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Early in the morning, the door was banged loudly. I just opened the door, upstairs neighbor Mr. Baker gave me a slap. Then scolded loudly. “It’s you! Your family’s Boy Toy, hooked my wife’s soul away!” His shout made many neighbors gather around, pointing fingers at my door. He held a yellow hair in his hand, “Your husband this hooligan seduced married woman, hair fell on my wife’s pillow! Solid evidence!” I stunned at the door. Even his wife lowered her head and confessed to this matter. For a time crowd sentiment excited, Mr. Baker brought people to break into my home, wantonly smashed, threatened to peel my husband’s skin, even forced me to compensate $50,000 for Emotional Damage. Because I always refused to let husband show face, everyone determined I was shielding adultery. Until the police forced me to open the bedroom door. Everyone was stunned. … Chapter 1 Early in the morning, the security door was banged loudly, as if to tear the door panel apart. I just unlocked the door, door was violently pushed open, upstairs neighbor Mr. Baker rushed up “Slap” gave me a slap. “It’s you! Your family’s Boy Toy, hooked my wife’s soul away!” This shout penetrative power extremely strong, less than two minutes, corridor crowded with neighbors watching excitement, even someone raised phone start recording. Mr. Baker saw more people, more energetic, a pull over Mrs. Baker hiding behind him timidly. “Everyone come look! This pair of shameless dog man woman! I also count unlucky eight lifetimes, neighbor with such corrupt morals people!” He held a thin long yellow hair in hand, eyes red staring at me: “Solid evidence! Your husband this hooligan seduced married woman, hair fell on my wife’s pillow! This color, this length, except your husband, who else can be?” I touched hot cheek, eyes turned cold. “Mr. Baker, trespass private house and hit people, you want go inside squat few days?” “I squat few days? I see is your wild man should be Publicly Shamed!” Mr. Baker not only not afraid, instead stepped into my entrance, pointing at closed bedroom door roaring, “Let that broken shoe smell boy roll out! Dare do dare admit, hide behind woman count what ability! Today I must educate him well for you!” Onlooker neighbors pointed fingers at my home, whispers endless. “Look this girl usually quite quiet, didn’t expect husband at home actually is a Boy Toy?” “One quilt sleep not out two kinds people, this girl definitely also not decent person!” “Know person know face not know heart ah, Mrs. Baker usually look honest, actually engage extramarital affair, still just downstairs, really rabbit eat nest side grass.” “Aiyo, that hair look indeed like man’s, evidence all here, can’t run.” I coldly looked at this farce. “You say this hair is my husband’s?” “Nonsense! In this building dye this kind sluty yellow hair, still all day not go out see people, except your family hiding that one, who else?” Mr. Baker this moment completely in crazy state, he fierce pushed Mrs. Baker beside, “You say! Is it that little demon!” Mrs. Baker lowered head, stammered half day: “Is… is him. He… he too clingy, I… I didn’t hold.” This sentence made scene instant explode. “God, really admitted!” “Too shameless, admit mistress clingy in front of original match?” Mr. Baker heard this, burst out earth shaking crying howl, a butt sat on my floor patting thigh: “No heaven reason ah! I hard work earn money raise family, old still want suffer this anger! I not live! Today not tear that male vixen face rotten, I just die here!” Follow his crying noise, few grandpas usually good relation with him also squeezed in, a look of justice messenger. “Little girl, be person can’t like this, hurry let your husband come out apologize, this matter done too wicked.” “Exactly, hiding count what matter? Dare seduce woman then don’t fear see people ah!” I blocked at bedroom door, body motionless, coldly looking at this room full of smoke and miasma. “You guys simply are slander! Get out for me!” I angry pushed Mr. Baker. “You dare hit me! Adulterer adulteress want kill person silence mouth la!” Mr. Baker a look of rascal appearance. Mr. Baker fierce jump up from ground. “She guilty! Brothers, search for me! Catch that shameless one out!” He gave an order, led people force break in. Those few grandpas take chance jeer, pushing me want rush inside. “Little girl you still dare move hand? Guilty right!” “Smash! Smash this淫 (obscene) nest! See where that Boy Toy hide!” In chaos, don’t know who first pushed down shoe cabinet, immediately after, living room things start suffer disaster. Accompany crackle rattle broken sound, my living room instant a mess. “Come out! Smelly hooligan you give me roll out!” Mr. Baker roared, rushed to closed bedroom door. That is whole house only place haven’t been affected, also place my “Husband” sleeping. I blocked at bedroom door, tight protect door panel, not let them close. “Mr. Baker, you dare move this door a bit try.” My tone revealed coldness let Mr. Baker subconsciously retreat half step. But Mr. Baker more energetic, he thought I was afraid adultery exposed, more determined inside hide unspeakable secret. “Continue smash for me! Smashed rotten count mine!” Mrs. Baker shrunk in corner, eyes blinking, neither dare persuade fight, nor dare look me, just mouth still mumbling: “Sin ah, sin ah…” Just then, outside door came a angry shout: “Doing what ne! All stop hand for me!” I looked up, Manager Tom brought two security guards, finally late arrived. Manager Tom squeezed into room, looking at floor mess, brows tight lock. “What happen? Early morning noise what noise? Still want let other owners rest not?” Mr. Baker saw judge came, immediately climb up from ground, first voice snatch people, a handful snot a handful tears pounce to Manager Tom. “Manager Tom ah! You have to decide for me ah! This days can’t pass!” He pointed me, finger almost poke my nose tip: “This family not only engage broken shoe seduce my wife, now still want beat die me this original match ah! You look beat me, still want take vase smash my head!” Manager Tom turned look me, eyes inside carrying few points impatient and scrutiny: “Ms. Lily, this how matter? Neighbors, how still moved hand?” I pointed smashed rotten living room, sneer once: “Manager Tom, if your eyes not blind, should can see who is moving hand. This group people trespass private house, beat smash rob burn, I am self defense.” “Bullsh*t! You that is self defense? You that is guilty!” Mr. Baker jump foot scold, “We if not for catch that male vixen, who rare enter your this chicken nest? Manager Tom, that Boy Toy just hide in bedroom, this girl dead alive not let people come out, you say is this heart have ghost?” Manager Tom heard a general idea, seem also feel this matter has bit style problem. “Ms. Lily, this matter ba, indeed not too glory. Since people all find door, evidence also have, you just let your lover come out, say words clear. If really have misunderstanding, untie not fine? Noise down like this, to your reputation also not good.” I look Manager Tom that look of mixing mud, heart clear like mirror. Mr. Baker is old resident in community, also active element of owner committee, mix familiar with property management. And me, usually not much interact with people, in Manager Tom eyes, obviously is that soft persimmon can random pinch. “Manager Tom, you also feel I should let them search?” I ask back. Manager Tom sighed, put on a look for my good: “Not search, is mediation. You look Brother Baker angry like this, his wife all admitted, you this don’t hard top. Young people, commit mistake attitude want correct, apologize, pay some money, private settle count. Must noise to police station, that is leave record matter.” “Apologize? Private settle?” I was angered laugh, “He smashed my home, hit me a slap, you let me apologize?” “Aiya, one slap not sound ma!” Manager Tom impatient wave hand, “You if walk straight sit straight, you fear what? Call person out confront ah! Unless…” He eyes ambiguous glance at bedroom door, obviously also determined I golden house hide man. Mr. Baker see Manager Tom bias him, arrogance more rampant to extreme. He took out phone, towards me and messy living room just a burst crazy shoot, mouth still righteous words: “I see you not see coffin not drop tear! Manager Tom said right, you dare not let person come out is heart have ghost! I now just start TikTok Live, post WeChat Moments, post owner group! Let everyone come look this pair adulterer adulteress face!” “Right! Expose her!” Beside few grandpas also one after another take out phone. “Title I all thought good, 《Young Girl Gang Up With Husband Set Trap Seduce Sixty Years Old Lady, Original Match Come Door Ask Explanation Suffer Beat》!” I eyes cold, reach hand want block Mr. Baker phone. “You dare touch me a bit try! Touch a bit I just lie down enter ICU!” Mr. Baker push phone to my face, lens almost stick my pupil. This moment, phone screen already start have bullet screen. Mr. Baker actually really is a small Influencer possess few ten thousand fans, usually post fishing, chess videos, today this catch mistress big play, instant detonate his live room. [Holy sh*t, so explosive? Just downstairs steal love?] [This man look human model dog sample, actually do this kind thing, disgusting!] [That auntie also blind eyes right, leave original match don’t want find mistress?] [Anchor don’t fear, we support you! Beat die mistress!] Looking at full screen abuse, Mr. Baker proud: “Saw it? Masses eyes are snow bright! Surname Lin, I now give you last chance, let your husband roll out give me kowtow admit mistake, compensate me Emotional Damage 500 thousand! Also this smashed broken things, that is he deserve suffer, you also don’t think rely my head! Otherwise, I just let you in whole city mix not down!” Live stream heat very high, soon I received company boss call, boss words very sharp, claim my family scandal affect company reputation, want proceed suspend process to me. I dazed hung up phone. Mrs. Baker seem feel noise big not good: “Old Baker, almost enough, don’t live stream…” “You give me shut up! Useless thing!” Mr. Baker a slap pat open Mrs. Baker hand, “This time know shame? Drill people quilt time why not know shame? You just now not admitted ma? In front live room old iron (fans) face, you again give me say once! That male vixen exactly how seduce you?” Lens fierce turn to Mrs. Baker. Mrs. Baker scared a tremble, face lens, her that face full of wrinkles swell red, eyes but uncontrollable float to that closed bedroom door, swallow saliva. “He… he really is… too white, too soft…” Mrs. Baker stammer said, eyes actually reveal a trace aftertaste look, “One call I just leg soft, I… I really didn’t hold…” Live room instant explode. [Solid hammer! Party personal mouth admit!] [Too white too soft? Vomit… this auntie really wretched!] [This female lead actually still protect? Must be want play 3P!] “Ms. Lily, this matter I can’t manage. All this time, you still protect? You this is want put yourself in ah!” “Brother Baker also victim, emotion excited point can understand. You a little girl, hide hide tuck tuck, is it guilty?” Manager Tom hear this words, face also become extremely ugly, back a step, seem want draw line with me. I look Mrs. Baker that lecherous and cower look, heart a burst nausea, but more is a kind absurd ridiculous. “Fine, since you guys must do thing absolute.” I took out phone, no longer care Manager Tom and Mr. Baker, directly dialed 911. “Hello, police ma? Here have people enter room beat smash, pick quarrel provoke trouble, also suspect cyber violence, trouble you guys quick come.” Mr. Baker hear me call police, not only not restrain, instead shout to lens: “Family members heard not? She still dare call police! Thief shout catch thief ah! Good, police come just right, let police catch this pair dog man woman parade street show public!” Chapter 2 Police came very fast. Lead is a middle age police, surname Davis, one look is experience rich. He one enter door, looking full room mess and confront both sides, brows just lock into a river word. “All doing what ne? Gather crowd make trouble ah?” Officer Davis stern voice shout. Mr. Baker see police came, that acting skill instant switch to victim mode. A butt sat on ground, hug Officer Davis leg just start howl. “Police comrade ah! You finally came! You if again late come a step, I just be beaten die by this family ah!” Officer Davis frown pull leg out: “Have words good say, don’t move hand move foot. Who beat you?” “Her! Is her!” Mr. Baker point me, voice tear tear down, “This surname Lin, gang up her husband seduce my wife! By us caught a current, not only not admit mistake, still move hand beat people! You look my family Mrs. Baker, all by that Boy Toy confuse become what look!” Officer Davis turn head look me. “Is you called police?” “Is me.” I expressionless pointed full ground fragments, “Trespass private house, destroy property, this enough file case right?” “You fart! That is catch adultery!” Mr. Baker jump up, from pocket take out that root by him grip wrinkle yellow hair, lift to Officer Davis front, “Police comrade you look, this is evidence! This is that Boy Toy hair! Found from my wife pillow! My wife all admitted!” Officer Davis took over that hair looked, brows lock more tight. This hair fine and soft, color golden yellow, look… indeed bit like dyed hair, but texture again bit strange. He turn head ask Mrs. Baker: “Auntie, this hair how matter? You with this family male host, really have improper relation?” Mrs. Baker by police one ask, trembled a bit, but looked Mr. Baker that want eat people eyes, again looked my that tight closed bedroom door, hard head nodded. “Is… is have relation.” “What relation?” Officer Davis pursue ask. “Just… that kind relation.” Mrs. Baker face red. Live room inside bullet screen already crazy, Mr. Baker more proud like a win cock. “Listen! Listen! Police comrade, this still need trial ma? Adulterer adulteress, iron proof like mountain ah!” Manager Tom this time also lean up, put on a fair person look: “Officer Davis, I am property manager. This matter ba, indeed is this owner wrong first. Brother Baker although impulsive point, but also emotion forgivable. How about you persuade Ms. Lily, let her hand person out, apologize pay money, this matter count.” Officer Davis look me, eyes inside also bring few points doubt. After all have witness, plus this hair, witness evidence logic chain complete. “Little girl, since people all testify, if is true, this although belong moral problem, but triggered public security case, you still want say matter clear. Hurry call your husband out cooperate investigate.” I look Officer Davis: “Officer Davis, just rely a hair and a old confuse crazy talk, you just fix my crime? Still want search my bedroom?” “This not fix crime, is investigate collect evidence.” Officer Davis serious said, “If you refuse cooperate, lead situation worsen, you also want bear responsibility.” “Good a investigate collect evidence.” I sneer, “Then if check out not that matter, my loss who pay? My reputation who responsible? This right live stream ne, few ten thousand people watching, my innocence destroyed, you guys one sentence misunderstanding can uncover?” Mr. Baker scream: “Impossible have misunderstanding! If no that matter, I eat sh*t he just pulled! Surname Lin, you don’t here delay time, is it want let your husband jump window run ah? Tell you, run not away, you this 500 thousand pay determined!” He shout to live stream lens: “Family members! This woman still quibble! She using legal loophole protect mistress! We absolutely can’t agree! Rush that door for me!” Bullet screen inside a piece cheer sound, even someone start send gift support Mr. Baker replace heaven act way. Officer Davis face sink, realize situation if not control, immediately will evolve violence conflict. He gave me final ultimatum: “Ms. Lily, please you immediately open door! To guarantee you and inside person safety, also for clarify fact, we must confirm inside situation.” I looked one eye Officer Davis, again looked crazy clamor Mr. Baker and that full face wretched Mrs. Baker. “You sure with you happen relation is inside this door him? You sure that yellow hair is on his body?” Mrs. Baker default. “Fine.” I stood straight body, hand put on door handle, gaze sweep everyone present. “You guys must look, then I just give you look.” “But Mr. Baker, you remember.” I dead stare him, “This door once open, you just finished. Also you, Mrs. Baker, you also finished.” I deep breath, slowly press down door handle. “Click” a light sound. Under everyone gaze, in live room few ten thousand people watch, bedroom door, slowly opened a crack. Mr. Baker hold breath, those few phone holding grandpas also lean forward, wish lens push into door crack. Manager Tom and Officer Davis also expression tight, ready respond sudden situation. Everyone waiting that clothes not neat, oil head powder face “Boy Toy” appear. However, door opened. No man. No scream. Also no what panic footsteps. Only see a figure round, hair color golden yellow Orange Cat, step elegant cat walk, slow slow squeeze out from door crack. It seem by outside noise wake up, squinting eyes, dissatisfied towards crowd “Meow——” a sound. This voice, delicate, indeed quite clingy. Air, in this instant solidify. Mr. Baker chin almost drop on ground. Officer Davis stunned, looked ground cat, again looked hand evidence hair——color, texture, with this big Orange Cat body hair, simply exactly same. Live room bullet screen after stop one second, instant exploded! Whole field dead silence. Live room bullet screen, from crazy abuse became full screen question mark. [???] [Cat???] [Holy sh*t, I watched half day catch mistress, result mistress is a cat?] [Anchor doing what ghost? Script ma?] That big Orange Cat, also my husband, obviously never seen such big battle. It tilt fluffy head, again towards closest Mr. Baker “Meow” a sound. Mr. Baker face from swell red became pale, again from pale became iron green. He point cat, again point me, lips trembling, a word can’t say out. Officer Davis bend down, careful careful from big Orange Cat body twist a hair. He put this hair with evidence in hand together compare. Color, length, texture, not differ a bit. “Mr. Baker.” Officer Davis voice cold like ice, “This is you said, that Boy Toy?” “No! Not!” Mr. Baker finally found back voice, hysterical scream up. “He hid that man! This cat is blind eye method!” “He definitely take advantage we not notice, let that Boy Toy run from window!” He like crazy just want rush into bedroom, want go search window. I side body blocked him. “Mr. Baker, my window outside is twenty third floor high sky.” “You want prove my husband can fly ma?” My voice not loud, but like a heavy hammer, fierce smash on everyone heart. Everyone subconscious look out window, back a burst cold. Live room inside, wind direction instant reverse. [Twenty third floor? That indeed run not away, unless is Spiderman.] [So… this start to end just a oolong (misunderstanding)? Because a cat?] [My god, this anchor also too can brain supplement, face a cat output half day?] [Heart ache that miss, slapped a slap, home smashed, work also lost, just because her husband is a cat?] [This already not oolong, this is enter room robbery plus defamation ba!] [Anchor quick apologize ah! This matter done too wicked!] Mr. Baker look scrolling comments on phone screen, whole body shaking. He know, he finished. I coldly look him, word by word open mouth. “My husband, Butter.” I bend waist, hug big Orange Cat in arms, gentle stroke its back. “It indeed very white, also very soft.” “Call up voice, also indeed let people leg soft.” “Mrs. Baker, you say is right?” I turn sight to wall corner that start to end shivering woman. Mrs. Baker face “Swish” a一下 (once) all white, cold sweat instant soak her back. Officer Davis keen catch not right. “Mrs. Baker, you better say words clear, otherwise consequence very serious.” “I… I…” Mrs. Baker stammer, eyes dodge, dare not look Mr. Baker. “Speak!” Officer Davis stern voice shout. Mrs. Baker by this roar scare a tremble, finally collapse. “I say! I say!” “Is him! All blame my husband force me, I gamble lost one million, my husband just come up a bad idea, together act to scam money!” “These people also all one hundred a day hired!” Mr. Baker like strike by thunder, dare not believe look own wife. Mrs. Baker words, like bombs, bomb present crowd dizzy. Live room more thorough crazy. [God reverse! I thought catch adultery, result is catch cat adultery?] [Mr. Baker face now definitely compare palette still colorful.] Mr. Baker excited scold: “You nonsense!” Officer Davis face already black like pot bottom. He turn to me: “Ms. Lily, situation we basic understand.” “To your suffered loss, we deep express sympathy.” “Now, please follow us back police station, formal do a record.” “These few, suspect trespass private house, intentional destroy property, pick quarrel provoke trouble, defamation, one also run not away.” He pointed Mr. Baker, and those few just now arrogance rampant grandpas. Those few grandpas legs all soft, one after another wave hand. “Not concern my matter ah police comrade, all Mr. Baker let us come!” “Right right right, we just come look excitement!” “We also take money do work ah!” Mr. Baker a butt sit on ground, finally know fear. He crawl over want hug my leg, by me a foot dodge. “Little Lin! Ms. Lily! I wrong! Is I have eyes not know Tai Mountain! Is I deserve die!” “You adult have big measure, spare me this once ba!” “I pay money! I pay you money still not okay ma?” I look him, smiled. “Pay money?” “You just now not said, want me pay you 500 thousand Emotional Damage fee ma?” “Now, turn to me.” “My mental loss, slap on my face, my smashed home, my destroyed reputation, also my lost work.” “Mr. Baker, you feel you pay afford ma?” My voice very light, but let Mr. Baker like fall ice cave. “Also.” I lower head, look in arms scared trembling Butter. “My husband suffered scare, this account, we also want good good calculate.”

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When the gentle Second Male Lead in a CEO Romance Novel was about to jump off a building because the heroine broke off their engagement. I, with a pregnant belly, shouted to stop him: “Mr. Hale, before you die, can you sign an Abortion Consent Form for me? I’m pregnant with your child!” The male lead looked at me, finally remembering, a few months ago he was drugged and had a one-night stand with a stranger, that woman was me! … Chapter 1 When I realized I was just an insignificant extra in a female-oriented CEO novel. The domineering CEO Second Male Lead Julian Hale, because he was publicly dumped by the heroine at the engagement party, couldn’t think straight and was standing on the rooftop of the 66th floor, ready to jump. This had nothing to do with me. As a nameless extra in the story, I didn’t have many scenes. The fleeting romance with him that night a few months ago was my entire role. But just now, I found out I was pregnant. The Pregnancy Test showed two lines. Pregnant with the CEO’s child, if I do nothing, it seems a bit too sorry for such a good opportunity! An opportunity that can change my destiny. He wants to die, but I want to rise to power through my child, so he better not die for now! So when one of his feet was about to hang in the air, I rushed to the rooftop and shouted at him: “Wait a minute!” Julian turned his head, frowning in confusion: “If it’s about salary, rest assured, the group employees’ salaries will be paid as usual after I die.” After speaking, he closed his eyes resignedly, intending to jump and end his unloved life. I looked down at the hotel uniform on my body, knowing he misunderstood. This hotel is also under Julian’s name. He probably thought I was afraid no one would pay me after he died, so I shouted to stop him. At the critical moment, I shouted to him again: “Mr. Hale, don’t jump yet! “I want to say, before you die, can you sign an abortion consent form for me first? I’m pregnant with your child! But I’m an orphan, the hospital won’t let me sign the consent form myself.” After speaking, to make myself look more pitiful, I looked at him with a pitiful and helpless look. Heard he is the most responsible person, I don’t believe he can close his eyes and jump after hearing I’m pregnant with his child! I’m betting, betting his sense of responsibility will make him give up jumping for this child temporarily. A few seconds later, he looked back at me in disbelief, carefully distinguishing the truth of my words. He has a child? When did it happen? How did he not know! Then after carefully examining me for a few times, the tips of his ears gradually turned red, and then his whole person was like a cooked shrimp. He remembered, about the absurdity of that night. The despicable Sebastian drugged his wine to rob Lila from him, and then he treated me, a hotel maid cleaning the room, as the antidote, cooked raw rice into cooked rice for a whole night. When he woke up in the morning, I had already fled in panic, leaving only a touch of red on the bed sheet. That was his first time, and also my first time. Thinking about it now, if I’m really pregnant, the child in my belly is really likely to be his. He indeed has the obligation to sign the abortion consent form for me. Thinking like this, he sighed. Feeling this child, came a bit untimely! Just happened when he wanted to seek death. But now, seeking death can only be paused. The stay or leave of the little baby in my belly is more important than his seeking death. After all, seeking death is his own business, and the child in my belly is related to my future. He has already hurt me once, I am innocent, he can’t watch helplessly as I face this matter alone. So he withdrew his foot from the edge of the rooftop and said to me: “When is your surgery, which hospital is it arranged in? I’ll sign the consent form for you.” Seems rumors are not false, he is indeed a very responsible person! I bet right! Chapter 2 In the next two days, Julian arranged all surgical matters for me in detail. From choosing the hospital, to the operating surgeon, to the Postpartum Recovery care after the abortion surgery, he arranged everything for me. Even afraid that after he jumped off the building, I wouldn’t have money to recover my body well, he gave me a card with $1 Million in it, saying it was compensation for my abortion. On the day of the surgery, he personally stared at me for twelve hours before the surgery, not letting me eat anything, then held my hand telling me not to be afraid, telling me this was just a minor surgery, he would wait outside all the time, and go to die after confirming the surgery was successfully completed. After he personally signed the surgery consent form for me, he waved to me, like a farewell sending me to the battlefield: “Go! If no accidents, we won’t meet again.” However, my appearance was the biggest accident. Five minutes later, the door of the operating room opened again. I walked carefully to him and said apologetically: “The doctor said I am now in the second trimester of pregnancy, abortion will be particularly harmful to me. After abortion, I may never have children again. “I regret it, can I keep this child? “I am an orphan, helpless, this child can be my only relative in the future, I will raise him well!” After speaking, I touched my slightly showing belly, looked at him with red eyes, like a puppy about to be abandoned, the look was just right. Julian hesitated, give birth? A child of his blood, if the child’s mother really wants this child, why not? In his opinion, that’s my business, he respects my choice. So the easy-to-talk Julian compromised with me again. His eyes lightly swept over my belly, then nodded: “Okay.” Done! Next, I just need to repeatedly jump on his bottom line! Because I found he is a soft bun easy to manipulate, not at all like the decisive killer rumored outside. In the matter of children, I can see the softness in his heart. He respects my choice very much, and he has been making concessions for this. Next, please watch my performance of holding the emperor to order the princes! Chapter 3 After giving up the surgery, Julian arranged for me again in order to die early. This time it took ten days. In these ten days, he bought a school district house with top elementary and middle schools nearby and gifted it to me and the child, as a place for me and the child to settle down. He also gave me a card with $5 Million, enough for me to raise the child to adulthood. And refunded the auntie hired to take care of my post-abortion recovery before, then booked a gold medal postpartum care center service for me, and paid the fee in one lump sum. Then when I said my aesthetic was bad and afraid his child would wear ugly clothes in the future, he waved his big hand again, prepared a room full of baby clothes for the child, from boy to girl styles, from birth to three years old, all prepared once. Crib, stroller, full set of baby supplies, all prepared! If not afraid of expiration, maybe milk powder and diapers he would also prepare in advance. After doing all this, he, who had no love for life, stood on the rooftop again one night. Still that rooftop, just last time he stood here watching the sunset, now he stands here watching the lights of thousands of families. When I rushed over, he was sitting very calmly on the edge outside the roof handrail, feet swinging, could fall down at any time. I watched with fear, but didn’t persuade him not to die. If a person is determined to die, he can’t be persuaded! Only delay! How long can delay, depends on his luck! I reached out and gently patted his shoulder, very politely said: “Sorry, disturb you again!” He was not impatient, just habitually frowned, intending to solve a new problem for me: “What’s wrong?” I said coyly: “I heard from the servants, you have lots and lots of money. If you die, this money will be carved up by your relatives. They didn’t treat you well before, calculated against you in various ways. “I just thought, instead of leaving the money to them, why not leave it to our child? “At least he is your only blood in this world, he didn’t bully you! I also have no grudge against you! “Fertile water does not flow into outsiders’ fields, instead of cheapening them, better cheapen your child!” After speaking, I pointed to my belly. Just at this moment, a lump suddenly protruded on my belly, it was fetal movement. My child moved! I think if he has perception, he will definitely agree with me. After all, as long as Julian agrees, he and I can struggle one hundred years less! Once born, he is a top rich second generation! Because Julian’s wealth comes from the accumulation of three generations of grandparents, it is not an exaggeration to say their family is filthy rich. This time Julian was silent for longer, but fortunately, finally he turned back and nodded slightly: “Also fine!” He was determined to die. After Lila abandoned him, he had no hope for this world,一心 (wholeheartedly) wanted to seek death. But I am not, the child in my belly also doesn’t want to die. We both want to live, want to live well. He felt what I said made sense. Instead of leaving the inheritance to those relatives who have grudges against him, better leave it to his own flesh and blood. He doesn’t need this money, but the child can need it! He finally decided to compromise with me again. When he climbed back over the railing, I reached out and supported him: “Slow down!” I was afraid he would accidentally fall, then the inheritance for the child in my belly would fly away. Of course there is another point, he is a very good and responsible person, I don’t want him to die, I want him to live well. After Julian landed smoothly, he reached out and took off his coat to drape over me. He said: “The wind is strong at night, you a pregnant woman, don’t catch a cold, it will be very troublesome!” I nodded, reached out unceremoniously to tighten the coat on my shoulders. The clothes had a faint, very nice smell, like some kind of shower gel smell, a sweet and refreshing scent, like morning dew on jasmine flowers. Chapter 4 Julian asked his assistant to liquidate all his assets, then called a lawyer in front of me, signed an agreement. In the future, no matter what accident happens to him, everything he has after death belongs to the child in my belly. In case this child cannot be born safely, all his property belongs to me. Before the child grows up, all his property is handed over to me for temporary custody. I suddenly went from an ordinary person to a top rich woman, lived in his mansion, drove his luxury car, travel with a driver to help drive, at home a nanny to help cook and beat legs, wearing famous brands all over, eating mountain delicacies and sea flavors. Although I am not his wife, the Hale family almost wants to offer me up like an ancestor, because their income in the future all depends on me! The term “mother expensive by child” is vividly displayed on me. When those relatives of his learned about this, each one jumped with anger. Even broke into my home and his office, finding faults with him in various ways. In order to solve them and shut them up, Julian spent a full ten days dealing with it this time. In these ten days, I saw what is called the thunderous means of a superior. He first released the scandal collected before, causing a rift between his third uncle and third aunt. The couple fought inextricably, then got busy, making a scene until divorce, and had no time to find fault with us. Then he gave the evidence of his cousin embezzling company reserve funds directly to the police, getting his cousin locked up, estimated to be in prison for several years. Then his two worrying uncles, Julian was afraid they would trouble me, directly cut off their cash flow, citing their poor work ability, transferred them to remote overseas branches, similar to exile. After doing all this, he took a shower, put on his favorite black suit, put on the watch the heroine gave him, and stood on the rooftop again. Even when passing by me, he smiled and greeted me: “Good evening! Baby needs nutrition, remember to eat more rice every day in the future, you are too thin.” He thought, this time, I would definitely be satisfied, and wouldn’t go to the rooftop to disturb his seeking death anymore. Because everything I wanted, I owned! He can die in peace! However, he underestimated my ambition and desire.

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My father told me I had to choose a strategic alliance between the Maxwells and the Forresters. I had just turned toward Holden Maxwell when, like a glitch in my vision, a massive text overlay flashed in the air. [Get lost, side character! Holden only has eyes for the heroine, Kira!] [He swore he’d only marry Kira! If you choose him, he’ll run off and join a monastery!] Startled, I shifted my gaze to Tatum “Tate” Forrester. The text overlay immediately updated. [Don’t choose Tate either! Kira is the only antidote for the volatile Tate!] [You dare split them up, and he’ll have a stress migraine on your wedding night and choke you to death!!] I flinched, quickly pulling my attention away. Then, a new message popped up. [Why doesn’t the side character consider Ezra Shaw?] I paused. Ezra Shaw? The high-society big shot who’d been in a coma for years? [He’s about to wake up! He met the side character once, years ago, and he’s been obsessed with her ever since!] [Speaking of which, Ezra is actually the Big Bad! The Inner Circle is about to change. When he returns, he’s coming for the Maxwells and the Forresters!] That was all the information I needed. I immediately told my father. “Dad! I don’t want either of them!” “I’m marrying Ezra Shaw!” … 1 The moment the words left my mouth, my father cut me off. “Nonsense!” He then offered an apologetic smile to Holden and Tate. “I’ve spoiled my daughter. Let’s put this decision on hold for now.” The two men bowed respectfully to excuse themselves, but their eyes were heavy with barely concealed contempt. Once they were gone, my father’s expression grew serious. “Ezra Shaw has been in a coma for so long. The Shaw family has tried everything.” He sighed, seeing me look down. “You’re my only daughter, Rory. I can’t let you marry a vegetable and wait for someone who may never wake up!” “You grew up with Holden and Tate. You always said you’d marry one of them. Now you don’t like them?” The text overlay chimed in with confusion. [Yeah, shouldn’t the side character be desperately trying to hook one of the two Male Leads?] [It’s just a trick to get their attention! She always loves to see them fight over her, doesn’t she?!] [Ugh, if she was serious about Ezra, that would be great. He’s going to wake up in two weeks!] [Right, but whether Kira marries Tate or Holden, both families are already stretching their limits. Once the Big Bad Ezra is back, their good days are over.] My gaze locked onto the text. I steeled myself. “Dad, just give me a month.” “If Ezra Shaw hasn’t woken up in one month, I will choose the Maxwell or Forrester alliance quietly. Besides, our family already has an old commitment to the Shaws. Even if they don’t mention it, we can’t just easily go back on our word.” My father, unable to argue with my logic, reluctantly agreed. I finally let out a breath and headed out to the patio for some air. I found Holden and Tate hadn’t left. Holden spoke first, his tone mocking. “Done with your little scene?” “We’ve told you repeatedly that Kira is our soulmate, but we’d still do the right thing and marry you. Isn’t that enough?” He shook his head. “You’re making a fuss over nothing.” Tate rubbed his head, frowning. “You want to marry Ezra Shaw?” He scoffed. “Do you even believe that garbage?” He looked me up and down with undisguised scorn. “You’re just trying to make us beg you to stay. You’re exhausting, completely unlike the sweet, compliant Kira.” Even though the text overlay had already shown me the truth, the depth of their dismissal froze my heart. Holden checked his watch, a flicker of impatience crossing his face. “Right, enough. I don’t have time for your drama.” “You want to marry the comatose guy? Fine. You better follow through.” The text overlay flew past. [Holden and Tate are going to dinner with Kira!] [Sweet, sweet, sweet! Side character, get lost!] [She knows they both love Kira, but she’s still trying to force a marriage! If she ends up miserable, it’s her own fault!] I lowered my eyes. If my ending had already been scripted, why would I walk toward the disaster they wrote for me? Holden Maxwell and Tate Forrester. I wanted neither of them. My father quickly arranged things with the Shaw family. The next morning, the Shaws sent a car to pick me up. Mrs. Shaw took my hand. “Dear child, we never intended to break the alliance.” “Ezra’s been in a coma for years. It’s our family that’s wronged yours; we couldn’t keep Aurora tethered to this.” I looked at Ezra Shaw, lying in the hospital bed, his eyes closed. I took a deep breath and spoke the lie. “Actually, when I was little, a spiritual teacher told me I had a special fate.” “They said I had a deep spiritual connection—a power to ward off misfortune and add to a person’s life karma.” I kept my voice serious. “I want to go to a chapel for one month, to pray and clear bad karma for Ezra.” The text overlay floated over my vision. [??? Since when did the side character have this setting?] [Spiritual connection? It wasn’t in the original book!!] [Ezra is going to wake up, but what does that have to do with the side character?] 2 Of course, I made it up. Regardless of what my original fate was, if I could foretell the future, I would certainly use it to secure the best outcome for myself and the Kincaid family. Mrs. Shaw covered her mouth, fighting back a sob. “If Ezra truly wakes up, Rory, you will be the Shaw family’s savior.” I performed a ritual cleanse—three days of bathing and burning incense—before settling into the chapel to copy sutras for Ezra’s fortune. I never expected to run into Holden Maxwell and Kira Bellweather here. Holden’s voice was sharp. “What are you doing here? Stalking me?” I paused, then laughed. “Did you buy the lease on this chapel?” Kira stood beside him, clutching a necklace with a cross. She offered a soft explanation. “Rory, please don’t misunderstand.” “I haven’t been sleeping well lately, so Holden brought me here to pray.” She paused deliberately. “I never expected to run into you by chance, of all places.” The text overlay instantly “understood.” [Is she here because she knows Holden would join a monastery if he was forced to marry her?] [How would she know? Is she actually stalking him?] [She’s so shameless! No wonder she’s pretending to be some spiritual savior!] Holden clearly found the “coincidences” sickening. In his mind, I must have been scouting the location, planning to descend on him the moment he decided to become a monk, to keep badgering him. He was convinced I would choose him for the alliance, and he cursed under his breath. “…I must have the worst damn luck.” Kira understood and looked at him, her eyes reddening. “Holden, perhaps we’re not meant to be in this life… I really shouldn’t hold you back…” Holden’s face completely hardened, and he looked at me with open disgust. “Since you already know, I won’t play games.” “I will marry you.” “But the day after the wedding, I’m checking into this monastery and becoming a monk. I’ll spend the rest of my life here, praying for Kira’s well-being.” I didn’t even look up. I simply waved my hand dismissively. “Be my guest.” He spun around and stormed off, enraged. I copied sutras for two full weeks at the chapel. On the fifteenth day, the text overlay suddenly began to flash wildly. [Ezra is waking up today!] Sure enough, that afternoon, the Shaw family arrived to bring me back. The car sped to the hospital. I pushed open the door and met a pair of clear, warm eyes. Ezra Shaw was propped up in bed, looking thin but alert. “Rory, I don’t know how to thank you.” “Let’s set the wedding date this month, okay?” The room fell silent. Mrs. Shaw instinctively interjected. “Ezra, you just woke up. Your body hasn’t recovered—” “That’s exactly why we should set it.” Ezra was firm. “Rory and I agreed on one month. I don’t want to delay her any longer.” He paused, then smiled gently at me. “For the wedding planning, I’ll leave the details to you and my mother. Your wishes and preferences come first.” I nodded. “What about you?” He patted his thin legs with a wry look. “I need to go into seclusion for rehabilitation.” “I won’t make any public appearances for now.” “I intend to get back on my feet as quickly as possible, so I can walk down the aisle and marry you with dignity.” The text overlay was a chaotic mess. [Did the side character actually choose Ezra? How is this possible?] [Um… Does this mean we were wrong to insult the side character?] [And Holden and Tate still don’t believe she’s not marrying them. They seriously look like two ridiculously arrogant guys…] [Look at Ezra! His smile hasn’t left his face since he saw the side character!] The Shaws kept things quiet, but the entire family was clearly ecstatic. With time running short, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw were swamped. They assigned their most senior, trusted butler to accompany me to a high-end jewelry auction to select a wedding ring. When the main diamond was unveiled, I gave a nod. The Shaw family immediately invoked the final, sealed bid clause. The manager was bringing the item over for me to try on when I heard the familiar voices. 3 “Holden, Tate, I love that centerpiece diamond!” “We’ll order two custom men’s rings later, and we can all wear them.” Kira Bellweather had an arm looped through each of theirs. She pointed to the display box in the manager’s hand and commanded, “Bring that centerpiece diamond over for me to try on!” The manager looked deeply awkward. I slowly raised my hand, admiring the massive pigeon-egg blue diamond on my ring finger. “I made the sealed bid. Why would he let her try it on?” Holden saw it was me and sneered. “Didn’t you agree to wait a month for the Shaw cripple? You couldn’t wait that long to look at a wedding ring?” “Rory Kincaid, are you playing both sides? Does the Shaw family know you’re two-timing?” The senior Shaw butler’s face darkened, and he started to reach for his phone to call Mrs. Shaw. I waved him off, indicating I had it handled. “When did I ever say I was buying a ring to marry you?” I met Kira’s eyes. “Ms. Bellweather, have you passed the asset check? Are you even qualified to be in this auction house? Do you know how much it costs to override a sealed bid?” Kira’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Ms. Kincaid is right. I shouldn’t be here.” “I’ll just go…” She said the words, but she didn’t move an inch. The text overlay’s opinion began to shift. [Doesn’t Kira seem a little manipulative? Is this really our Kira…?] [She says she’s leaving, so why isn’t she leaving? Waiting for the two guys to hold her back?] [Wow, side character is so cool! I’m changing teams!] Tate exploded with fury. “What’s with the attitude?” “You just won the birth lottery, Rory. Who are you to look down on Kira?” I smiled. “I not only look down on her, I look down on you.” “You two are all bluster. If you can actually afford it, I’ll happily let you have the ring.” He started to nod, but choked when he saw the long string of zeroes on the final sale price. They hadn’t officially taken over their family companies yet. Their personal allowances were large compared to average people, but they were nothing next to the liquid assets of the Shaw family. Holden’s face was dark. He actually reached out as if to snatch the box. “You’re pathetic. You spent your life savings on a diamond just to marry me.” “Let me tell you, our wedding must be pushed to next month.” “I won’t have Kira slandered after we marry, so I’m going to register our marriage and have a small ceremony with her first.” Before I could reply, Holden stated his demand forcefully. “This isn’t a discussion, it’s a notice.” [What is this guy saying? What a scumbag!] [Anyone defending Holden, I hope your fiancé registers his marriage with another woman before your wedding!] [Side character, run! Lock the scum and the manipulator in a box and throw away the key!] “Done.” I agreed instantly. Holden’s next words died in his throat. He looked stunned for a moment before reacting. “You… you agreed?” I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away. Then, I immediately spread the absurd story about the three of them—the two male leads getting matching wedding bands with Kira—throughout the Inner Circle. Tate was a volatile hothead, but Holden’s family was taking a public relations beating. Mr. Maxwell was furious. Holden, in a classic self-destructive move, decided to embrace the chaos and took Tate and Kira on a pre-wedding honeymoon. He didn’t forget to send me an invitation. I glanced at it. How convenient. The same day, the same hotel. I ignored their antics, focused only on my wedding preparations. Until the day before the ceremony. I was at the hotel for the rehearsal when I heard someone call out behind me. “…Rory Kincaid?” 4 Kira Bellweather stared at the ballroom behind me. The crystal chandeliers were blinding, the stage expansive. It was the Grand Vista, clearly the main venue. Meanwhile, her wedding— It was set for a tiny, corner conference room. Holden had insisted on keeping it quiet to “avoid bad publicity.” The fury and resentment in her eyes were almost palpable. “You’re… you’re also getting married tomorrow?” I corrected her. “I’m getting married. Not just engaged.” She spoke as if she hadn’t heard, her voice rising sharply. “Did you have to choose this day? Are you doing this on purpose!” “Ms. Bellweather, I already told you I wasn’t going to choose Holden for the alliance.” “Do you even believe that lie?!” She shrieked, cutting me off. “You deliberately chose our wedding day to host your own in the biggest ballroom—” “If you’re not targeting me, who are you targeting?!” I looked at her, finding the whole thing absurd. “Do you really think I care about you that much?” The sentence instantly twisted Kira’s features. “How dare you say that to me?!” “Holden has to marry you, but so what?” “He and Tate love me most! They’ll always put me first!” I laughed, the sound sharp and sarcastic. “Oh, is that so?” “They love you so much they’re making you the dirty little side piece that has to hide in a closet? You’re so lucky!” Kira was shaking with rage. She suddenly raised her hand. I instinctively moved aside. Her slap missed, and the force threw her off balance. She slammed into the makeup vanity. The mirror shattered with a crash. Glass scattered everywhere. She fell to the floor, her dress ripped, and blood quickly began to seep from cuts on her arm and leg. The backroom door burst open.

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I’m Charlotte Monroe’s secretary—uptight, rigid, and by the book. For three years, I’ve never made a single mistake. Until I ran into her at a bar. I was drunk. I stormed over and spent the entire night treating her like a dog I was training. Terrified of getting fired, I lied the next day and claimed she’d met my twin brother. Charlotte stared at me, a thoughtful glint in her eye. After a long moment, she spoke. “I’ll raise your salary by five thousand a month. Give me your brother’s contact information.” 1 Last night’s high was directly proportional to this morning’s low. Right now, Charlotte was sitting in her office. Her sensual lips were stained with a trace of blood, and a distinct scratch marked the pale skin of her neck—all souvenirs from my handiwork last night. Guiltily, I averted my gaze, convinced I’d misheard her. “I’m sorry, Ms. Monroe, what did you just say?” I asked instinctively. My lapse in attention earned me a displeased frown. But she repeated herself. “Give me your brother’s contact information.” “May I ask what this is regarding?” “A personal matter.” After a long pause, I finally managed, “I’m sorry, Ms. Monroe, I don’t think I can help you. The truth is… my brother and I aren’t very close.” Charlotte raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. I pressed on, my voice stiff. “You see, after our parents divorced, my brother and I were separated. We haven’t been in contact for a long time.” “A long time, you say? Then how did he know to call me his little dog, Charlotte?” She let out a cold laugh. “Your ‘brother’ was quite rude to me yesterday. We’ve never met. The only way he could have known who I was is if you’d mentioned me to him.” The hairs on my neck stood up. How could I have forgotten that detail? Last night was… a bit of a blur. I saw Charlotte, drunk off my mind, and marched over and slapped her across the face. “Insolent mutt! Why do you not kneel before your king?” She was completely stunned. The rest is hazy. The next thing I clearly remember, I’d stripped her down to her blouse, used her jacket and silk scarf to tie her hands behind her back, and was making her kneel while addressing me as “Your Majesty.” The memory alone made my brain short-circuit. I cleared my throat. “We have had… some minimal contact. We exchanged a few jokes. I never thought he’d take them seriously…” “My brother is just impulsive and reckless. If he offended you in any way, please don’t take it to heart.” “I’ve already taken it to heart,” she said, her expression unreadable. “I won’t make things difficult for you. Find an opportunity to ask him. I have a feeling he’ll be more than happy to add me as a friend.” With that, she waved a dismissive hand. “You may go.” It wasn’t until I was outside her office that the rigid posture I’d been holding finally collapsed. 2 I was known for being the quintessential stuffy male secretary. Meticulous. Never smiling. For three years, I’d been a model of perfect, error-free diligence. But being a secretary was never my endgame. It was a stepping stone, a way to earn a recommendation from Charlotte herself. Last week, I learned the company was launching a new subsidiary. They needed a manager. As the head of the project, Charlotte had the final say on who to recommend. I’d submitted my application a few days ago, and the decision was still pending. When I got back to my desk, a few colleagues swarmed me. “Simon, has the transfer list been finalized?” “Not yet.” “It has to be you, right? Ms. Monroe trusts you so much. I can’t imagine it being anyone else.” “I agree. After the boss, you’re the busiest person in this entire company. You haven’t had a proper weekend in three years, have you?” I just smiled and shook my head. “It’s not a sure thing. The boss has her own plans.” But despite my words, a spark of hope flickered within me. The next day, Charlotte called me into her office. “Submit the recommendation for the new general manager to the board for approval and announcement.” I looked at the name on the file. Felix Vance. He’d started at the company at the same time as me. I was assigned to the executive office, while he’d remained in the sales department. I stood frozen, clutching the file. Charlotte gave me a curious look. “Is there something else?” “May I ask why I wasn’t chosen?” She seemed surprised by my directness. “There’s no reason. You’re not the right fit.” I pressed on. “In what way am I not the right fit?” A flicker of annoyance crossed her face. “The new company needs someone who understands sales, someone bold and innovative. You’re conservative, detail-oriented. You’re fine for administrative work, but you’re not suited for market development.” “But I…” “That’s enough. The matter is closed. My decision is final. Your job is to execute it.” Her face hardened, and she looked down at her documents, dismissing me. The conversation was over. Charlotte was a notoriously picky person with a thousand unspoken rules. She liked her water at exactly 113 degrees Fahrenheit, her coffee black, her jackets exclusively black. Even her laptop had to be positioned at a precise angle. For three years, I had carefully observed her every habit, terrified of breaking one of her rules. And all it had earned me was being called “too focused on details.” My heart went cold. Taking a deep breath, I decided to speak again. “Ms. Monroe, there’s one more thing to report.” “Speak.” “You asked me to speak with my brother. I’ve asked for his opinion.” Her expression softened slightly, and she looked up at me again. “What did he say?” “He said yes.” The corners of Charlotte’s mouth tilted upward. “Good. Send him my contact.” Then she reconsidered. “Actually, no. Send me his. I’ll add him myself.” 3 After the official announcement, I spent the afternoon fielding sympathetic comments from my colleagues. “Ms. Monroe must not want to let you go. You’re her right-hand man, after all.” “It’s a competency trap. She probably knows she’ll never find another secretary who suits her so well.” “Besides, for the new company, I bet Ms. Monroe wanted a woman in that role. It’s tough for guys in the corporate world.” I feigned indifference, saying it didn’t really matter to me. In reality, I was grinding my back teeth to dust. Damn you, Charlotte. This time, I’m going to make you wear out your kneecaps. Before leaving work, I created a new account. For the profile picture, I used a photo from my college days. Black motorcycle jacket, hair dyed silver-grey—a world away from the man in the gold-rimmed glasses with meticulously combed hair I was today. After making sure there were no other issues, I sent the contact card to Charlotte. A friend request came through almost immediately. I accepted. My first message: [Heard you were looking for me?] She replied instantly. [I was. Don’t you think you should take responsibility for assaulting someone? My knees still hurt.] [That must be because your kneeling posture was incorrect.] [You’re right. It’s all my fault.] Before I could reply, another message came through. I opened it. It was a photo. A selfie of a woman kneeling behind an office desk. Her face wasn’t visible, but the tailored business suit was unmistakably hers. [Is Your Majesty’s anger appeased now?] Hiss— She was really committing to this, wasn’t she? I sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively turning my phone away as if it were burning hot. But a strange, secret thrill coursed through me. I glanced toward Charlotte’s office. The door was shut tight, offering no clue as to what she was doing inside. I tapped my phone and changed her contact name to [Charlotte the Dog]. As I was packing up, a colleague came over. “Simon, we have a department dinner tonight. Who are you riding with?” I blinked, having completely forgotten about the year-end team dinner. It was at a bar. I had developed a recent and severe allergy to bars. “I have to work late,” I said immediately. “I won’t be able to make it.” As expected, a look of pity crossed her face. “The boss’s work pace is terrifying. You’re the only one in the whole company who can keep up.” I managed a weak smile and didn’t reply. I waited until the entire department had left before finally letting out a sigh of relief. My arms were still sore from all the slapping last night. I was looking forward to going home early and catching up on sleep. Just as I was shutting down my computer, I heard footsteps behind me. “You didn’t go to the dinner?” Even though the promotion issue had left a bitter taste in my mouth, I forced myself to sound cheerful. “No, I still have some work to finish up.” “Are you done now?” Unsure of her intentions, I played it safe. “Almost.” “I’ll wait for you. We can go together.” I froze. “Go? Go where?” “To the team dinner.” I was stunned. “You’re going too?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Is there a rule against it?” I plastered on my professional smile. “Of course not.” The car ride was silent. Charlotte sat beside me, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. My mind drifted to the photo she’d sent me, of her half-kneeling on her chair. I couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at her. She caught me. “Something on your mind?” “There seems to be a… a tear in your collar. Do you need a bandage?” I blurted out, pointing randomly at the area just above her collarbone. Instant regret. That was exactly where I’d bitten her. Her brow furrowed. She opened her phone, using the front-facing camera to inspect her neck. Her voice turned frosty. “No.” I didn’t dare say another word. But a second later, my phone began to vibrate violently. Charlotte the Dog: [You bit my neck.] Charlotte the Dog: [And your brother saw it. How am I supposed to explain this?] I glanced at my screen, terrified Charlotte would see. I didn’t dare reply. Charlotte tapped her fingers on her knee. Then started typing again. Charlotte the Dog: [Hello? Why aren’t you answering me?] Charlotte the Dog: [I’m not blaming you, you know~] Charlotte the Dog: [Have you found another dog behind my back?] Her typing speed was insane. I hadn’t even had time to switch my phone to silent. In the quiet car, my phone was practically doing a breakdance. Charlotte shot me an irritated look. “Is your phone always that loud?” she drawled sarcastically. “Who could possibly have so much to say?” I quickly enabled Do Not Disturb mode and forced a laugh. “Sorry about that. My dog must have stepped on the keyboard.” 4 I was already annoyed. Arriving at the bar and seeing Felix there only made it worse. I stopped in my tracks, a familiar bitterness rising in my chest. Charlotte never attended department dinners. Could it be that she came specifically because she knew Felix would be here? I had cultivated a persona of a cool, professional, and frankly, boring secretary. After a brief greeting, I found a quiet corner and settled in. Everyone was used to my personality, so no one paid me much mind. Felix, however, lit up the moment he saw Charlotte, immediately drawing her into the center of the group. “Ms. Monroe, I hope you don’t mind me crashing your department’s party,” he said with a charming smile. Charlotte barely glanced at him. “Whether I mind or not, you’re already here.” Her bluntness left Felix speechless. Charlotte was known for her sharp tongue, a lesson he was clearly learning for the first time. He recovered quickly. “Ms. Monroe, let me raise a glass to you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to prove myself at the new company.” Charlotte’s eyes flickered toward me for a split second. She cleared her throat. “No need to thank me. It was a choice of the lesser of two evils. There just wasn’t anyone else suitable.” Felix froze again. I had been secretly enjoying his discomfort, but then I realized something. Wasn’t she insulting me too with that comment? I frowned and pulled out my phone. Switching to my alternate account, I tapped on [Charlotte the Dog]. [Slap yourself. Right now.] Beside me, Charlotte’s phone screen lit up. I could see her expression turn strange as she typed back a question mark. [Why?] Me: [Do I need a reason to give a command?] Me: [What, is such a small task too much for you?] Charlotte bit her lip. [It’s the company dinner. All my subordinates are here.] [Be a good girl. I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight, okay?] Me: [Not okay.] Me: [I can find someone else tonight.] The next second, I watched as Charlotte raised her hand and slapped herself across the face. The private room fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds. Felix was the first to react. “Ms. Monroe?” “A mosquito,” she said flatly. A mosquito. In a bar. In the middle of winter. Right. Felix seemed to buy it. After the slap, she looked down and sent me a message. Charlotte the Dog: [I just hit myself.] Me: [Oh.] Charlotte the Dog: [Are you satisfied?] I played dumb. [I wasn’t there. How would I know if you actually did it?] Charlotte the Dog: [Is that an invitation?] Charlotte the Dog: [My left cheek is still untouched. Want to try it out tonight?] Me: ? Help. This woman was certifiably insane. When the party broke up, the red mark on Charlotte’s face still hadn’t faded. As expected of the CEO. She didn’t even hold back on herself.

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The new transfer student calls herself a delicate little princess. As the class president collecting homework, she pouted and mocked me on the spot. “The class president is the servant of the whole class, and a servant should have a servant’s attitude.” “How about this, you kneel down and say ‘Princess, please hand in your homework,’ and I’ll give it to you.” I was shocked by her and handed her over to the teacher directly. But the next day, she posted about me on the confession wall (campus forum), spreading rumors. “Does the class president have the privilege to isolate people?” Just like that, I was isolated by my classmates. She, on the other hand, put on a wedding dress and ran to my boyfriend with a charming smile. “Although you loved that bully, a princess should be magnanimous.” “Now this princess has chosen you, I allow you to date me!” After my boyfriend rejected her, she turned angry from embarrassment, spreading rumors that my boyfriend and I bullied her together. My boyfriend and I were hit and killed by a car driven by her fanatic fan. She became the pitiful, strong little princess. Opening my eyes again, this time, both my boyfriend and I were reborn! 1 “Hehe, want me to hand in homework? It’s simple!” “The class president is the servant of the whole class, and a servant should have a servant’s attitude.” “How about this, you kneel down and say ‘Princess, please hand in your homework,’ and I’ll give it to you.” Lily Scott pouted her small mouth, showing a charming and cute expression. The other male students beside her smiled dotingly. The exact same scene as in my previous life. At that time, I thought she was brain-dead and ignored her completely. So I was slandered by her as isolating her, leading the exclusion against her, and finally creating a campus bullying incident. As a straight-A student, I focused wholeheartedly on the library and laboratory with my boyfriend, not noticing the rumors outside at all. By the time I reacted, it was already too late. Since God gave me another chance. Then I’ll teach this stupid and bad thing how to be a person. I looked down at the phone recording in my shirt pocket. Smiled. “Student Lily Scott, we don’t have the tradition here where the person collecting homework has to kneel to the person handing in homework.” “If you have such traditional customs where you come from, you should do as the Romans do. Since you’re here, please change a bit.” “After all, people here don’t kneel to anyone except God and parents!” Although I didn’t use swear words the whole time. But the scolding was quite dirty. The classmates burst into laughter instantly. Lily Scott’s slightly chubby face turned red, angry and aggrieved. “President, I was just joking. Why are your words so harsh?” “I know I’m a transfer student, and being excluded is normal, but you are the class president, and also a woman, yet you target me like this.” Playing the victim and smearing come so naturally to her. I sneered and mocked. “Are you double-standard?” “You asking me to kneel just now was a joke, but when I said we don’t have this custom, you said my words were harsh.” “Other students are very cooperative in handing in homework, only you are not. Are you sure you are not targeting me?” Logic is clear. Lily Scott was rendered speechless by me. Even the most brain-dead students knew clearly that it was Lily Scott making trouble first. Her eyes turned red, mouth turned down, just about to pretend to be aggrieved and play the victim. I continued to add with a smile. “Student Lily Scott, although I also want to chat and play with you for a while longer.” “But there are only five minutes left until the professor’s deadline for handing in homework. If I don’t hand it in on time, the whole class’s grades will be invalid.” “Hurry up and give me the homework.” 2 A look of astonishment flashed in Lily Scott’s eyes. Seems very surprised that the silent class president everyone talked about suddenly became eloquent. I spread my hands with a smile. “Lily Scott, hurry up and give me the workbook, or we really won’t make it.” After speaking, I looked down at my watch. “Originally, I reserved half an hour to deliver the homework, but you pestered me for so long, there are only ten minutes left until the professor stops accepting homework.” “It’s still not too late for me to run over now, otherwise everyone’s homework will be invalid!” In this situation, diverting the conflict is the best solution. Sure enough, the classmates who were watching the fun and standing by just now spoke up. “Princess Scott, play later, hand in the homework quickly.” “Otherwise our homework points for this semester will be deducted, and many students will fail the course then!” Saying this, a student enthusiastically picked up the homework on her desk and said. “Is it this one?” Lily Scott hurriedly reached out to grab it, but was a step too late. The student was surprised. “Why isn’t this homework finished? The teacher assigned it a week ago.” As soon as these words came out, everyone’s teasing faces became complicated. Everyone thought at first she simply wanted to liven up the atmosphere and tease me. Resulting in her not finishing it at all, so she deliberately delayed time. And at this time, I also spoke appropriately. “Lily Scott, if you haven’t finished, you can tell me directly. I just won’t collect yours, or put in a good word for you in front of the professor.” “But you shouldn’t delay our time, almost causing everyone to get a zero with you!” Finished. I hurriedly ran towards the teaching building with the homework. Actually, there was enough time, but I just wanted to act very anxious. The sound of everyone’s complaints instantly rang out behind me. “Holy crap, luckily the class president reacted, otherwise our homework this semester would have been done in vain.” “If you didn’t do it, you didn’t do it, why drag us down.” “Why so selfish…” Although I couldn’t see it, I could imagine how ugly Lily Scott’s face was at this moment. No matter how eloquent she is, how good at acting coquettishly. This time she offended the whole class, and this bad impression is left. It won’t be so easy to cause trouble in the future. 3 Because I delivered the homework in time, the homework counted. Actually, I could have totally let the homework not be delivered, making everyone hate Lily Scott more. But there are several poor students in the class. If the homework gets zero, they won’t get their scholarships and grants. However, after returning to the classroom. I started playing the victim, wiping sweat that didn’t exist, panting heavily. “I almost fell running just now, luckily delivered within the specified time.” “The professor scolded me for a long time, saying I have no time planning for cutting it so close, and said we don’t care about homework. I apologized repeatedly, saying we will definitely do well in the final exam, before he let us go.” Then looked at Lily Scott somewhat helplessly. “I pleaded with the professor for you, saying you are a transfer student, only been here half a month and not familiar with homework, wanting her to give you a chance.” “But the professor said your attitude in class usually isn’t correct, and you are playful when doing experiments.” “Sorry, I didn’t manage to plead for you.” She treated me like that, yet I still put in a good word for her. Everyone praised me for being kind and generous. Only Lily Scott gritted her teeth in anger, but instantly turned into an expression of extreme grievance, saying pitifully. “Boohoo, I’m hated by the professor, homework counted as zero, will I not be able to graduate?” “Actually there are so many workbooks, the professor won’t count them at all. If class president you didn’t say, the professor wouldn’t have noticed at all.” “Class President, you are too bad, boohoo, I don’t like you anymore.” This acting skill and ability to counter-accuse. Really, studying in our school is really a waste of talent, should go be an actor, easily get an Oscar. Her words also have some truth. With so many students in the class and so much homework, many teachers just look casually or don’t grade at all. But unfortunately, our professor is famous for being rigorous and serious. Before I could speak, the student who got the scholarship spoke up to retort. “Won’t notice my foot. Professor Lee is the strictest teacher in the school. If there are any missing and not said in advance, the average score of our class will be deducted by ten points.” “It’s fine if you don’t do homework yourself, but don’t cause us to fail and not get scholarships.” “I really don’t understand, why do you come to school if you don’t study or do homework? With this time and money, what can’t you do?” These words were quite harsh. But because the speaker was the class academic genius, and also a handsome boy. She didn’t refute, but looked at him pitifully with big misty eyes. Generally, boys fall for this from girls. But this genius academic is different. He was the top scorer in science that year, and skipped grades, two years younger than us. Hasn’t even had his first awakening of love. Whoever affects his grades, even the King of Heaven won’t be spared. Not only that, he also has a group of fangirls and fanboys. Started to stand on his side one after another. This time Lily Scott kicked an iron plate. Many people started gossiping about her behind her back. 4 Actually, this matter would have passed if left alone. After all, no actual harm was caused to everyone. But Lily Scott, this idiot, actually actively posted about me on the confession wall (campus forum). [Boohoo, Wall, I’m so pitiful. Just transferred here and was isolated by the class president leading the way. Obviously girls are the most beautiful existence in the world, why still have female competition and bullying? It’s not that I don’t study hard, but just transferred and can’t keep up with classes. Is this the reason for campus bullying? If there is a choice, who wouldn’t want to be a genius student? Do underachievers not deserve to live?] As soon as this post came out, it instantly went viral. Campus bullying, female competition, and underachiever. These three buffs stacked, it would be popular anywhere. Because school has started for a long time, transfer students who just transferred over can be counted on one hand, and soon locked onto Lily Scott. Usually she likes to post her carefully photoshopped beautiful photos on the campus forum, and occasionally watches basketball in a JK uniform (Japanese school uniform style) at the basketball court. Plus her sweet and whiny voice and looks, many students have an impression of her. Uninformed students started to stand by her side, scolding me below. Regarding all this, I pretended to turn a blind eye, letting public opinion ferment, just like in my previous life. But that time was passive, and this time is active. Because only when public opinion reaches its climax, known to everyone, when I clarify and slap her face, can she be mocked by everyone and nailed to the pillar of shame. So just like in my previous life, I hung out in the library and laboratory with my boyfriend. But my boyfriend, who always turned a deaf ear to outside matters and only focused on studying and experiments, suddenly took the initiative to mention this topic. “Molly, that new transfer student named Lily Scott in your class is throwing dirty water on you on the school forum website.” “My friend has a few friends who are hackers, can ask them to blow up the forum, what do you think?” Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment. Looking up, I met his amber eyes, full of heartache and hesitation. Also faintly glowing red. Hands hanging on both sides, tightly clenched into fists, seeming to suppress anger and unwillingness. In just this moment, I understood that he was also reborn. Just reborn a little later than me. I reached out my hand, actively holding his, feeling his still cold sweaty hand. Voice gentle and firm. “Gavin, don’t be afraid, this time we will absolutely not repeat the same mistake.” 5 Just one sentence. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, hugged me tightly in his arms, very hard, as if wanting to knead me into his bones and merge with him. The day of the car accident in my previous life, at the moment the accident happened. Knowing he was powerless to save the situation, he also hugged me tightly like this, wanting me to survive, or perhaps wanting me to suffer less pain. He and I are childhood sweethearts, living in the same community. He has been a genius since childhood, two years younger than me but in the same class. Originally he could continue to skip grades. But he didn’t, instead always being my classmate. In the second year of high school, he was admitted to MIT in advance, but he didn’t go. Instead, he continued studying in the class, being my desk mate to tutor me. All the students in the school knew he liked me, and the school teachers also defaulted to us as a couple, after all, one was first place, one was second place. Until after the college entrance exam, he confessed to me. He rarely had mood swings, but that day he held roses awkwardly, confessing to me awkwardly and nervously. Speaking to the end, his eyes were red, and huge tears fell down. At that time, not only me, but also the classmates and teachers beside were shocked! Is this still the Gavin who usually doesn’t care about anything and can speak confidently on stage in front of thousands of teachers and students? Just in that moment. Everyone knew he loved me miserably. Although he usually speaks little, we have a special tacit understanding. One look knows what the other wants to do, and then thoughtfully deliver it. He doesn’t have the romantic cells of ordinary boys, nor sweet words to make me happy, nor solemn pledges of love. But he makes me extremely at ease, like the wind, gentle and firm. I stood on tiptoe, touching his somewhat frizzy hair. Like coaxing a child. “This time we will really be fine, I swear.” “I deliberately let her jump around on the Internet, just to let public opinion reach its climax, then let her fall to the bottom, and finally ruin her reputation and die a bad death.” “In two days she will come to seduce you. While protecting yourself, record a video.” He frowned slightly, obviously very disgusted with this woman Lily Scott. But still nodded obediently. “Okay, I know.” So good. My Gavin is so obedient!

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The kidnappers asked who the child of the Montgomery family was. I watched as my sister’s face turned pale with fear, and I stepped forward voluntarily. The kidnappers took me away. When the police chased us, they sold me to a remote village to be a child bride for a mentally disabled man during their escape. At eighteen, I risked my life to escape. When the police brought me home, my sister looked at me with disgust. “Having such a sister is so embarrassing!” Our parents’ initial guilt was worn away by my sister’s repeated framing, and I was killed by her schemes. Reborn to the day of the kidnapping, on the way to elementary school, I pretended to be sick and went home. “Don’t forget to miss me when I’m not around, sis!” 1 “Lucy, we have to hurry, or we’ll be late!” Before my eyes appeared Lily’s gentle smile and her doting expression. I looked around in surprise at the familiar buildings. This was the day the kidnapping happened. In my past life, Lily woke up late and dragged me to take a shortcut to school, where we encountered kidnappers. The kidnappers fiercely asked who the eldest daughter of the Montgomery family was. She hid behind me, trembling with fear. At that time, I only wanted to protect my “sister,” so I was taken away by the kidnappers. After going through untold hardships to return home, I was killed by her schemes. Therefore, I decided to send her to hell myself in this life. “Sister, it’s so good to see you!” The corners of my mouth raised into an innocent smile, hiding the darkness in my heart in the boundless purgatory. I really want to see what the lofty heiress will become in twelve years. I’m so looking forward to it! 2 “Silly girl, don’t we see each other every day?” She rubbed my head. The next second, I clutched my stomach and screamed. “Sister, my stomach hurts!” She looked at me anxiously, “Lucy, why does your stomach hurt all of a sudden? Did you sneak snacks yesterday?” I nodded, and she looked at me helplessly. At this time, Lily was the most outstanding child in the eyes of teachers and parents, so a good child certainly couldn’t be late. Seeing the red light starting to count down, she became more anxious. So I said considerately: “Sister, I’ll go home to rest first. I won’t go to school today. You hurry to school, or you’ll be late.” After crossing the traffic light, there was the intersection that determined fate. I had to let her walk the path of my previous life, my good sister! As expected, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Then go home and rest well. When school is over, I’ll buy you a toy!” I nodded obediently. “Sister, when I’m not by your side, you must miss me!” I leaned into her ear to say goodbye, then waved and left. Only after watching her walk into that alley did I slowly walk home! Lily has been competitive since childhood. Whatever she set her sights on, she would get by any means. In my past life, the neighbor boy Julian was very handsome, and she kept trying to get close to him. But he only had a good relationship with me. Today I didn’t go to school, she should be happy. Finally, no one can compete with her for the boy. But this time, treat it as the last bit of sweetness before her suffering comes. Anyway, she won’t see him. I thought comfortably, my eyebrows flying up. 3 “As long as you don’t hurt my daughter, I’ll give you five million dollars in cash later!” I watched my dad speak in a low and anxious voice. “Okay, okay, okay, I will deliver the money to the designated location as agreed, and you must release my daughter as agreed!” After Dad put down the phone, Mom cried out of breath. I lowered my head sadly, inwardly giving a thumbs up to the kidnappers. They were really on time, exactly the same as in my past life. “Dad, let’s call the police. I’m afraid my sister is in danger!” I looked at him with teary eyes and ran to Mom sadly, burying my face in her arms. In my past life, the kidnappers actually wanted to release me after getting the ransom. After all, they didn’t want trouble. But my good sister strongly suggested that our parents call the police, causing the kidnappers to jump over the wall in desperation and sell me to a fool as a child bride. Now, for the sake of her safety, we must call the police! “Honey, Lucy is right. With the police involved, at least we can guarantee Lily’s safety!” “Okay!” Dad nodded dejectedly. I heard the sound of calling 911 with my own ears. Not long after, the police came to my house and kept asking me about the situation at that time. So I told them clearly that my sister slept late and got up late, dragging me to run to school in a hurry to catch up on time, but I had a stomachache on the way and went home alone. I didn’t hide anything. After all, I’m just a child, and children certainly don’t lie. I looked at the police officer in front of me crying. “Officer, that’s what happened. You must find my sister back. I miss her so much!” Wiping tears indiscriminately with my small hands, at that moment, I even felt that I could win an Oscar for Best Actress. Who wouldn’t say “good” after seeing this true feeling! 4 Early the next morning, the police came to my door and looked at my family apologetically. They didn’t find Lily, and the arrested kidnappers didn’t know where she was sold, but I knew. These kidnappers still had some brains, playing a trick of hiding in plain sight. In my past life, they sold me to a closed small village in this city to be a child bride for that fool’s family. Reasonably speaking, kidnappers would usually sell people far away to avoid being discovered. Therefore, when the police were searching, they inevitably ignored this city and turned their attention to other cities. “Liars, you are all liars, I’m going to find my sister myself!” I struggled out of the nanny’s arms and ran outside, tears dripping madly on the black marble floor tiles, making a crisp sound. 5 “Lucy, Mom only has you left. Don’t be silly!” Mom hurried forward to hug me, hot tears soaking my neck. “Mom, I miss my sister so much!” I hugged her back, my voice hoarse. From then on, I mentioned my sister in front of them all day long, until I got a fever. Looking at the photo of Lily at home made me very sick, so I thought of a way to completely erase her existence. “Doctor, what’s wrong with my daughter?” “Mrs. Montgomery, you don’t need to worry. The young lady just has a fever. She’ll be fine soon after taking medicine.” A very pleasant voice sounded in my ear, but I was too weak to open my eyes. The chirping of birds outside the window was noisy. “Daughter, you’re awake. Come eat breakfast!” I nodded, sat obediently beside her, and looked at the photo on the table with great confusion. “Mom, who is she? Why did I take a picture with her?” Dad looked up at me incredulously and probed: “Lucy, she is your sister!” I looked at him in confusion. “Dad, when did I have a sister? Did you adopt one from the orphanage?” “Honey…” Mom exclaimed, and the two hurried to take me to the hospital. “Doctor, what’s wrong with my daughter? She suddenly forgot the existence of my eldest daughter!” After carefully checking my brain CT, the doctor asked me many questions. I remembered everything, except her. “Has your daughter had significant emotional fluctuations recently?” The middle-aged man with glasses asked very professionally. “Yes, my family recently…” “That’s it. Your daughter has selectively forgotten people or things that make her sad. It is suggested that you’d better not mention her sister in front of her, otherwise it’s easy to stimulate her. This matter has to be slowly adjusted by herself!” I sat aside playing with toys happily, not caring about my condition at all. Since then, they began to hide the existence of my sister in front of me. The photos at home were put away, and even the extra room was closed tightly and never opened again. Everything developed according to my wishes, and there was no trace of my sister at home anymore. Whether it was the butler or the nanny, they were strictly forbidden to mention my sister in my ear. Even the teachers at school were greeted by my dad not to mention her. As for my parents secretly looking for her at a high price, I pretended not to know. Anyway, without twelve years, Lily wouldn’t dream of coming back. 6 “Dad, I’m so scared. Someone is following me!” I hugged him in horror, fear unerasable in my eyes. “Lucy, tell me carefully. Dad will protect you!” Having experienced the pain of losing a child once, he was very vigilant. I intermittently talked about what happened on the way home, and they all looked worried. After a long time, Mom suddenly said: “Honey, let’s move! Those kidnappers have figured out our neighborhood clearly and even followed Lucy. I’m worried…” I heard him sigh, “Let’s move. Otherwise, they are in the dark, who knows what frenzied things they will do.” Early the next morning, I saw many maps of luxury houses at home, as well as a real estate agent talking eloquently beside me. “Mr. Montgomery, the security measures of the luxury houses in this community are very complete. Not only are they equipped with many surveillance cameras, but there are also many internationally famous bodyguards patrolling all day. If anyone dares to make trouble there, they are walking right into a trap. As for the residents there, they are all prominent figures in New York. If the young lady makes friends with them, it will also benefit her development in the future!” Taking advantage of this time, I ran to the neighbor’s house. “Julian, can you move with me? I won’t live here soon.” I eagerly held his hand. His parents just watched us laughing beside us. He looked at me a little anxiously. From the moment I was born, we had never left each other. “Julian, my dad said there are many kids like us in Skyline Estates. We can make many playmates there, and he said something about it being very helpful for our future!” I scratched my head, pretending to be ignorant. “Lucy, did your dad say Skyline Estates?” “Yes, uncle!” Getting my accurate reply, he excitedly pulled Mrs. Reid. You know, those who can buy a house there are either powerful or rich. Living there, whether in politics or business in the future, there will be people to help. Mrs. Reid was also a little moved after hearing this, but still reluctant to leave the house where she had lived for many years. “Most importantly, there are many strong uncles protecting us there. No one will follow me anymore.” Sure enough, hearing that someone was following me, his parents were anxious instantly. “Lucy, you said someone was following you!” I nodded obediently and told them my discovery in a soft voice. After all, they only have Julian as a child. Coupled with Lily’s disappearance a few days ago and my hint, I believe they should know how to choose. “Lucy, don’t be afraid. I’ll move with you and protect you in the future!” He looked at me firmly. In my past life, he said the same thing and protected me with his actions. Even if his face was destroyed and he rarely appeared in front of others, he still appeared under the public eye for me to help me resist external slander and abuse! So, Julian, I want you to have a worry-free life! In the end, I successfully took him to move with me. We were still neighbors. For the convenience of our playing, our parents even broke through the wall and opened a door.

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The day I turned twelve, my father brought a woman home. That was the first time I met Julia. She was immaculately kept, clinging to my father’s side like a delicate vine. The girl standing next to her, my age, peeked at me shyly. She called me “sister.” 01 I just stared, saying nothing. The silence in the room grew heavy, suffocating. That’s when Julia’s face lit up with a practiced, dazzling smile. “You must be Sophie! You’re every bit as charming as Richard described.” Just like that, the tension evaporated. My father shot her a grateful look. Two weeks after the anniversary of my mother’s death, Julia, all of thirty-two years old, moved into our house with her twelve-year-old daughter, Rosie. I was terrified. “Dad,” I asked him, my voice small, “will you still love me?” He smiled, a sad sort of smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” “Will you forget Mom?” I pressed, my heart hammering against my ribs. He was quiet for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh. “How could I ever forget her? But Sophie, I truly care for Julia. Can you try to understand that, for me?” “And Rosie… just think of her as another plate at the dinner table. I promise you, Sophie. No one will ever be more important to me than you are.” I didn’t answer. I just squeezed his hand, clinging to the promise in his words. But a year after they married, things began to change. He started treating Rosie like his own. He’d take her shopping for new clothes, new shoes, and never missed a birthday surprise. He’d tell anyone who would listen that he’d been blessed with another wonderful daughter. Eventually, his “sincere affection” was returned in kind. The day Rosie finally called him “Dad,” he was so overjoyed he ate a second helping of dinner. Afterward, he looked at me, his eyes full of encouragement, of expectation. I avoided his gaze, just as I avoided the chopsticks Julia offered me. “Thank you, Julia,” I said politely, “but I prefer to eat with a fork.” Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second. She recovered quickly, forcing a laugh, and used her chopsticks to place a shrimp on my rice. I took the communal serving fork and scraped the shrimp off my plate, along with every grain of rice it had touched, and dumped it on the side. Julia looked at my father, her eyes welling up with hurt. He slammed his chopsticks on the table, his face turning cold. “Sophie, where are your manners? Is this how you were raised? An adult offers you something, you accept it!” The meal ended in a storm of angry silence. Later, he told me he hadn’t meant to yell at me at the table, but he blamed me for embarrassing Julia. “Julia is good to you, isn’t she? Rosie calls me Dad, but you still call her Julia. Have you ever thought about how that makes her feel?” “No, I haven’t,” I said, my voice flat. “All I know is that I can accept you remarrying, but I can’t accept calling someone else Mom.” “And another thing,” I added, my voice trembling slightly. “Like my mother, I’m allergic to shrimp.” He froze. He didn’t say another word. “She didn’t know,” he mumbled, before turning and walking away, looking utterly defeated. 02 My father always hoped I would one day truly accept Julia as my stepmother, but I kept her at a cool, polite distance. Our patchwork family stumbled along for three years. And then came the seventh anniversary of my mother’s death. Before he remarried, my father and I would spend the entire day at the cemetery together. But things were different now. The first year, under Julia’s “understanding” gaze, he came with me. The second year, Julia had a scheduling conflict and asked him to attend Rosie’s parent-teacher conference in her place. He agonized over it for days but ultimately came with me to the cemetery. But after burning a few sticks of incense, he rushed off. “I just can’t miss it for Rosie, honey. I’ve been thinking about it, and it wouldn’t be right.” I was fourteen, standing in the biting wind, watching his back as he walked away. My eyes burned with tears. Will there even be a next year? I had wondered. Now, I had my answer. He didn’t show up. I waited from sunrise to sunset. Finally, as the last light faded, I spoke to the photograph on the headstone. “Mom,” I said, my voice eerily calm, “from now on, it’ll just be me visiting you. Is that okay?” Her picture smiled back at me, unchanging. I sighed and started the long walk home. A week later, at breakfast, Julia glanced at the calendar on her phone. “Time flies!” she sighed wistfully. “It feels like our wedding was just yesterday, but it’s already been almost three years.” At her words, the perfectly round egg in my father’s hand slipped from his grasp and splattered on the floor. He looked at me, his mouth opening as if to say something, but he was cut off. “Dad, Mom, what’s for breakfast?” Rosie had woken up. Her arrival shattered the strange tension in the living room. Julia playfully chided my father. “Look at this little sleepyhead daughter of yours, just getting up now.” My father, as always, made an excuse for her. “It’s winter break. If she wants to sleep in, let her sleep in!” The scene was so warm, so domestic. It made me feel like a ghost in my own home. “Dad,” I said, my voice cutting through their laughter, “next year, on Mom’s anniversary, you don’t have to come with me.” The cheerful chatter stopped dead. Every eye in the room turned to me. My father’s face was an unreadable mask. I gave them a polite nod. “I’m going to the library.” Then I tightened the straps of my backpack, walked past them, and closed the front door behind me. 03 When I got home from the library that evening, my father and Julia were huddled around the computer with Rosie, their faces glowing with excitement. “Dad,” Rosie was saying, “if we buy this house, can you and Mom have the south-facing master bedroom, and I can have the room next to yours?” “Of course, sweetie!” Just then, he looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. The relaxed joy vanished from his face, replaced by a flicker of discomfort. “Sophie, you’re back?” Julia was just as enthusiastic. “Your father and I were just talking about how to assign the rooms in the new house! Do you want to take a look with us?” But her warmth only fanned the flames of a cold anger inside me. “Is there any point? It sounds like you’ve already decided everything.” Her words must have hit a nerve, because my father’s face flushed with anger. “Who taught you to speak to your elders like that?” My father rarely got angry. But in recent years, every time he did, it was because I had “hurt” Julia’s feelings. I didn’t even look at him. I just turned and walked to my room. As the door closed, I could faintly hear Julia’s placating voice. “Richard, don’t be angry with her, she’s just a kid. We just need to be patient with her.” “Yeah, Dad,” Rosie piped in. “Just be patient with Sophie.” “You’re so understanding, Rosie.” I shut my door, blocking out their voices. I slid down the back of it, my body feeling heavy and weak. The anger had drained out of me, leaving behind a vast, hollow emptiness. Am I really not as good as Rosie? The thought flickered in my mind for a second before I crushed it. I looked at the box under my desk, overflowing with honor certificates and awards, and a sense of calm slowly returned. Who says I’m not as good as her? I’m smarter than her. I achieve more than her. The teachers like me better. So let Dad like her. I don’t care. I pushed myself up and opened a textbook. Mid-terms were just around the corner. You don’t have time for self-pity, Sophie. 04 The hard work paid off. The day the mid-term results were posted, the school put up a new honor roll in the main hall. My name was at the very top of the list. First in the entire grade. Rosie, who used to hover around the top hundred, was nowhere to be found. When I got home, Julia was jabbing a finger into Rosie’s forehead, her perfectly manicured hand a weapon. “Are you an idiot? You spend all day dressing up, trying to look pretty for who? Why can’t you put that energy into your schoolwork?!” “Sophie is only a few months older than you! How can she be first in the grade, and you can’t even make the list? If you do this badly again, your father will stop loving you and only love her!” My father wasn’t home. There was no one to intervene. When she saw me, a flicker of embarrassment crossed Julia’s face. “Oh, Sophie, you’re back.” I nodded and greeted her, then walked past the unfolding drama and into my room. As the door clicked shut, I saw Rosie, head bowed, quietly promising her mother she would do better next time. May arrived, and with it, the second round of exams. Unfortunately for Rosie, she didn’t manage to claw her way back up the rankings. In fact, she dropped even further. The night after the parent-teacher conference, Julia nearly beat Rosie senseless. I could hear her screaming through the walls. “I told you to break up with that boy and focus on your studies, didn’t I? You’re too young to be sneaking around with boys!” My father came home from work to find the chaos and threw himself between them, taking a blow from a broom handle that was meant for Rosie. “She didn’t mean to fail, did she?” he pleaded with Julia. “If you hurt her, you’ll be the one who regrets it later.” Then he shot Rosie a look. “Apologize to your mother. Now.” Rosie just stood there, defiant and silent. That’s when my father turned his fury on me. I was sitting at the dining table, trying to stay out of it. “Your sister is getting beaten, and you just sit there? Won’t you even try to stop them?” “What do you want me to do?” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Jump in front of her and take a hit for you? Would that make you happy?” He was speechless. After that night, Julia started monitoring Rosie’s every move. Rosie had no choice but to temporarily shift her focus back to her studies. But after months of slacking, catching up was nearly impossible. When the final high school entrance exam results came out, I was the top scorer in the district. She didn’t even meet the minimum score for a regular public high school. When I came home after submitting my school choices, I found Rosie sobbing her heart out. It seemed the reality of her failure had finally hit her. Her tears brought my father and Julia rushing to her side, cooing and comforting her. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, walked past the three of them huddled together like a real family, and headed to the library, just like any other day. Good grades come from hard work. And good grades pave the way for a good future. I just never imagined that the path I was so carefully paving for myself would be so violently destroyed. 05 On July 2nd, I got a text from my father asking me to bring a file to his office. He said it was urgent. I didn’t want to go, but Julia and Rosie weren’t home. What if it really was an emergency? I grabbed the file and left. Fifteen minutes later, I regretted it. Who could have imagined that a teenage girl, on a deserted stretch of road, could be silenced by a hand clamped over her mouth and dragged up a wooded hill? The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a tattoo on the man’s arm. Two letters: Z&Z. … When I woke up, the pages of the file I’d been carrying were scattered beneath me, stained with a crimson that burned my eyes. After he was done, the man left. I just lay there, staring up at the canopy of leaves, my body a constellation of pain. It felt like an eternity before I could force myself to move, to pull my torn clothes back on and start the long, agonizing walk home. Only one thought echoed in my mind: I have to wash this filth off me. I was grateful for the approaching darkness. The evening shadows would hide my shredded dress, my tear-streaked face. The house was still empty when I got back. I locked myself in the bathroom. As I stripped off my clothes, I saw my body in the mirror. It was covered in bruises and angry red marks. His vile words from before I passed out flooded my mind: “Wearing a skirt on a road like this… you were just asking for it, weren’t you?” “Slut.” I grabbed a washcloth and started scrubbing my skin, harder and harder, faster and faster. My skin turned raw, then started to bleed in tiny pinpricks under the surface. But I couldn’t get clean. Staring at my reflection, at the broken girl covered in wounds, I finally crumpled to the floor and sobbed. But crying wasn’t enough. The memory of his hands on me, exploring, violating, sent a wave of nausea through me. I lunged for the toilet and retched, my body heaving with violent, dry sobs until my throat was raw. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the cold tiles, gasping for air. A long time passed. Finally, I summoned the courage to call my father. I needed an anchor, something to hold on to. Even just a single word of comfort. But… “Dad, I—” “Where the hell have you been?” he cut me off, his voice sharp with anger. “We’re all celebrating Julia’s 35th birthday tonight! Why aren’t you at the hotel yet?” My mind went blank. The world dissolved into a dull, humming static. “—I’m giving you thirty minutes. Take a cab, whatever. Get yourself to the Grand Oak Hotel. Now.” The last thing I heard before the line went dead was Julia’s softer voice in the background, “Richard, don’t be so hard on the kid…” He hung up. I tried calling back. No answer. Outside, the cicadas buzzed, a relentless, deafening chorus. It was the peak of summer, but I had never felt so cold.

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My sister took a picture of herself sitting on the hood of my Porsche. She posted it with the caption: “23 years old, driving a Porsche, but I still don’t feel happy.” This humble-brag post went viral, and she was flooded with DMs from suitors. One day, she showed off a million-dollar Birkin bag, a gift from one of her new admirers. “Sis, I hinted that I wanted a million-dollar car, but he sent me a million-dollar bag instead. Men are so clueless, right?” I offered a gentle reminder: “Is it possible the dealership just doesn’t sell fake cars?” She immediately blasted me on social media, claiming I was just a jealous older sister. Her army of male fans cyberbullied me until I had no choice but to delete my accounts. She accepted the “rich heir’s” proposal and flaunted hands full of gold jewelry, smirking at the camera: “Wait, you guys haven’t received gold from your boyfriends yet? Really? Just me?” But the internet sleuths were quick. They exposed her gold as fake. By then, she had already stolen my ID to marry the guy and was pregnant. There was no turning back. Our parents were scammed out of their retirement savings by this “perfect son-in-law” and tragically ended their lives. My sister blamed everything on me. In a rage, she pushed me off a 28-story building. “If you hadn’t lent me the Porsche for that photo, I never would have met that scammer! Mom and Dad would still be alive!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she took that photo. The day her fake life began. 1 “When will it be my turn to drive a Porsche at 23? I’m gonna fight you rich kids!” I blinked, staring blankly at the viral repost on my feed. My sister, Bella, was posing on the hood of my Porsche, duck lips and all. The comments were filled with envy, and the likes had already hit 100k. Top comment: “Wow, whose princess is this with the humble brag?” Bella replied: “No~ I’m just from a normal family. Can’t seem to find a guy who wants to spoil me~” In my past life, I discovered she was using my car for clout and advised her to be careful about flashing wealth online. Bella scoffed, calling me a busybody. “Sis, you don’t get it. This is content creation. It’s just a persona.” “You aren’t gonna be petty and expose me, are you?” Thinking I couldn’t protect her forever, I let her have her fun, simply warning her to stay safe. Bella brushed me off, too busy filming her next TikTok. “Got it! You’re so annoying!” A few days later, a gift box appeared at my apartment door. Before I could check the label, Bella rushed out and snatched it. “Don’t touch! That’s a gift from my admirer!” I realized then she had leaked my address during her livestream to get gifts. Ignoring the safety risk, Bella tore open the packaging, revealing a limited edition Louis Vuitton bag. A million-dollar bag. She posed in front of the mirror, admiring herself. Catching me staring, she feigned a sigh. “Sis, I hinted for a car, but he sent a bag. Men are so dense.” I looked at the bag. “Is it possible,” I said slowly, “that dealerships just don’t sell fake cars?” Bella froze. She dropped the bag and glared at me. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re just a jealous old maid because no one sends you gifts! Have you ever even seen luxury goods? Who are you to call it fake!” Seeing she wouldn’t listen, I stayed silent. Bella huffed and stormed off, a flash of malice in her eyes. The next day, I was trending for all the wrong reasons. Bella posted a crying video, claiming I was jealous of her “blessed life” and her “doting boyfriend.” “Sob… I don’t know why my sister would say that. I just wanted to share my happiness.” She accused me of calling the bag fake to sabotage her relationship. Because I wanted to steal her man! I was branded a jealous shrew and a homewrecker. Her fans harassed me in real life until I publicly apologized and deleted my accounts. Bella won. And her victory led to our destruction. This time, I wouldn’t be so stupid. Back in the present, Bella was still preening with the bag. I smiled faintly. “It’s nice.” Bella smirked. “Of course it is. You wouldn’t dare touch a brand like this. Once I marry into money, I’ll have a closet full of these!” “Jealous? Too bad you’re just an unwanted spinster!” She hugged the bag and skipped back to her room, humming. 2 Bella, tasting success, doubled down on her “trust fund baby” persona. I used the excuse of not disturbing her to retreat to my room and plan. In my last life, that fake bag was the hook. Bella believed the guy was rich and started draining my money to maintain her image, desperate to land him. By the time I noticed, she had emptied the account I set up for our parents’ retirement. I immediately logged into my banking app and transferred every cent to a new account Bella didn’t know about. Not a penny for her this time. Sure enough, a few days later, Bella stormed into my room, shoving her phone in my face. “Why is the account empty? Did you spend it on something shady?” Her screen showed a failed payment for a $20,000 watch. I raised an eyebrow. She really had no concept of money. “That’s Mom and Dad’s retirement fund. Why are you touching it?” Bella rolled her eyes. “Retirement fund? That’s my dowry!” “I’m a mega-influencer now! My fans are watching. My dowry needs to be at least five million to match my status!” “If you don’t pay up, are you trying to ruin my career?” “Transfer the money now! I have a date with Oppa!” She threw down the demand and ran out in her heels. I watched from the window as she got into a luxury car downstairs. No money was coming her way. I wondered how long it would take her to realize her “prince” was a fraud without my cash to cushion her fall. 3 Bella didn’t come home that night. The next day, a new video dropped. It was blindingly gold. Gold bracelets up to her elbows, rings on every finger, layers of gold necklaces. She claimed they were “little trinkets” from her boyfriend. “Wait, you guys haven’t received gold from your boyfriends yet? Really? Just me?” “Money is just a number to me.” She then announced she had a five million dollar dowry, so she wasn’t greedy, just showing off their love. The video exploded. Envy poured in. Bella basked in it. “Just wanted to test his love. I’m so touched~” But doubts crept in. Jewelers in the comments pointed out the off-color and lack of hallmarks. People started questioning her “wealthy heiress” status. Bella panicked. She posted seven videos in a row, zooming in on the jewelry. “Seriously? Have you guys never seen real gold? Why would I buy fakes with my family background?” “Where is it fake? Just because your boyfriends are broke doesn’t mean mine is. Don’t be sour grapes.” “Wow, so many haters. I guess my life is just too good for you to understand.” To prove herself, she announced a “Century Wedding.” “This weekend! A luxury wedding at the Grand Hotel! Nothing too fancy, just a few million!” “Fans are welcome! Haters, watch and weep! I’ll prove who I am!” She swore it was happening. But I hadn’t given her a dime. Where was the money coming from? 4 I didn’t give her the five million. But I still took our parents to the “wedding.” We arrived at the grand ballroom. Bella stood on stage alone, in a wedding dress, livestreaming. I checked the stream. It was packed. But as the hour mark passed with no groom, the mood shifted. “What’s happening? Where is he?” “Did the groom run?” “Is this the ‘influencer capability’?” Bella was sweating, texting frantically. Mom and Dad looked worried. I comforted them quietly. The “rich heir” had definitely bailed. I watched Bella panic on stage, curious how she’d spin this. “No way! Oppa just got called to an international conference!” “Career men are the hottest! A good wife supports her man’s business!” She showed a chat screenshot. The guy claimed he had to fly out and sent a “520” (I love you) red packet. “Enjoy the food, everyone! I have plenty of money!” The guests looked confused. This hotel was insanely expensive. I checked the comments. The internet wasn’t buying it. “Left at the altar? Some ‘good boyfriend’.” “She’s definitely broke. Probably dating a loser.” Bella saw the comments and screeched. “You know nothing! I’m carrying the heir to his family! He’s transferring two houses to me tomorrow!” “And a yacht! Once I birth the eldest grandson, my husband is buying me a yacht for parties! I’ll invite my fans!” Mom and Dad grabbed my hands. “Is it true? Is she pregnant?” “We haven’t even met the guy!” Before I could speak, Bella sneered from the stage. “Stop being such dinosaurs! It’s modern love!” “Of course it’s true! I’m marrying into a dynasty!” She caressed her belly, looking proud. She was still flaunting her “million-dollar” dress. Did she really think a baby would secure a scammer? I shook my head and led my bewildered parents out. 5 After settling my parents, I went back to work. Two days later, I was ambushed outside my office. A cup of hot coffee hit me in the face. “How can you be so evil? Can’t stand to see your sister happy?” “Are you even human?” I wiped my face and had security remove the crazy fan. I called Bella. She hung up. I searched her online. She had started a smear campaign against me. “I never thought my own sister would swap my gold for fakes. I got so much hate because of her.” “She dropped out of school to work because she hated studying. Then she tried to force me to quit school too because she was jealous.” She twisted my sacrifice into a villain origin story. “She stole my real jewelry and hid my dowry! My boyfriend left because he thought my family didn’t respect him!” “What did I do wrong? Why do you hate me?!” She cried on camera, blaming me for ruining her life. Her fans attacked me, painting her as the innocent victim. “You never know who the snake is. Her own sister!” “I would hate a sister like that!” “Jealousy is ugly. What a witch!” 6 I shook with rage reading the comments. The fanatic outside was still screaming. “She doesn’t deserve this job!” “Justice for Bella!” I realized avoiding her only made her bolder. She wanted to step on my corpse to climb higher. Fine. If she wants a war, she’s got one. I went to the hospital to document my burns. Then I spent the night editing a video. A rebuttal. “Hi everyone, I’m Bella’s sister.” “Regarding her claims, I have a few things to say.” “First, I worked to support the family because we were poor. I gave up my education so she could have hers.” “Stealing her gold? Hiding her dowry? I run a successful business. I own the Porsche she poses with. Why would I steal fake gold?” “And the ‘five million dollar dowry’? That was the retirement fund I saved for our parents! She tried to steal it all for herself!” 7 I used my own money to boost the video. It trended immediately. The plot twist stunned the internet. Yesterday, I was public enemy number one. Today, the tide turned. I posted the deed to the Porsche (in my name) and screenshots of the comments calling out her fake gold from the start. I also proved I had been working at my company, nowhere near her. Bella had nothing. Just accusations. The netizens turned on her. “So the sister is the rich one?” “She was posing on her sister’s car? Embarrassing.” “It was all a lie!” “The sister is the real villain here! The ‘rich boyfriend’ is probably fake too!” Bella couldn’t handle the backlash. She stormed into my apartment. “Delete the video! Who gave you the right!” She grabbed my collar. “Who cares about your reputation? You’re a nobody! I’m a million-follower influencer! If they find out he ran away, I’m ruined!” “Do you know how many people are mocking me? Say you lied! Or you’re not my sister anymore!” I laughed. Did she think I needed her? I slapped her hand away. “Fine. I’m not your sister.” Bella looked shocked. “What? If I hadn’t gone to school, you wouldn’t have had the chance to work and get rich!” “You owe me!” She forgot she begged me on her knees to drop out so she could go to college. “I earned my money,” I said cold. “Don’t act like you did me a favor.” Bella gasped for air. “Fine! You’ll regret this!” “I already married Oppa! He’s a multinational CEO!” “When he finds out you bullied me, he’ll crush your little company! He’ll bankrupt you with a snap of his fingers!” She threatened me with her imaginary husband. I was dying to see how this “CEO” would destroy me.

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Accused of plagiarism by the entire internet, I announced my retirement right then and there. My boyfriend, Caleb, who had been righteously scolding me moments before, froze. “What are you doing? Didn’t you say you still have student loans to pay off?” His “white moonlight,” the so-called “victim” of my plagiarism, Bella, panicked too. “Harper, you don’t have to punish yourself like this. I’m willing to give you a chance to start over.” I watched the flashing cameras below the stage, my expression unmoving. In my past life, these two humiliated me while secretly stealing my work. In the end, the words I painstakingly wrote cemented Bella’s reputation as a genius author. Reborn, I deleted the author account I had used for six years without hesitation. I’ve had enough of living in a cramped rental apartment. It’s time to go home and inherit my family’s fortune. As for Bella, let’s see how you finish the second half of that bestseller without me. 1 “Ms. Harper Lane, you claim you have evidence to prove your innocence, so where is it?” “As a former fan, I really don’t want to believe you’d do this. Were your previous works even written by you?” Facing the countless microphones thrust in my face, I was momentarily stunned, then my heart began to pound violently. I was reborn. Reborn to the day I held a press conference to prove my innocence. In my previous life, my boyfriend’s first love, Bella, plagiarized my novel, which was based on my own unrequited love story. On the day of its release, it topped the bestseller lists, becoming a viral sensation in the YA genre. Reposted by countless influencers, netizens everywhere cried over its poignant story. I intended to show my original drafts as proof. But on the day of the press conference, someone wiped my hard drive clean. Not a trace was left. I experienced unprecedented cyberbullying. Every day, I received funeral wreaths, photoshopped death portraits, and threatening packages. I gritted my teeth and continued to write, only to be stabbed to death by a crazed anti-fan. Now, seeing me hesitate, my “loving” boyfriend of three years, Caleb, couldn’t wait to fire the first shot. “Harper Lane, if you say Bella framed you, then show the evidence! Don’t make baseless accusations and throw mud at innocent people!” He glared at me angrily, but a flash of triumph flickered in his eyes. Of course. How could he not know what was in my folders? He wanted me ruined so Bella could become the next literary superstar. I lowered my eyes, picked up my laptop, and walked to the podium. Power on. Screen share. The next second, under everyone’s shocked gaze, I deleted the author account I had used for six years. Caleb and Bella stood up abruptly. I spoke coldly: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have been wronged today. My evidence has been destroyed by someone with malicious intent, leaving me unable to defend myself. “This pen name is invalid from today. I am retiring. I will never set foot in the literary world again!” 2 I finished speaking, grabbed my laptop, and turned to leave. Caleb rushed in front of me, blocking my path. “What are you doing? Didn’t you say you still have debts to pay?” “You’re just quitting? Isn’t writing your biggest dream?” Bella panicked too. She walked over, tears welling up in her eyes. “Harper, you don’t have to punish yourself like this. I’m willing to give you a chance to start over.” I sneered as I watched their performance. The next second, Bella bit her lip and knelt before me right there on stage! “Harper, I beg you, please don’t quit writing over such a small matter. Your readers will never forgive me!” “I can delete everything, pretend none of this happened. If you quit, my guilt will be too great. I won’t write anymore either…” The sound of camera shutters exploded instantly. My former star editor couldn’t help but walk over to pull her up. “Bella, what are you saying? Why kneel to a plagiarist?” “She brought this on herself. You just signed a huge contract with the company; don’t forget, you have work to finish.” Too lazy to be attacked here, I simply left the venue. To avoid being blocked by reporters, I took a small path and called a cab from the back door to my rental apartment. On the way back, my phone notifications wouldn’t stop popping up. I opened Twitter. Four of the top ten trending topics were about me. #HarperLanePlagiarism #HarperLaneBella #BellaForcedToKneel #BellaGhostwriter Frantic marketing accounts denied all my past works. They claimed I stole Bella’s ideas and forced her to be my ghostwriter. My comments section was a disaster. 【Gross. Can’t believe I stanned a plagiarist.】 【I watched the livestream. Harper Lane was speechless and even forced Bella to kneel!】 【At least she knows to quit, or I’d ruin her!】 【Even her boyfriend stood up to identify her. Harper, what have you done?】 【I bet she made enough money and is running away. I support Bella suing her until she rots in jail!】 My DMs were full of filth. In contrast, Bella’s followers skyrocketed, her comments filled with heartwarming encouragement. I posted one comment: 【I wish you success in finishing the second half without disappointing your readers.】 I knew I didn’t have many drafts left. Bella was too impatient. She was worried I would publish before she did, so she struck first. But she couldn’t complete the foreshadowing and easter eggs I planted in the first half. Exposing her was only a matter of time. 3 I returned to my rental. A 900-square-foot apartment, neither big nor small, decorated warmly by me. The old walls were covered in photos arranged in a heart shape. Photos of me and Caleb. But every single one was secretly taken by me and printed out. He never agreed to take photos with me. He refused to post me on social media, and on anniversaries, he would start a cold war and disappear. I paid the rent and utilities all these years. I paid for most of our meals and shopping. I immediately contacted the landlord to break the lease, accepting the penalty. I threw away what needed to be thrown and packed up quickly. Just as I was busy, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Caleb and Bella. “Harper, are you moving?” Bella entered and grabbed my hand with fake affection. I coldly pulled my hand away. Caleb looked at me with undisguised disdain. “Moving? As far as I know, her dad died of illness long ago. All the money she earned from writing went to pay off his medical debts. “She hurts over a $2000 rent. If she moves, she can only move to some shady basement.” I looked at him blankly. “What do you want?” Caleb said with disgust: “Apologize to Bella. Admit you plagiarized publicly.” 4 My brow twitched. Is he speaking human language? I questioned him angrily: “Caleb, don’t you know the truth? You’ve been living off me for years, where do you get the face to say this?” Caleb’s expression didn’t change. He spoke righteously. “Because you’re an orphan with no job, and Bella has been a princess surrounded by stars since school. I will help her get whatever she wants. “You probably don’t know, Bella’s parents are teachers. She is better than you in every way.” The boyfriend I had loved since college was now attacking me with the most vicious words. He only knew I was from a single-parent family and moved out due to conflicts with my mother. He didn’t know my mother was the Asia-Pacific Director of a multinational corporation. My father left us an inheritance worth nine figures. If I hadn’t chosen to stay here to avoid inheriting the family business… I would be someone Caleb could never reach in his lifetime. Seeing my silence, Caleb thought his attack worked and sneered. “Some people are born princesses, and some people, no matter how hard they try, are just invisible maids. “If I were you, I’d leave quietly right now and leave everything here to Bella. “What are you staring at? Log on to Twitter and apologize to Bella immediately, or don’t blame me for being unpolite—” The next second, I raised my hand and slapped Caleb hard across the face. I used so much force that Caleb’s face turned to the side. His eyes widened, instantly bloodshot. “Harper Lane, you dare hit me?” Bella screamed, stepping back to take out her phone to record. But I knocked her phone away first, then swung my suitcase, knocking both of them aside. I vented my resentment wildly, smashing whatever was at hand. I didn’t plan to keep anything anyway. “Since you like my stuff so much, take it all!” The room was a mess, everything in sight smashed to pieces. I opened the door and strode out of the place I had lived in for three years. 5 I called my mom. We hadn’t spoken in years, but she picked up immediately. In that moment, my tears flowed uncontrollably. In my past life, from the moment I left in anger after graduation until my death, I never spoke to my mom again. I couldn’t imagine how painful it was for her to hear of my death. This time, I just want to be my mom’s spoiled little girl. “…Just come home. Just come home.” My mom’s voice trembled, repeating those four words. Soon, I was on a plane to New York. Before boarding, I checked Twitter. Bella had posted another fake update. 【Sorry everyone, I’m taking a break from writing. Recent events have been overwhelming. Harper Lane was a senior I respected. I want to take some time to adjust.】 My former editor Lisa quickly reposted it. 【Fans, please give Bella some time to produce even better work. Next month we will hold a fan meeting in New York. Welcome everyone!】 They were clearly trying to mold Bella into a celebrity author. I sighed, turned off my phone, and fell into a deep sleep. When I landed, my mom was there with a driver, bodyguards, and a Rolls-Royce. She said she heard about my situation and was preparing PR and lawyers. “We will pursue this to the end. I will never let my baby daughter suffer any grievance.” I lay in my mom’s arms. She rubbed my back, her chin resting gently on my forehead. The car was filled with exquisite food and my favorite drinks. My mom started preparing the moment she got my call. I hugged her tight. “Don’t worry, Mom. No need for all this trouble.” I smiled. “Soon, the real plagiarist will eat her own bitter fruit.”

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I cut my six-month business trip short just before Valentine’s Day. I’d planned to stop by the boutique watch store to commission a custom piece for my husband, Gray. The sales associate, a charming young woman, gave me a playful, knowing look. “Ms. Sherry, you and Mr. Marcus truly are telepathic. He was just here yesterday, picking up a matched set—a couple’s style—as a holiday gift.” I froze, the air seizing in my lungs. A sudden, sharp memory surfaced: Tiffany Brooks, Gray’s relentlessly chipper assistant, had posted a picture of the exact same watch on her social media just last night. Her caption was a smug, little dagger: [He said my time belongs to him now~] I immediately dialed Gray’s number, but a woman’s voice, thick with sleep and annoyance, answered instead. “Hello? Who is this? Calling in the middle of the night? The boss just finished up and is in the shower. Call back tomorrow.” A cold laugh escaped me. “Who am I? I’m the person who signs your boss’s paychecks.” My voice dropped to an executive chill. “Tell him he and you are both fired. Neither of you needs to show up at the office tomorrow.” 1 I hung up instantly. I turned to my secretary, who had been hovering discreetly behind me. “Alert front-desk security. Effective immediately, Graham Marcus and Tiffany Brooks are barred from entering Sherry Tech premises.” “Also,” I added, my voice flat, “initiate the legal freeze on all of Gray Marcus’s traceable assets. Tell the divorce attorney to prepare the papers.” After my secretary left, I dragged my exhausted body toward our bedroom. But the thought of Tiffany having been in that room, near my side of the bed, made my skin crawl. I pivoted and walked into the guest suite instead. … The next day, I slept until the early afternoon. When I finally powered on my phone, it lagged for a full thirty seconds. The notification bar was solid with missed calls from Gray and 99+ messages. I cleared them all with a single tap—the panicked, testing texts from last night, the raging, frantic accusations from this morning. I replied to my secretary’s update and headed downstairs, finally feeling a beautiful, quiet peace after a long, overdue sleep. But before I could even sit down at the breakfast table, the housekeeper approached with her own phone. “Ms. Sherry, Mr. Marcus called. He insisted I give the phone to you.” Since my lunch hadn’t been served yet, I took the call. Before I could speak, Gray’s roar of indignation blasted through the receiver. “Cami! What the hell is this supposed to mean? Do you know how much I was humiliated at the office today?!” The immediate, self-centered fury in his voice instantly dissolved the fragile tranquility I had managed to build. The anger I had suppressed last night surged back, raw and demanding. I scoffed. “Gray, understand your position. This is no longer about your embarrassment.” I stirred the rich pork rib soup in my ceramic bowl. “If you ever use that tone with me again, I guarantee you’ll lose a lot more than just your dignity.” I hung up again. A few minutes later, the phone rang a third time. This time, Gray’s anger was still evident, but heavily masked by a forced calm. “Cami, sweetheart, I went to Sherry Tech this morning, and security wouldn’t let me in. They said I was… terminated. What is going on?” I continued stirring my soup, my voice deliberately even. “It’s exactly what you heard. I put you in charge of Sherry Tech only because I was traveling. Now I’m back. It’s perfectly normal for you to step aside, wouldn’t you agree?” “And Tiff? That girl fought off serious competition for that job! She was only fired because she didn’t use a title when answering your midnight call?” His voice cracked, the fury barely contained. My voice instantly iced over. “Tiff? I don’t recall hiring any assistant who wears matching couple’s watches with the boss and spends the night in the master suite.” Gray sputtered into silence. It took him a strained minute to find his voice. “You… you know about that?” He stammered. “Cami, listen, that watch was a company bonus for Tiff’s performance. And she stayed because of a huge storm—she’s terrified of thunder, and she didn’t want to be alone in the guest room. I swear, I slept on the sofa!” I cut him off, my voice flat and devoid of any emotion. “And last night?” He immediately countered, defensive. “Last night was nothing! We finished a business dinner, and we had separate rooms. Her shower broke, and she just came over to borrow mine.” He sighed in a martyr-like way. “Honestly, Cami, are you serious? The girl asked you a couple of innocent questions, and you cursed her out, then threatened her job? I’m a married man, and there’s absolutely nothing between us—” “Please.” I leaned back in my chair, utterly impatient. “Gray, do you think I’m three years old?” “Afraid of thunder? Can’t she shove two cotton balls in her ears? Hotel shower broke? Has she never heard of calling the front desk for a different room?” A flash of the evidence my secretary gathered solidified the chill in my eyes. “Do you really think that because I’ve been out of the country for six months, I’ve been blind?” “The month after I left, you bought her a three-million-dollar condo near the office.” “Three months ago, you gifted her a Porsche.” “Last month, you used a fake business trip as an excuse to fly her to an island resort on a private jet.” “Gray, did you truly think I was a fucking idiot?” My voice was sharp, cutting through his excuses. I delivered my final verdict. “Get the car and the condo back from her. Now.” “Otherwise, she goes to prison, and you lose everything.” Gray tried one last, desperate attempt at damage control. “No, no, I just loaned them to her. They’re just… borrowed.” He switched tactics. “Besides, Mom is desperate for a grandchild to show off to her bridge club. If we divorce—” I interrupted him, ice in my voice. “What else did you think was going to happen?” “If you hadn’t stopped short of a statutory offense, we would be signing papers at the courthouse right now.” I didn’t give him a chance to defend himself again. I disconnected the call. 2 After lunch, I skipped the office and drove straight to the luxury mall with my best friend. A proper shopping spree was the only antidote to that level of betrayal. The next day, buoyed by my successful retail therapy, I pushed open my office door, only to have my blood pressure spike immediately. My husband was sprawled on my pristine leather sofa, and his assistant was practically sitting on him. Seeing me, Gray scrambled, frantically pushing Tiff off of him. “Wife, let me explain!” Tiff stumbled, falling to the floor and letting out a yelp as her elbow hit the corner of the glass coffee table. Gray, however, was focused solely on me, desperately trying to prove his innocence. “Honey, it’s not what it looks like! She accidentally twisted her ankle and fell on me just now—” “Shut up.” I avoided his attempt to reach for my purse, my voice cold enough to drop the temperature in the room. “Who let either of you in? I thought I made it clear you were both terminated.” My secretary and the terrified, visibly shaking front desk security officer scurried in. The guard was pale. “Ms. Sherry, I didn’t dare physically remove them. Mr. Marcus and Ms. Brooks were just loitering in the lobby. Then, the representatives from the partner company arrived for the meeting, and Mr. Marcus—he used his past relationship with them to slip in with the group. I truly couldn’t stop them, ma’am.” I took a deep breath, fighting to regain composure, and waved them off. “Go back to your posts. It’s not your fault.” Once the office was clear, I ignored Gray’s pleading eyes and started a slow survey of my private office. The essential oil diffuser next to the bookshelf was spewing the scent of lily—my least favorite fragrance. The framed picture of Gray and me had been shoved aside, replaced by a cheap, oversized Hello Kitty plush toy. Even the walk-in closet in the private rest area held a dress that was not mine. Tiff suddenly erupted in sobs, as if she were the one who had suffered an unspeakable tragedy. “Ms. Sherry, please don’t misunderstand! There is truly nothing between Mr. Marcus and me. That dress in the closet is only there because I forgot to take it home last time!” Gray immediately stepped forward, shielding Tiff behind him. “Cami, that’s enough. She’s just a young girl. Why are you being so cruel to her?” “The dress was because she got soaked in a rainstorm while running an errand. I had a new one delivered for her to change into. I only brought her here today to collect her personal items. It’s not like she should be forbidden to take her things just because she’s leaving… Wait! What are you doing?!” SLAP! The sharp crack echoed in the silent office. My hand, after shoving Gray aside, landed squarely on Tiff’s cheek, cutting off his pathetic defense. “Cami! Why did you hit Tiff?!” Gray roared, utterly enraged. I spun and slapped him across the face just as hard, my eyes blazing with icy disdain. “Why did I hit her? Do you think you get a pass?” “That piece of trash has a filthy mouth and the audacity to twist the facts to make me look crazy! She deserves every damn thing she gets!” 3 I had partners arriving for a meeting in the penthouse conference room later that evening. Gray couldn’t walk around with a swollen handprint on his face, and Tiff certainly couldn’t keep sobbing hysterically. I looked at Gray, my voice cold. “Are you going to keep making a scene here, or are you coming home with me?” Gray’s face was a mask of mortification, but he bit his lip and followed me out. In the parking garage, Gray took the keys and started to get into the driver’s seat. Tiff, the little opportunist, tried to open the passenger door. “Get out!” I snarled, a sharp, cold reprimand. “My car doesn’t transport trash.” “Cami! That is an awful thing to say!” Gray frowned, his jaw tight. I gave a bitter laugh. “I’m awful? She has the nerve to brazenly chase a married man and lie to my face. She deserves worse.” Tiff immediately dropped her head, feigning pathetic innocence. “I only wanted to ride along to help you two clear up this misunderstanding. I… I never intended to ruin anything.” I didn’t spare her a glance, keeping my icy stare locked on Gray. Finally, cornered and defeated, Gray got out of the car, pulled Tiff aside, and thrust cash into her hand. “Take a taxi home. I’ll reimburse you for the fare.” Only then did Tiff reluctantly walk away. I wanted privacy, so instead of letting the house staff witness the fallout, I drove Gray straight up to our suite. Gray assumed we were going to the bedroom, but I walked past it, heading toward the library. He rushed in front of me, nervously blocking the door. “How about we go somewhere else? You’ve been gone so long, the library must be dusty.” I ignored him, shoved him aside, and unlocked the heavy door. The sight that greeted me made my scalp tingle with a cold, blinding rage. My father’s framed portrait had been knocked to the floor, and a black, foul-smelling residue covered the glass. Scattered documents on the desk and the pristine mahogany floor were soaked with dried, yellow streaks. A sharp, acrid stench of urine burned my nostrils. I gagged, my voice trembling with suppressed violence. “Who did this?” Gray scratched his head, looking deeply uncomfortable. “Uh, Tiff… she might have been careless that day. Her cat might have accidentally—” “Accidentally?!” I grabbed Gray’s arm and yanked him into the doorway. “That library has a vault-grade lock! No one but you and I have the fingerprint access. And you’re telling me this was an accident?” “Wife, calm down,” Gray pleaded, trying to explain. “Tiff’s cat is usually very well-behaved. She brought some documents over for me to sign that day, and she wasn’t feeling well afterward. I guess we forgot to bring the cat with us when we left the room.” I pointed to the wall space above the ruined photo. “There was nothing hanging on that wall except the portrait, and absolutely no foothold for a cat. How did a house cat knock down a heavy, glass-framed photograph?” “And those files!” I pointed at the scattered, ruined desk. “I locked every single sensitive file in the secure safe before I left the country. Why are they out here now?!” Gray was speechless, unable to utter a single word of defense. Suddenly, Tiff appeared behind him. She dropped to her knees, immediately slapping herself across the face. “Ms. Sherry, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault! I am willing to pay for all the damage. This has nothing to do with Mr. Marcus; please, don’t blame him.” “Who let you in?” My voice was a low, dangerous growl. Tiff peered up at me, a flash of undeniable smugness in her tear-filled eyes. “Well, I was always coming over to drop off contracts for Mr. Marcus to sign, and I felt bad always bothering the house manager. So Mr. Marcus… he added my fingerprint to the villa’s security system.” I gave a grim smile and called out to the home AI. “Alexa, please call the police.” “Calling emergency services now, Cami.” “Stop! Alexa, cancel the command!” Gray panicked at the mention of the police. He whirled on me, enraged. “Cami, haven’t you caused enough trouble?” “Tiff already said she’d pay for the damages. Why are you dragging this on?” “I know you’re just jealous that Tiff was here keeping me company while you were gone, and you’re just looking for ways to hurt her.” His back straightened with conviction. “I’m telling you for the last time: there is nothing going on between Tiff and me, and I will not allow you to use her as your punching bag!” I picked up the heavy ceramic mug next to me and hurled it against the wall behind them. “Pay for the damage? Would you stand here and allow someone to deliberately instruct an animal to piss on your father’s memorial?” “Can she afford it? Do I need her pathetic compensation?” Gray protected the screaming Tiff, dodging the shattered pieces. He rubbed his temples in frustration. “Fine! You’re clearly hysterical right now. I can’t reason with you.” “Have someone make a list of the damaged items. Since I let her in, I’ll cover whatever Tiff can’t afford.” I let out a single, cold laugh. “Pay? You want to pay?” “Great. Let’s go to the courthouse right now and get a divorce. We’ll see how much you have left to ‘pay me’ when I’m done.” At the mention of divorce, Gray reacted like a stepped-on dog. “Why are you bringing that up again?” He sighed, adopting a tone of noble sacrifice. “Look, I get it. You just can’t stand Tiff. I’ll take her and go. I’ll keep her out of your sight. She can find a way to pay you back the money. Okay?” “Just don’t say those two words again. No matter how much I love you, I can’t handle this constant emotional blackmail.” With that, Gray didn’t wait for my reaction. He left me standing in the wreckage of the office and walked out, taking Tiffany Brooks with him. 4 No matter how stressful my personal life became, the company still needed me. The next morning, when I arrived at Sherry Tech, my executive key card wouldn’t even unlock the elevator. “What’s going on?” I demanded of the nearest front desk clerk. Before the clerk could answer, Tiffany Brooks emerged from the elevator, clutching a leather binder. She saw me and clapped a hand over her mouth in feigned shock. “Oh, Ms. Sherry! Didn’t you hear? You were voted off the board! Why are you still here?” “Oh, I forgot. Your secretary was also fired for ‘poor work performance’ and is probably too busy filling out her separation papers to notify you.” I raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Say that again? I was voted off the board?” Just then, Gray, flanked by a group of smiling, smug-looking shareholders, hurried toward us. He assumed I was harassing Tiff and immediately pulled her behind him, addressing me with cold contempt. “It’s exactly what you heard.” “Cami, you’ve been officially removed.” “The company shareholders held a meeting moments ago to vote on your removal, and the vote was unanimous. You were completely outvoted.” He crossed his arms. “So, Cami, you don’t need to come into the office anymore. You can just stay home and wait for your quarterly dividends.” I laughed, a sharp, cynical sound. “Removed? I founded this company, and I hold the largest stake. By what right do you dismiss me without even a conversation?!” The shareholders behind Gray looked away, shifting their feet nervously. Gray looked utterly bored. “You hold forty percent of the shares, yes, but you forget that the other shareholders and I control the remaining sixty percent.” “Forty to sixty. The outcome was never in doubt. Even if we had notified you, it would have just been a wasted trip. You couldn’t have changed anything.” I scanned the faces in the cluster, finally seeing them for what they were: a pack of opportunistic jackals. While I was in town, I kept the shareholders on a tight leash, preventing any embezzlement. Six months of my absence, combined with Gray’s lax management, gave them the opening they needed. They knew my return meant the end of their feast, so when Gray gave them the chance to boot me, they seized it. “Gray, that was a masterful play.” “I concede.” I laughed again, this time a hollow, self-deprecating sound. I laughed at my own idiocy—working myself into a severe bleeding ulcer, flying across continents for this company, only to realize I had placed a wolf in my own bed. Gray frowned, annoyed by my reaction. “Cami, we’re not denying you your money. You’ll still get your full dividends. There’s no need to act like we’re persecuting you.” His expression softened, manipulative once more. “Besides, Mom has always wanted a grandchild. You’ll have plenty of time now to focus on conceiving. I want us to have a baby too.” I stared at him for a long moment. “I don’t want that. We’re getting a divorce.” With those words, I turned and walked out of the building. I immediately dialed the internal line for the Sherry Group Legal Department. “My direct order: I want a full-scale withdrawal of all Sherry Group investments in Marcus Tech. They will repay every dollar, principal and interest, within three days.” Then, I called Marcus Tech’s oldest and most ruthless competitor. “Mr. Forrester, it’s Cami Sherry.” “Are you ready to partner with me and watch Marcus Tech burn to the ground?”

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