ancient times, women lived to serve men. Someone like you would have been drowned in a pig cage, an ancient punishment for women!” After scolding me and getting no response, Fiona reluctantly walked into the kitchen. I stared at Fiona’s back as she cooked the fish, finally comprehending what had happened. I had actually been reborn. In my previous life, on this very day, I told my housekeeper Fiona I wanted fish. She bought ten fish at once and prepared a table full of fish dishes. But as it turned out, she had bought stale, dead fish, which gave me diarrhea and acute gastroenteritis after eating. Afterward, she shifted the blame to me, claiming my stomach was too delicate. Once, seeing the house in disarray, I asked her to tidy up. She immediately threw away all the unused items in the house and accused me of making trouble for no reason. I was beside myself with anger and wanted to fire her, but my boyfriend Jones Turner defended her: “She’s just not very smart, why are you making such a big deal about it!” “Stop acting like a princess. It’s so pretentious to put on airs with your elders!” For my boyfriend’s sake, I had to let it go. Later one night, I developed a high fever and asked Fiona to buy me fever medication. Instead, she brought back blood pressure pills, which ultimately led to my death. In my final moment, I saw Fiona and Jones celebrating wildly. “Mom, she’s finally dead! Now all the money and the company belong to us!” As it turned out, my housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. These two had been plotting to take my assets from the beginning. Thankfully, fate was kind to me, and I was reborn to the day Fiona bought the stale fish.

2 The scene of my tragic death in my previous life still vividly floated before my eyes. It took me quite a while to finally suppress the hatred in my heart. Looking at Fiona bustling in the kitchen, I smiled coldly and took out my phone to text Jones, asking him to come home early for dinner. This time, those rotten fish would end up in Jones’s stomach. Just as Fiona placed the last dish on the table, Jones arrived home. Seeing him enter, Fiona froze for a moment and asked, “Jones, why are you home early?” Jones glanced at her and replied flatly, “Hmm, Zoe asked me to come home for fish.” Then, he sat down beside me, took my hand, and gazed at me lovingly, saying, “My darling Zoe is so thoughtful, knowing I love fish and specially calling me home.” I smiled and discreetly withdrew my hand. Usually, Jones rarely ate at home due to business engagements. This time, I deliberately called him back. While Jones was still being affectionate with me, he had no idea that Fiona was already growing restless. As we prepared to eat, Fiona kept trying to find excuses to speak with Jones alone, but I interrupted her each time. I knew perfectly well that this table full of rotten fish was specially prepared by Fiona for me, and she certainly didn’t want her precious son eating such unclean food. But I was determined to make Jones finish all the fish. I deliberately served Jones a large piece of fish and said sweetly, “Baby works so hard to support our family. Since you love fish, have some more!” Jones beamed with a silly smile and stuffed the fish from his plate into his mouth in large bites. Seeing this, Fiona immediately raised her hand to stop him, shouting, “Don’t eat it!” I understood what was happening, but still pretended to be startled and asked, “Aunt Turner, what are you doing?” Jones was also startled, looking at Fiona in confusion. Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but seeing me staring directly at her, she couldn’t utter a word. Finding it amusing, I deliberately said, “Aunt Turner, is this fish inedible? Then why did you buy it?” She obviously became flustered, her fingers nervously picking at her apron as she stammered an excuse, “How… how could that be! These are all carefully selected good fish. I was just worried that Jones was eating too fast and might choke on a bone.” After saying this, she seemed to make a big decision, using her fork to put a piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, “Delicious, this fish is so fresh!” After that, Jones began to eat heartily, mumbling about how good it was, while I kept serving him more. On the surface, I was attentive, saying, “Fish is good for your health, eat more!” In reality, I was relishing every moment of it. Noticing I hadn’t eaten a bite, Fiona tried to persuade me: “Zoe, you specifically asked me to buy fish, why aren’t you eating? Do you think my cooking isn’t good?” She was playing her usual troublemaking game. This time, instead of arguing with her as usual, I put on a hurt expression and said, “Aunt Turner, how can you twist my words in front of Jones? I’m just having a bit of stomach discomfort. If others heard what you said, they might think I’m bullying you! Besides, I asked you to buy fish precisely because Jones loves it!” As I spoke, I covered my stomach with my hand, my eyes reddening as I looked toward Jones. Jones glanced at Fiona, frowning as he said to her, “Aunt Turner, I hired you to take good care of Zoe, not to bully her.” At this, Fiona stood there dumbfounded, her face flushed red with embarrassment, not knowing what to do. I tactfully displayed generosity and spoke up to ease the tension. Finally, watching Jones finish all the rotten fish on the table, I felt completely satisfied. Shortly after going to bed that night, Jones began to have stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had deliberately blocked the bathroom door earlier.

3 Jones paced anxiously around the living room. Unable to hold it any longer, he shouted at my bedroom: “Zoe, Zoe, the bathroom door is broken! I can’t open it! Call property management right away!” I pretended to be asleep, ignoring his calls. Fiona, however, woke up from the noise and joined Jones in his panic as they stared helplessly at each other. A few minutes later, I heard a “thud” followed by Fiona’s shocked exclamation: “Son, did you just soil yourself?!” I hid under my blanket, silently laughing as they embarrassed themselves. Only after Jones was completely exhausted from his ordeal did I finally open my door, pretending to have just woken up with drowsy eyes. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jones lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He reeked of a foul smell, his face as white as a sheet, wincing in pain with his eyes starting to lose focus. Fiona wailed beside him: “Jones, you can’t be like this! Wake up!” I quickly put on an act of concern: “Jones, what happened to you? I’ll call an ambulance right away.” By the time we reached the hospital, Jones had already passed out. Upon examination, the doctor said he had food poisoning that triggered acute gastroenteritis, nearly threatening his life. After being discharged, Jones constantly gave Fiona the cold shoulder, occasionally berating her: “I don’t know what you’re good for. You’re absolutely useless!” Fiona could only apologize submissively. Just when things had barely settled down, Fiona started causing trouble again. She made an excuse about being busy and asked me to deliver nutritious soup to Jones at his company. I agreed readily and left with the soup container. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed several movers heading upstairs. About five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a notification. I checked my home security camera and sure enough, those movers who had passed me were now in my apartment. And Fiona was busily directing them to remove my personal belongings. I smirked coldly, tossed the bag containing the thermos of soup into a garbage bin, and sat in the community park, watching the security feed. In this life, before I’d even done anything, Fiona was already rushing to sell off my possessions. Fortunately, I had installed security cameras in advance. She would pay for this later. Fiona bustled about, emptying my home of all the high-end items I rarely used, finally counting a thick wad of cash with satisfaction. Even after taking advantage of me, she couldn’t resist insulting me: “You little bitch! It’s all your fault that there’s a rift between me and my son. Consider these items as compensation! Once you enter the Turner family, you’ll have to obey me!” Fiona sat on the sofa counting money, grinning from ear to ear, proud as a peacock. She even called Jones. As soon as he answered, she eagerly sought praise: “Son, those rotten fish I made last time were meant for that little bitch. I knew she would call you home. It’s all my fault. I’ll buy you that high-end gaming console you love so much. I swindled quite a bit of money from that little bitch today!” Fiona had put the call on speaker, so I could hear Jones’s voice clearly. At the mention of a gaming console, Jones’s tone immediately softened: “Mom, you’re always the best to me! Once we deal with Zoe, I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s both obedient and can take care of you! The company is about to select a new executive position, so we need to move quickly these days!” Hearing the man I once deeply loved plotting against me, despite being mentally prepared, my heart still ached. Having lost both parents at a young age, I was emotionally vulnerable. It was Jones who stayed by my side with tender care, helping me through that dark period. By our third Christmas as an official couple, we were engaged. Over these Christmases, I had helped him climb the corporate ladder. I thought we truly loved each other, but it turned out that all he ever cared about was the massive inheritance I possessed. We were originally scheduled to officially marry this coming May, but now, I’m truly grateful to have seen through this scumbag’s true colors. I downloaded and saved the security footage, then made a call: “Lawyer Hunter, investigate these two thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!” In this life, neither Fiona nor Jones would escape. 4 Only after completing these tasks did I feel somewhat at ease. Then I recalled Jones mentioning he would make his move soon, so I remained vigilant. When I got home, I casually asked about those unused items, and Fiona put on an act with her explanations. I didn’t expose her lie but played along, pretending to believe her. That evening, Jones returned from his business dinner, completely forgetting how he had despised me earlier that day, and resumed his performance as the devoted boyfriend. Even while planning to kill me, he still wanted to be intimate. When drunk Jones saw my resistance, he immediately scowled and demanded, “Zoe, what’s your problem? Do you have someone else?” Hearing his twisted accusations, I was so angry I wanted to slap him right there. But for the sake of my plan, I had to endure and humor him. Fighting my disgust, I took his arm and said, “What are you thinking? I’m on my period! Besides, you promised not to touch me before marriage.” Jones stared at me suspiciously for a while before saying, “Oh, I’m just afraid someone might steal my precious Zoe, so I want to be with you sooner. How could I live without you!” I secretly mocked him—this hypocrite was simply afraid his “gold mine” would fly away! I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and made an excuse to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I sensed someone entering my bedroom. Shortly after, I woke up freezing. Looking around, I realized the air conditioner had been set to cooling at 59°F despite the autumn chill. It suddenly hit me—I had experienced this in my previous life! The next day I had developed a high fever, and it was during that illness that Fiona had switched my medication, ultimately killing me. Now facing the same scenario, I knew Fiona was behind this. The home’s air conditioning could be controlled via smartphone, which made her bold enough to act without leaving evidence—no one would suspect it was deliberate. Realizing this, I quietly went to the master bedroom and convinced the still-drunk Jones to sleep in the guest room instead. Since they showed no mercy, I wouldn’t feel guilty about what came next! Early the next morning, Fiona approached me with fake concern: “Zoe, did you sleep well last night?” Playing along, I pretended to have a headache and said, “It was a bit cold last night. I think I have a fever.” I secretly observed Fiona’s expression, and sure enough, she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. Glancing at Jones, who was still sleeping, I continued, “Aunt Turner, could you buy me some cold medicine?” Hearing this, Fiona immediately went out to purchase the medicine. When she returned, she enthusiastically handed me an already-opened bottle of pills, saying, “Zoe, take these quickly. Your health comes first! I’ll go make some soup for Jones.” As soon as Fiona entered the kitchen, Jones stumbled out of the bedroom, mumbling, “I heard Aunt Turner bought fever medicine. Give me some—I caught a cold and have a fever too!” I smiled as I handed him the pills, thoughtfully pouring him a glass of water and watching as he swallowed them. By the time Fiona emerged with her nourishing soup an hour and a half later, Jones was sitting at the dining table, gulping down water and complaining, “What kind of medicine did you buy? I feel dizzy and nauseous after taking it.” Hearing this, Fiona’s pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly dropped her jaw as she asked, “You took those pills? Who told you to take them? You shouldn’t have taken that medicine!” As soon as Fiona finished speaking, I looked at her with interest and said, “Isn’t it just fever medicine? Why shouldn’t he take it?” Fiona instinctively snapped back, “What do you know? This isn’t fever medicine at all…” The next second, Jones collapsed straight to the floor—his heart stopped, and white foam spilled from his mouth!

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Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”

“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”

“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”

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My childhood friend Avery Johnson’s uncle, Oscar Hunter, killed himself. Before he died, someone found hundreds of love letters in his drawer—all written to me, none ever sent. So when I got a second chance at life and my mom asked if I wanted to marry Avery, I straight up told her no. I was choosing his uncle Oscar instead. This was my secret—I was living my second life. In my previous life, I married Avery, my childhood sweetheart. But after we tied the knot, he barely came home. Later, when I started bleeding bad during my pregnancy, he ditched me right there because his first love, Stella Locke, called. That snake said, “Avery, power’s out at my place and I’m really scared!” Just like that, my husband left without thinking twice. Eventually, the bleeding killed both my baby and me. After I died, Avery didn’t shed one tear. Just bitched about how my death messed up his vacation plans with his precious Stella… ***** When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my mom asked me that question. “Amanda, are you sure about this? You and Avery grew up together. You really want to marry his uncle Oscar instead?” Every time my mom asked, I would just give her the same answer. “Yes, I’m sure.” “Well, if you want him, that’s what matters! Your dad and I will get the ball rolling!” Actually, my mom was more hyped than me. She ran straight to ask Oscar that same day, and after he said yes, she booked an outdoor venue right away. And as expected, Avery called, sounding quite pissed. “Amanda, you’re doing way too much. First you manipulate our parents into this arranged marriage, now you’re sneaking around booking venues? “Girl, have some self-respect! Are you really this thirsty to get hitched? This desperate act is exactly why I can’t be with you!” I bit my lip, took a breath, and explained, “Avery, I’m not marrying you this time. I chose your…” He just cut me off with a nasty laugh. “Playing hard to get now? Should’ve seen through your BS earlier. Just plan all the weddings you want. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’m marrying. My heart’s hers! You’re just making me sick!” With that, he ended the call, cutting off anything I was about to say. Whatever. He’d figure it out soon enough. Our families had been tight for generations—a real old-school connection that meant everything in our circle. Avery and I literally grew up next door to each other, sharing every moment like those perfect childhood sweethearts you read about. After Christmas that year, our parents set up the marriage—keeping with tradition and all that family arrangement stuff. But in my last life, Avery dropped a bomb, wanting to break off our engagement to marry someone else. I wouldn’t back down, and things got ugly fast. I got my way and married him anyway, but that was just the start of the nightmare. He rarely came home after we tied the knot. And when I finally got pregnant, he straight up moved in with Stella. I could only see his face at some family events. It wasn’t until I was about to pop that his family finally pulled rank and made him come back home. But that first night he was back? We got into a crazy fight that had me bleeding bad. I was scared out of my mind, begging him to get me to a hospital. Then Stella called. And that was all it took—Avery was gone. Me and my unborn baby died right there in that hospital bed. My little one never even got to see daylight. After I died, Avery didn’t even show up to my funeral—just took Stella on vacation like it was nothing. My parents couldn’t handle the pain. They got sick from being so heartbroken and died not long after. Everything my family owned ended up in Avery’s hands, while he and Stella lived their best life with all their kids and grandkids. Last time around, marrying Avery straight up destroyed everything—my family, my life, all of it gone. This time? No way I’m letting that happen again. I gotta protect the people who actually care about me.

After we locked in the venue, my mom kept pushing me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter already copped our wedding rings overseas, got some big-name designer on it. And since he was handling business out there and couldn’t come back yet, he sent me a black card to make up for it. Just a few days ago, I ordered the latest wedding dress from Christmas, a high-end designer brand. This morning, the shop called saying it just came in and invited me to try it on. But the second I walked into the bridal shop, I spotted Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he caught me, his face got all tight. “What are you doing here?” I kept it cool. “Trying on my wedding dress.” Maybe I was looking too unbothered. He seemed shocked for a moment before hitting me with that smirk. “Amanda, what’s good? Like the world ran out of men or something? You’re really that desperate to marry me?” I looked at that face I used to know so well, feeling a bitter smile creep up. This wasn’t the same Avery who would carry me through the rain when my stomach was killing me. Ever since Stella showed up, that protective, caring Avery was gone. Thank God I didn’t have to deal with this jerk in this lifetime anymore. I shot him an ice-cold look, then said all calm, “Avery, I already told you—I’m not marrying you. But you’re right about one thing—there’s plenty of other guys out there, and I’m done chasing after you.” Then, I walked straight to those wedding dresses without even looking back at him. But before I could get far, Avery grabbed my wrist hard, coming at me like crazy. “Amanda! What are you trying to pull this time?” I struggled to break free, but his grip was just too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what’s with all this? I said I won’t marry you and I’m over you now. Isn’t that what you want?” He glared at me with a cold smile. “You picked today to try on dresses and still saying you won’t marry me?” He then looked at the fitting room all lovey-dovey, claiming, “Stella’s my one and only. Give up already! I told my family last night that I’m canceling our engagement. I don’t care if my whole family’s against it, I’m marrying Stella no matter what it takes!” That “what it takes” he was talking about was just dropping everything the Johnsons gave him. He built his own company from scratch, and it was doing okay. But compared to the Johnson family’s empire? That little business was small potatoes. I forced a fake smile and said it smooth, “Well, hope you two are happy together. Don’t stress about it—I’m about to get hitched to someone else anyway, so this engagement thing’s already dead.” I tried to get him to let go, but he just kept staring, holding my wrist. “Amanda, what game are you playing now? Who else could you possibly marry besides me?” My wrist was hurting so bad that I started tearing up. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you doing?” Avery dropped my hand quickly and ran to Stella, trying to grab hers. When she pulled back, he caught on fast and went all soft. “Alright, let me hit the restroom and clean up first. Just wait for me, babe!” Then Avery rushed out, leaving the two of us there. Stella caught my eye and straight up looked at me like she won something. Well. She didn’t even try to hide how she felt. That’s when I noticed—she was wearing the exact wedding dress I’d put a deposit on. The sales associate rushed out after her, panic in her voice. “Ms. Locke, that dress is already reserved! We got more gorgeous new pieces that just landed this morning, why not check those out?” Stella went off on the girl, all attitude. “My fiancé is the heir of the Johnson family, and he’s tight with your boss! He said I can rock whatever I want—money ain’t a thing! Plus, it’s just reserved, not bought. Why can’t I try it on?” Then she smirked at me. “Right, Amanda? Even a marriage can be called off, let alone a little dress reservation.” The sales associate finally spotted me and almost started crying. “Ms. Brown, I’m so sorry! This dress just dropped this morning, and before I could lock it up, Ms. Locke was already trying it on!” I wasn’t trying to make the girl sweat, plus that dress had already touched somebody else’s body, so I was over it. I shot her a chill smile. “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke wants it so bad, she can have it. Didn’t y’all get that super exclusive piece in this morning? Let me check that out instead.” I tapped that black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I might as well do him this one favor. Avery walked out right when I said that. He rolled his eyes hard. “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself? I told you I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you still doing this? And you even know how much that piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, pulled out that black card and passed it to the associate. “No need to try it on. I’ll just take it!” Then, I bounced out, leaving Avery looking shook and Stella mad salty.

That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. It was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. Finally, we agreed to get our marriage papers the morning he came back. Though we were about to be husband and wife, it was kinda funny since we barely knew each other. Not even five minutes after the video call, Avery hit me up all accusatory. “Amanda, where’d you get the money for that crazy expensive dress? You better not be doing something shady behind my back. “You were trying to get at Stella at that shop today, weren’t you? Didn’t I tell you to leave my fiancée alone? You’ve been doing all this wedding stuff just to make me marry you, huh? Let me make this clear—I will never do it!” I was feeling quite good after talking to Oscar, but Avery just messed it up. I was so done with him so I snapped, “Avery, I’m only gonna say this one more time—you are not the one I’m marrying!” He was straight up driving me crazy, but no matter what I said, he wouldn’t get it through his head. That night, Avery posted on Facebook: “Getting my marriage certificate with my first and forever love on the 18th! All friends are welcome to come see us make it official!” Good for them, I guessed. As fate would have it, Oscar and I were planning to get our papers done that same day. The following days, Avery was so busy taking wedding photos with Stella that he finally stopped bugging me. On the 18th, I pulled up to the city hall rocking that million-dollar wedding dress, waiting for Oscar outside. Just thinking about how his jaw was gonna drop when he saw me had me smiling to myself. I waited in the car till I saw Avery and Stella go inside first. No way I was letting anyone mess up my big day. But drama found me anyway. “Amanda? That you?” Some guy who came in after me called out, making Avery’s crew in line look back. “God, Avery’s getting married and you’re showing up looking like this? You really out here being the most loyal simp, pulling up to the city hall in a whole wedding dress!” Avery burst in to check out the commotion. The second he spotted me, his face twisted up and he went off. “Amanda? What the hell are you doing here? Dressed like that? How thirsty can you be? Think this little stunt’s gonna make me put a ring on it? “Save yourself the trouble! I won’t marry you. Stella’s the one!” He pulled Stella tight against him, giving me a smug look. I was dead silent but kinda laughing inside. I got real serious. “I told you, I’m not marrying you! I’m dressed up but not for you! My man is gonna be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His crew started dying laughing, clowning me for doing the most to marry Avery, saying I took being thirsty to another level. “Amanda, we’re tired of you playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Avery’s about to get his papers with Stella! “If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. For real, I wouldn’t mind taking Avery’s crazy fans for once!” Avery sneered, “Come on, you guys are really interested in such a boring, annoying woman? Forget it, whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were begging!” His trash talk pushed me over the edge. I swung to slap him, but he caught my wrist mid-air. I shot daggers at him and growled, “Get it through your thick skull, Avery! I told you, I’m not here to marry you! And I never wanted to marry your sorry ass in the first place!” Instead of getting mad, he let out a nasty laugh. “Yeah, right, Amanda. Who are you trying to fool? You’ve been stalking me since we were in kindergarten. “Been all up on me for years, even tried to force me to wife you. Now you’re acting like you’re over me? Impressive. So, where’s this guy you’re all dressed up for? Funny how he’s keeping you waiting.” I yanked my hand away, my face hot with anger. His words cut deep, and my eyes started to water. Then, a deep voice boomed from behind me. “Back the hell off, Avery!”

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My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”

My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

In the sixth year of my secret crush on Cruz Wells, we were still just friends. When I was hospitalized, he was there for me financially and emotionally, doing more than anyone else. When my cousin got engaged, he accompanied me to the celebration and presented the most lavish gift at the event. Everyone believed we would eventually end up together. Finally, I gathered my courage and confessed my feelings to him. But he gave me a dismissive glance, playing with the lighter in his hand, and chuckled softly: “I see you as a friend, and you want to sleep with me? Aya, don’t joke around.” I remained silent for a long while, and finally just nodded, “Okay.” After that day, we didn’t contact each other for a long time. When I received his call again, it was already two months later. He casually asked, “What have you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you in ages.” I glanced at the elegant yet aloof man sitting across from me and answered truthfully, “I’m on a date.” The moment I said that, I heard the shocking sound of a phone being smashed on the other end of the line.

After returning home from a six-month business trip, I discovered my boyfriend had found himself a dining companion. She bustled about in the kitchen, preparing three dishes and a soup, looking more like the lady of the house than I did, appearing incredibly domestic. As we were about to sit down for dinner, she cradled matching couple’s bowls—hers and my boyfriend’s—in both hands, and with a sheepish expression, stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh dear, I forgot we only have one set of bowls and chopsticks.” “Susan, let me find you something to put your rice in.” In front of Harrison, she served me rice in a disposable plastic bowl. Harrison offered no comment whatsoever. I understood then that I needed to break up with Harrison.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.

When Gambler Dad brought debt collectors home, the neighbors all said my life was over. After Mom jumped to her death, Gambler Dad forced me to drop out of high school to work, and now he wants to sell me to pay off his debts. With a father like him, no one could help me. Gambler Dad held up my mother’s ashes, gloating: “Your resistance is pointless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” No one dared to stand up for me, all afraid of offending the casino’s owner. But what they didn’t know was that I had already met the casino’s owner three days ago. That man licked and kissed the side of my face, asking: “What do you want?” I turned away, saying hatefully: “I want Gambler Dad to suffer a fate worse than death!” – When I returned home from work, I found Gambler Dad sitting in my apartment with a group of men. The way he sat there, chest puffed out, made me sick. I hadn’t seen Gambler Dad for six months. The last time we met, he threw a $150,000 debt note in my face, cursing and demanding I pay it back. Then he grabbed the last valuable items from our home and quickly left. Leaving me alone to face the casino’s debt collectors and a landlord demanding rent. These past six months haven’t been easy. Debt collectors kicked my door daily, hurling insults around the clock. Neighbors complained about me repeatedly, and management notified my landlord to have me move out as soon as possible. I was forced to move from place to place, even sleeping on the streets at one point. To pay off the debt, I worked three jobs daily, enduring occasional harassment from customers. A few days ago, I finally snapped and slapped a creepy guy, which caused quite a scene and got me fired, losing a significant source of income. Fortunately, of the $150,000 debt Gambler Dad left me, only $20,000 remained. Just earlier, a female neighbor called to tell me Gambler Dad had brought people to my home. I thought he had finally found his conscience and wanted to take responsibility for his debts. I even adjusted my expression, planning to greet him with a smile. But when I arrived home, Gambler Dad was cutting into the birthday cake I had prepared in advance. Seeing me enter, he took a bite of cake. “Why are you so late on your birthday? Got a boyfriend? Let me tell you, I won’t approve unless he has a million dollars!” I stood stiffly at the doorway, watching him massacre my cake. I couldn’t help but ask: “What are you doing here?” Gambler Dad stuck a match into the cake, casually lit it with a lighter, and pushed it toward me. The flickering flame cast shadows across his face, making me momentarily disoriented, as if I’d returned to when Mother was still alive. Back then, Gambler Dad had sworn to quit gambling and live a decent life. Gambler Dad was good-looking; in his youth, he used that face to deceive my mother, and later used it to borrow money he never repaid. “Of course I’m here to celebrate my precious daughter’s birthday,” Gambler Dad suddenly said. I snapped back to reality as he continued: “Come, I’ll sing you a birthday song.” Before he finished speaking, the match on the cake had burned out, leaving black ash that fell onto the cake, making it too dirty to eat. “Come here,” he urged. I cautiously asked: “What exactly do you want?” Nothing good could come from this situation. The debt collector who had been silent suddenly cleared his throat. Gambler Dad immediately trembled with fear and hurriedly said: “I owe another $800,000.” I knew this bastard wouldn’t show up unless he wanted something. “I can’t pay it! Get out of my house now!” Gambler Dad’s expression darkened, no longer playing the role of a caring father. “You’re kicking me out?! Piper Barker! I’m your father! I gave you life and raised you. What’s wrong with paying me back a little money?!” Then, as if remembering something, he softened his tone and said: “This time you won’t have to work hard. I’ve found a job for you.” I let out a cold laugh without responding. Gambler Dad continued regardless: “All you have to do is sell your body, and you’ll get the money!” He smiled at me, waiting for me to be moved to tears, waiting for me to kneel down and praise him for saving my life. His expression was exactly the same as when he drove my mother to her death.

My mother was beautiful, like a movie star, with a gentle and kind personality. Unfortunately, she was too naive and was tricked by my gambling-addicted father into marrying him. Less than two years after their wedding, my grandparents died in a car accident. My father took all the inheritance they left for my mother and gambled it away until nothing remained. At that time, he still had some conscience left. He knelt down, apologized to my mother, and promised to change his ways. After that, our family did enjoy a period of happiness—until the eighth year after I was born. His mistress suddenly showed up at our door demanding money from my mother, claiming that my father owed her 100,000 and wouldn’t answer her calls. The confrontation was intense, and the mistress eventually ended up at the police station. But the outcome was that my mother used the money she had saved for my college education to pay off my father’s debt. As for my father himself, he had gone into hiding before the incident and only reappeared after everything was settled. He used his old tricks again—apologizing, crying, and making promises. He even used me to manipulate my mother. Their belief was that a child needed a complete family to grow up happy. My mother, concerned for my well-being, had no choice but to continue living with him. But my father kept gambling and accumulating debts. He was like a leech, clinging to my mother and draining her dry. When I was sixteen, debt collectors broke into our home, smashing and looting everything, turning our house into ruins. They beat my father half to death and threatened to cut off his hands and remove his kidneys if he couldn’t repay the money. My father panicked and pointed at my mother, shouting, “Don’t cut off my hands! This bitch is pretty—take her and make her work as a prostitute! Take her!!” The debt collectors looked my mother up and down, smiling with satisfaction. They released my father and grabbed my mother, dragging her toward the door. She broke free from their grip and suddenly started laughing—a strange and terrifying laugh. Mom gently brushed against my cheek and said, “Piper, I’m sorry. But I’m so tired, I need to rest now.” Amid countless malicious stares and sneers, she looked at me with sorrow and guilt. Then, with strength from who knows where, she broke free from their restraint, rushed toward the half-open window, and jumped. That’s how my mother died—right before my eyes. I stood there in shock, feeling as if the world had gone silent. I watched as the debt collectors grabbed my gambling father, raised their knives, cut off his hand, and removed his kidney. I watched those brutal men swagger out of my home, leaving behind a bleeding, screaming father, my mother’s body, and me—my mind completely blank. Now, he was pressuring me to sell my body to pay off his debts, just as he had forced my mother years ago. I was trembling with anger, unable to speak for a long time. “Piper, only you can save me. They said they’ll kill me if I don’t pay up this time. Please help me!” My father wiped the cream from his hands and pulled a box from his pocket. My heart started racing immediately. Those were my mother’s ashes. On the day of her funeral, my father had stolen half of her remains. This had been his means of controlling me all these years. “Just go sell yourself, and I’ll return your mother’s ashes to you.” I stared directly at him. My father’s face was distorted with greed, looking not like a father but like a terrifying demon. In that moment, I felt how unfair it was for my mother, and I was devastated to have such a father. But I didn’t cry. I simply reached out and took my mother’s ashes, holding them the way she used to hold me when I was little. My father’s expression was both surprised and delighted. He pulled out a set of lingerie from somewhere and handed it to me, saying, “Put this on quickly! A big shot at the casino has his eye on you. You can make 500,000 in one night!” I let out a cold laugh, thinking to myself, “A big shot? How big could he be compared to Elias Cole?”

I looked at Gambler Dad’s excited face and said, “I know important people at the casino too.” “For my mother’s sake, I might let you die in one piece if you stop now.” If Gambler Dad knew I was acquainted with Elias, and that Elias had promised to grant me three requests, he would definitely start scheming how to get money from Elias. Gambler Dad rolled his eyes, with a look of utter contempt. “You know important people? Get real. Put your clothes on now!” I slapped the clothes away. “I won’t wear them! Didn’t you say you know important people? I wonder how your contact compares to Elias?” Hearing this, Gambler Dad wanted to slap me but feared damaging my face would lower my price. “How dare you mention Mr. Cole?” Suddenly, he realized something and said, “If you really have connections with Mr. Cole, I could do whatever I want at the casino! Damn, I sold you too early! But that’s fine, I’ll clean you up later and ask Mr. Cole if he wants you.” I was thoroughly disgusted. “Eden White, you make me sick!” Despite my insult, Gambler Dad neither lost his temper nor paid attention to me, but kept the clothes in his hand. “You don’t have to wear them now. You can put them on when we get there.” He rubbed his hands together and looked fawningly at the debt collector. “Let’s go to the casino now.” Gambler Dad had the debt collector forcibly drag me away. Neighbors who witnessed this tried to intervene. He glared at them and said, “My daughter is being sent to an important person at the casino! Are you opposing the casino? The people behind the casino are the renowned Cole family!” At the mention of the Cole family, and seeing the debt collectors surrounding me, the neighbors backed off, not daring to say more. Gambler Dad laughed, snatched my mother’s ashes, and said smugly, “Your resistance is useless. Today I’m selling you to the casino!” “Give me back my mother’s ashes!” I lunged forward to grab them but was blocked by the debt collector. Gambler Dad patted the urn. “I tried to persuade you for so long, and you wouldn’t listen. Who knew a dead person would be so useful.” “Give them back!” I struggled desperately, but the debt collector held me too tightly—I couldn’t even free my arms. Gambler Dad balled up the lingerie and stuffed it into my mouth. “Save your breath for later. Hey, be gentle with her—don’t leave any marks on my daughter.” When we reached the casino, Gambler Dad was still trying to convince me: “Piper, you need to understand me. Don’t you want a big house and to live comfortably like other girls? If you sell yourself, I can access higher-stakes gambling tables.” Every word from Gambler Dad was urging me to sacrifice myself. Bleeding my mother and grandparents dry wasn’t enough—he wanted to continue sucking my blood too. At the casino, the manager grabbed my chin, his greasy fingers freely touching my face. “Your daughter looks good. Take her directly to my place.” Gambler Dad greedily said, “I can give her away, but I promised Mr. Cook I’d take her there.” “Mr. Cook offered me $500,000. Would you like to pay more? If you offer a higher price, I’ll deliver her to your bed right now!” Gambler Dad’s expression was manic and greedy as he repeatedly glanced at the gambling tables nearby, his body trembling uncontrollably. I knew Gambler Dad’s gambling addiction was flaring up again. He couldn’t even wait long enough to deliver me to the big shot he mentioned. Gambler Dad’s legs gave way as he fell to his knees beside the manager, clutching his pant leg obsequiously. “Money! Just give me money! My daughter is yours!” The manager, fully aware of what kind of person Gambler Dad was, placed his foot on Gambler Dad’s head. “You want money? Fine. Lick my shoes first.” As soon as the manager removed his foot from Gambler Dad’s head, Gambler Dad eagerly began licking his shoes. “Thank you! Thank you!” The scene made me sick to my stomach. I turned my head away, only to have the manager force it back to examine me closely. “What a beauty.” The manager kicked Gambler Dad, “Want to play at a bigger table?” Gambler Dad rolled on the ground twice, then crawled back like a dog, snickering. “Yes! I do!” The manager looked at me lecherously and said, “Then strip your daughter and let me see her.” Both Gambler Dad and I froze. The commotion had already drawn attention, but the manager’s words instantly attracted half the casino’s focus. “Damn, that girl is gorgeous. Too bad she’s fallen into Ollie’s hands. His violent reputation with women is legendary. He always puts them in the hospital.” “She looks so innocent. Hope Ollie finishes quickly so we can have our turn.” Their comments grew increasingly vulgar and disgusting. The gamblers around us turned to look, their faces wearing sleazy smiles as they pointed at me. Fighting the revulsion I felt, I broke free from the manager’s grip and raised my voice, “No way!” I couldn’t let them strip me! Elias was so possessive—if he found out others had seen my body, forget about the three requests, he might kill me on the spot. But Gambler Dad didn’t see it that way. He was determined to use me to fund his gambling. Gambler Dad asked, “Then the money for my daughter…” Ollie snorted, “I’m not as stingy as Leon who only offered $500,000. I’ll pay off your $800,000 debt.” Gambler Dad’s eyes widened with excitement, bulging outward, making him look even more demonic. “I’ll strip my daughter right now!” Gambler Dad yanked the lingerie from my mouth and presented it to Ollie. “I bought this lingerie specially. Perfect to put on her.” Ollie smiled with satisfaction. I was terrified. I didn’t want to be stripped naked in public. I still needed to use Elias’s influence to take revenge on Gambler Dad! “Don’t touch me! Get away! Get away!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, struggling desperately. But the debt collectors on either side held me firmly. My heart filled with regret. If I hadn’t gone home to see Gambler Dad after work today, but instead gone straight to Elias, everything would have been different. Gambler Dad grinned maliciously as he tore open my blouse, buttons flying, exposing the pale skin beneath. Just as Gambler Dad was about to pull off my underwear, the entire casino fell silent. Someone said, “Mr. Cole is here.” I looked toward the speaker with tears in my eyes. A wave of despair washed over me. Now I was truly doomed.

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