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I was kidnapped by my father’s enemy. They demanded a ransom of $10 million. To my shock, my father wasn’t even willing to pay $1000 for me. He told them to just keep me as a wife instead. “If your father doesn’t pay up, you know what will happen to you, right?” the kidnapper threatened to throw me into the sea. My teeth chattered as I replied, “I know.” A year later, my father finally called. The man yelled at him: “Forget the money, just take her back! I’m not your babysitter!” He hung up the phone, chewing on a cigarette as he angrily scrubbed my little stuffed animal. In a rundown apartment, the man wore a black cap pulled low, his muscular arms covered in tattoos. “Remember what to say?” he asked. “Yes,” I nodded. My life hung by a thread. The call connected. “I have your daughter Olivia…” “Dad…” Click. As soon as he heard my name, he hung up. The man called again. “I don’t have money, just take the girl.” The next call, my dad’s phone was turned off. Everyone in the room stared at me. “Boss, what do we do now?” they all looked to him. I later learned his name was Ethan Cole. Ethan looked at me, put out his cigarette, and said in a hoarse voice, “Throw her in the sea.”

In the end, I was thrown into a swimming pool instead. There was no sea anywhere near this remote area. Half an hour later, I climbed out soaking wet and returned to my original spot, sitting quietly as I awaited my fate. They were playing cards. Ethan glanced at me, casually tossing down a card, but otherwise ignoring me. The others started discussing me. “Boss, she’s from the city. Won’t she catch a cold being all wet like that?” “Yeah, city folk go to the hospital over a paper cut.” I sat nervously, barely daring to breathe. “You seem so concerned. Want to take her as your wife?” Ethan snapped. “Boss…” “I thought you came here for money, not to pick up girls.” He shot the group an annoyed look. They all fell silent. He turned back to me. “Why are you just standing there?” “Oh.” I stood up uncertainly, moving to a nearby stool. “Go take a shower. There’s no hospital here if you get sick.” He got up and lit a cigarette as he walked out, grumbling, “So high maintenance. Bathroom’s on the left. Don’t you dare wear my clothes!” I replied meekly, “Okay.” He was so fierce.

I cried as I showered, but not because my father abandoned me. I cried because I somehow managed to learn how to swim in just 30 minutes. My name is Olivia Young. My father is a wealthy businessman who’s been married over a dozen times. There are 20 children in the family, and I’m the dumbest one. He never believed he could have produced such a slow, underdeveloped child. Until one day, he laughed as he looked at my paternity test results. “I knew I couldn’t have such a stupid kid!” But as he kept laughing, his face started turning green. After that, I was cast aside. My allowance disappeared. I lost my private room and was moved to the basement. Every day I got up early to cook, clean, and do laundry for the whole family. I asked my grandmother, “Why doesn’t Dad like me?” She glared at me. “Go ask your mother.” I shook my head. Grandma’s dementia was acting up again. My mom had been dead for 10 years. From then on, I was careful with my words and actions, working hard without complaint, afraid of upsetting my father. I thought that would be my life forever. But then I was kidnapped. My peaceful existence was suddenly shattered.

After showering, I had no clothes to wear. I searched the closet and found a t-shirt. I couldn’t find any suitable pants. Hearing voices outside, I didn’t dare linger too long. I had no choice but to go out. When I walked out, everyone immediately stopped horsing around and stared at me – or rather, at my legs. Ethan stared too, frowning as he abruptly stood up. “What are you looking at? Never seen a woman before?” he yelled at the others. “Boss…we weren’t looking.” “Get out!” The group grumbled as they left the mahjong game and filed out. “You, get back inside.” Ethan glared at me. “I…okay.” I didn’t dare argue, turning to run back to the room. I heard his footsteps behind me and frantically closed the door. BAM! He kicked it open. “Dressed like that?” He looked me up and down again. “Kids these days…” “I’m sorry. I…I don’t have any clothes.” I explained shakily, not daring to move as he blocked the doorway. “If you don’t have pants, don’t go out with bare legs.” He leaned against the doorframe, staring at me. “You know those guys out there are all wolves, right? They’d eat you alive if they could.” “I didn’t know…” “Well I’m telling you now. They’re all single guys who haven’t touched a woman in months or even years.” I’ll admit, that scared me. A tear slipped out before I could wipe it away. “Why are you crying? Now you’re scared?” “…” I bit my lip, holding back tears. “For crying out loud!” He chewed on his cigarette as he rummaged through the closet, finally pulling out a pair of athletic shorts and tossing them at my head. “Put these on! And stop crying, or I really will throw you to the dogs. Got it?” “Got it.” I quickly started putting on the shorts. “In the bathroom!” He stared at me and sighed. “I’m a man, and a bad one at that. Do you even know what you’re doing?” “Okay!” I ran to the bathroom with the shorts.

He really was fierce, even more than my father. I didn’t dare defy him. When I came out in the shorts, the room was empty. I saw him at the door getting takeout as I walked out. He had only ordered one portion. I sat next to him, watching as he opened a container of twice-cooked pork fried rice. My mouth started watering. He glanced up at me. “Want some?” “Mm.” I nodded honestly. “Too bad.” He tossed down his chopsticks. I fell silent. Even if he wouldn’t give me any, I couldn’t just take it. I definitely couldn’t overpower him. “Do you know how much your father owes me?” “Ten million dollars.” “So you do know.” He laughed bitterly. “And you still want to eat my food? What, you want to add another $30 to that debt?” I hadn’t eaten in a day. All I could think about was the twice-cooked pork. “Is that okay?” I looked at him pleadingly. “In your dreams.” He dragged out the words. “Don’t think acting all pitiful will make me soft. That doesn’t work on me.” “Okay.” I swallowed hard and sat quietly beside him, not daring to make a sound. He opened the takeout container and poked around with his chopsticks before cursing, “Tastes like crap.” Then he grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and went out to the balcony. I watched silently as he smoked cigarette after cigarette, tilting his head back. My stomach growled loudly, but he still hadn’t come back inside. I looked at the pork, then at my stomach. When he wasn’t looking, I quickly grabbed a piece of meat with my hand and stuffed it in my mouth. He turned back just as I did it. My heart stopped and I froze, not daring to chew. But he just glanced at me before pulling out his phone to make a call, turning his back as he talked. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hunger won out over fear, and I kept sneaking bites of meat. By the time he finished his call and walked back over, I realized I had eaten all the meat, leaving just rice. “Where’s the meat?” He squinted at me. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” He stared me down, suddenly raising his hand- I thought he was going to hit me. I wanted to move but was too scared. But his fingers stopped at my lips, brushing away a grain of rice and holding it up. Busted! “Ate the rice too. Now, how are you going to pay back your father’s debt?” He leaned back, regarding me coolly. “Can’t you make him pay?” “He skipped town.” “Then…I’ll pay it back?” “You? How exactly? You really think a scrawny little thing like you is worth $10 million?” “You…” I felt insulted but didn’t dare get angry. “Finish eating and get out. Don’t bother me anymore.” He stood up and stormed out, slamming the door. Of course I wanted to leave. Only an idiot would stay after being told to go! I quickly finished the rice and ran out as fast as I could. But half an hour later, I was back at the apartment, bedraggled and defeated.

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Declan hosted a celebration party for me tonight. He mysteriously hinted that he had the gift I had been dreaming of and would present it to me in front of everyone tonight. However, when I put on an expensive dress and arrived on time, the hall was empty. Declan’s mocking tone came through the speakers: “Let’s give a warm celebration for Miss Celeste for signing a fifty-million-dollar deal, thank you all for coming!” At that moment, the doors burst open, and everyone rushed in, surrounding Celeste as she walked in. My younger brother shouted, “Sister, are you here to host Celeste’s celebration party?” Countless streamers shot into the air, only to rain down as rotten tomato pieces. Declan wrapped his arm around Celeste’s shoulder and, amidst everyone’s adoration, placed my favorite sapphire necklace around her neck. He said, “Vera, do you see this? This sapphire necklace only suits Celeste’s neck.” “Did you really think you were worthy of having me throw a celebration for you?” “Who wouldn’t follow behind Celeste and scoop up ready-made clients?” I stood there awkwardly, speechless. Declan laughed wickedly, “You’re so vain, everyone here is a wealthy heir. You could just kneel and beg anyone to marry you, why just me?” But when I sent out the real invitations, their faces turned pale when they saw the groom’s name. 1. The empty hall echoed with the piercing broadcast, filled with Declan and Celeste’s playful voices. “Vera really showed up?” “And she wore such a grand evening dress, it’s hilarious!” I understood. This was yet another of Declan’s tactics to humiliate me for Celeste. Sure enough, they were watching the hall’s surveillance, seeing me arrive in full dress, as if watching a clown. “Celeste, didn’t you say you were bored? Isn’t this celebration much more exciting?” My brother Nolan pushed open the hall doors, excitedly shouting, “Welcome the star of today’s event!” Behind the doors was a crowd of guests. They whispered mocking comments about my inappropriate attire. “Is she trying to steal Celeste’s thunder by wearing such a dress here?” “Who doesn’t know this is Celeste’s celebration and birthday party, yet she’s here singing and dancing.” My best friend from childhood waved her hand at that moment. Seeing Declan nod, countless party poppers went off, resounding throughout the building. Colorful streamers fell, blinding everyone’s eyes. Feeling the wet and cold touch, I realized what landed on me were pieces of rotten tomatoes. My nails dug into my palms, the freshly done manicure sharp enough to cut through my hands. Declan thoughtfully brought out a black velvet box, inside was the dazzling sapphire necklace. He personally put it on Celeste. At this moment, Celeste’s indifferent smile finally turned into genuine happiness. Declan walked towards me, flicking tomato residue off my face disdainfully onto my dress. “Vera, aren’t you happy with so many people here celebrating for you?” He spread his arms towards the guests, “Look, all their eyes are on you. Isn’t this what you wanted?” At this moment, my brother Nolan rushed up and grabbed my wrist, “Sister, it was Celeste who initiated the client first, yet you signed the contract before her. Don’t you know she’s mentally fragile?” “How dare you hurt her like that!” Then my best friend Adeline, holding Celeste’s arm, approached, “Sister Vera, the sapphire necklace you’ve always wanted, now completely belongs to her.” “You don’t deserve it. How can someone like you compare to Celeste?” A server passed by with champagne, and Adeline grabbed a glass and splashed it onto my face. “You still dream of Declan marrying you? Stop dreaming, your engagement doesn’t count!” “Parental verbal promises are outdated now!” “No matter how you cling, Declan won’t marry you.” Declan timely handed over a piece of paper, pretending to care for me, “Vera, if you’re so eager to marry into a wealthy family, everyone here has been my good friend for years and partners of the Declan family.” “If you kneel and apologize to Celeste, I’ll help you find a husband.” Nolan laughed so hard he was almost out of breath, patting Declan on the shoulder, “Declan, don’t be too generous to my sister. She doesn’t deserve such good conditions. Look at her, covered in tomato juice, dress all messy. No one would even pick her up if she was left on the roadside.” Before he finished speaking, I could already feel the malicious glances directed at me. In the past, facing such embarrassment, I would have begged Declan to let me leave, not to put me under such scrutiny. I would have tearfully looked at Nolan, saying I am his real sister. Even if not from the same parents, we are family. He couldn’t treat me like this. I would have incredulously asked Adeline why she was betraying me when I considered her my best friend. But unfortunately. At this moment, I was calm. I took off my gloves, wiped away the tomato residue from my face. I turned to the glass to check my hairstyle, cleaning out the visible debris from my hair. I spoke softly, “Declan, thank you for inviting so many guests for me, so everyone can witness this important moment of mine.” “I was originally a bit embarrassed, wanting to keep a low profile. But now, it seems there’s no need to be low-key.” 2. Declan seemed to hear the most hilarious joke, bending over with laughter. “Vera, are you still taking this seriously? The sapphire necklace is already on Celeste’s neck, don’t you know who the star of this party is?” “Oh my god, I didn’t expect you to be so foolish, you’ve outdone yourself again, hahaha!” “Celeste, did you see? Even if she signed your contract first, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a lowlife.” “Absolutely shameless, you may not feel embarrassed, but I do!” At this moment, Nolan felt ashamed of his sister’s public humiliation and shouted angrily, “Shut up! Everyone knows Declan gave Celeste a fifty-million-dollar project to cheer her up, and we are all here to celebrate for her!” Adeline looked down on me with a triumphant smile, as if she were Celeste. Their malice was undisguised, their laughter stabbing me like a knife repeatedly. My heart was bleeding. But I knew. My parents had chosen Declan as my fiancé, and my brother Nolan and my best friend Adeline would stop at nothing to please Celeste today. Three days ago, I moved Vanguard Group with my indomitable spirit, and they were willing to sign a thirty-million-dollar contract with me. That night, Declan came to me, casually saying, “Vera, congratulations, you finally achieved your dream and secured your position in the company.” “I’ve planned a celebration for the day after tomorrow, so everyone can be happy for you.” “And the sapphire necklace you love, I’ve prepared it long ago. It will definitely surprise you.” After my birth mother passed away, my father ignored me. He only considered me a valuable daughter when I was with Declan. So I was devoted to Declan, almost giving him everything, sometimes hinting for him to mention the verbal engagement that our parents had made. But he always dodged the topic. I craved my father’s attention so much that I was willing to get burned, hoping he would give me some warmth. After he told me the news, I couldn’t wait to find my brother Nolan, wanting to tell him my efforts over the years were not in vain. But Nolan and Adeline’s conversation left me stunned. They excitedly discussed how to make me look foolish at the celebration, how to make a splash that would make Celeste happy. As if they were not my family, not my best friends growing up, but demons out to destroy me. I clung to the wall, feeling a cold chill all over. 3. Nolan was enthusiastically calling Declan. “Declan, did you really tell my sister the celebration was for her? She’s so eager for recognition; she must think her dreams are coming true this time.” Declan’s lazy voice came through, “Her disappointed and shattered expression will be hilarious.” “Let her think she’s loved, and when Celeste appears, she’ll be caught off guard.” “Celeste is bored, but Vera’s reaction will surely make her happy.” Tears streamed down my face. I had always thought my close brother was conspiring with them to hurt me. They knew it was about my position in the company, my father’s perception of me, and how much I valued it. Then my best friend Adeline spoke, “I think using streamers is boring; it seems like the celebration is really for her.” “Why not switch to rotten tomatoes? They’re both red; she probably won’t notice!” Nolan agreed, “Then why not use rotten eggs?” Declan laughingly cursed, “The smell of rotten eggs would upset Celeste. Rotten tomatoes would do just fine, enough to make her look bad!” I clamped my mouth shut, afraid my choking sobs would give me away. Adeline said, “Then we keep it a secret! Until the celebration, we must act genuinely happy for Vera.” Immense sorrow filled my heart as I fled. I never expected my eagerly anticipated celebration to be just a game. All my hopes and joys were like a joke. My childhood sweetheart, my best friend, and my brother, who vowed to protect me for life, were now plotting to ruin my career and disgrace me. Everything had changed. Since Celeste returned from abroad, everyone had turned their attention to her. Adeline said, “Let’s keep it a secret! We have to genuinely act happy for Vera before the celebration party.” I was overwhelmed with sadness and fled in despair. I never expected the celebration party I was eagerly anticipating to turn out to be just a game. All my hopes and joy felt like a joke. My childhood friends, my best friend, and my younger brother, who all promised to protect me for life, were now scheming behind my back to ruin my career and disgrace me. Everything had changed. Ever since Celeste returned to the country, everyone shifted their attention to her. But she, the pampered heiress, looked down on my struggles. She was so high and mighty, never appearing where I was, and always looked at me with contempt. At first, Declan argued with her a few times, and Nolan even scolded her for my sake. But gradually, Declan felt sympathy for her lonely years abroad, and Nolan became infatuated with her. Adeline slowly abandoned me, focusing all her attention on Celeste. To amuse her, they trampled on what mattered most to me. Since joining the company, this was the first big contract I signed. The celebration party was supposed to show everyone that I was a worthy heir of the family. I knew my father would be watching from the shadows. But they thought it was a joke, not caring about my years of effort. All for Celeste’s slight interest, they didn’t mind ruining me! Their fanatical and relentless expressions replayed in my mind. I naively thought they were my closest friends, my family. But they hurt me without hesitation. A sharp pain pierced my heart, and I felt suffocated. 4. I took a deep breath, picked up the microphone, and said to everyone: “Thank you all for coming to my celebration party. What just happened was just an opening joke to lighten the mood.” I looked around at everyone below the stage, who were whispering behind their hands. I smiled calmly, “That joke was bold. I’ll go change into another dress, and shortly, a special guest will meet you all, who is also today’s host.” That night, after learning about Declan and the others’ plan, I ordered two exquisite dresses. It didn’t matter if this one was ruined. Declan grabbed my hand, “What special guest are you talking about? Vera, are you really that stupid or just pretending?” “Everyone knows this celebration party was for Celeste. You’re just here to entertain everyone like a clown.” Adeline chimed in at the right moment, “Declan, she’s just lying to escape quickly! Hahaha.” Nolan snorted coldly, “Sister, stop pretending. Besides us, who else do you have? Since childhood, only we have been by your side. Who else is willing to be close to you?” “What special guest? You think everyone’s a fool?” The laughter grew louder. Nolan was right. Since childhood, I only had the three of them around me. I had no friends or anyone else close. I once abandoned myself chasing after Declan, enduring grievances again and again. They saw my humility but didn’t care. Adeline mocked, “Using such childish, brainless tactics to get attention, even making Declan worry about you, it’s ridiculous.” She laughed, “Who do you think you are? Just a lapdog behind Declan?” At this moment, Celeste impatiently interrupted, “Miss Vera is filthy. Don’t your parents feel ashamed?” “Stop talking about some special guest. Just leave. It’s embarrassing.” Celeste’s words were ruthless. But she was the only daughter of the Yi Group’s CEO, and no one dared offend the Yi Group. Everyone was respectful toward her. My father, Jasper, watching secretly from the second floor, shook his head in disappointment. I clutched the microphone tightly, saying, “There’s still half an hour. Please wait a bit longer. The person coming won’t disappoint you.” But as time ticked by, the person never showed up. Just a few minutes left. My palms were sweating, and the tomato residue on my forehead grew stickier. Declan sneered, his disdain undisguised. “Vera, where’s the person you mentioned?” “Everyone’s been waiting for half an hour. Shouldn’t you do something to make it up to us?” Adeline’s malice was blatant, “How about taking off the dress now? No one has seen your figure, and Vera’s body is quite good!” Declan and Nolan looked at me like hungry wolves, their eyes shining. I felt humiliated. Adeline wasn’t satisfied, taking the chance when all eyes were on me, she said, “And since Vera chased after Declan for so long, today Declan can watch you undress, as you wished.” Ear-piercing laughter erupted. Declan quickly distanced himself, “I don’t want to watch. Such filth, I feel dirty just looking.” “Besides, the one I like is Celeste.” Celeste hummed happily. Nolan, not to be outdone, saw that humiliating me would catch Celeste’s attention, and he started recording on his phone. “Sister, Adeline’s idea is quite good. Haven’t you always wanted everyone’s approval?” “Then take off the dress. Your figure and beauty will be praised!” He whistled along. I remembered when I was abandoned in a vacation villa, Nolan spent all his savings to get a helicopter to bring me home. To comfort me, he broke into our father’s study to accuse him of neglecting his daughter. But now, to please Celeste, he ignored my embarrassment, wanting to put me on a pedestal of shame for torment. Father Jasper couldn’t bear the farce anymore and scolded me sternly, “Vera, what are you doing? Haven’t you embarrassed us enough!” “Apologize to Celeste and everyone here, then leave immediately!” Nolan, seeing our father siding with them, became bolder. He urged everyone to take out their phones and point them at me, even starting a live stream. Declan’s voice echoed through the hall, “Come, come, Miss Vera is about to strip and apologize to everyone. Make sure you capture this moment!” Adeline yanked hard at my dress! I held on tightly. “It’s not budging, someone help!” Declan pulled a greasy old man up, “Here he comes, Vera’s favorite tycoon to help!” I resisted desperately. The old man’s breath got closer, and chaos erupted on stage. The guests below were horrified and made way. Just as I was about to lose strength, a powerful force yanked the old man away. A heavy punch landed on the old man’s face. While Declan was stunned, another punch hit his face. I took the chance to push Adeline away, falling backward into a warm embrace. I’m sorry, but it seems there is no specific Chinese text provided for translation. Could you please provide the text you would like translated? “I’m sorry, Vera, I’m here now. I shouldn’t have cut it so close.” Under the bright lights, his features appeared sharper and clearer. Tears blurred my vision. “Don’t cry. I’m here now. No one will bother you anymore.” Asher held me close, gently reassuring me, “Your clothes are dirty. Go put on that blue dress. I remember you like that one.” “Your hair is wet too. It must be uncomfortable. Let me help you fix it, okay?” I held back my tears and stood up. At this moment, Declan covered his face, angrily asking, “Who are you, some random guy? Do you even know what kind of event this is?” The old man who got hit recognized Asher and screamed in terror, “Mr. Asher!” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bully Ms. Vera. I was forced onto the stage!” Asher turned to them, his gentle expression instantly turning cold.

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I noticed something strange about my wife sleeping next to me. She was unresponsive to my intimate gestures, like a dead fish. I thought maybe after years of marriage, she had lost her passion and excitement for me. That is, until I overheard my wife talking to her hot best friend: “My husband sleeps like the dead every night. You could put a corpse next to him and he wouldn’t even notice!” So my wife found a body double? 0 I woke up with a start, faintly hearing slight noises coming from the living room. It sounded like someone moaning and panting. In the pitch darkness, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine. Instinctively, I reached out to nudge my wife beside me. “Honey, I think there’s someone outside…” I pushed her a few times, but she didn’t respond, seemingly fast asleep. She must have been exhausted from the day, I thought. In the end, I decided not to wake her. I slowly got up, grabbing a vase from the nightstand for self-defense. Could it be a burglar? I tiptoed out of the bedroom, the living room pitch black. After some hesitation, I mustered up the courage to feel my way to the kitchen and grab a knife. Feeling slightly braver, I made my way to the light switch by the door and turned on all the lights. The living room suddenly lit up. I looked around but found nothing out of place. I checked the other bedrooms too, but there were no signs of intrusion. Even our valuables were untouched. I stood in the living room, bewildered. Had I imagined it all? The next morning, I woke up and went to the living room to find my wife already sitting at the dining table, a radiant smile on her face as she looked at me. “Good morning, honey! Come have breakfast!” My wife, Lily, was tall and curvaceous, with looks that could easily be described as stunning. We had a whirlwind romance, getting married after knowing each other for just a month. Despite the rushed nature of our marriage, our relationship had always been good. She stood by me as I went from having nothing to becoming the CEO of my own company. I became the envy of all the men in our social circle. After my business took off, she quit her job to become a full-time housewife. The only regret was that after six years of marriage, we still didn’t have a child to show for our love. We initially thought there might be some health issues, but medical check-ups showed we were both perfectly healthy. Perhaps it just wasn’t the right time yet. I sat down after washing up and took a bite of the warm sandwich. Remembering last night’s incident, I couldn’t help but ask her about it. Lily rolled her eyes and said impatiently, “Honey, were you dreaming?” I wanted to say more, but she had already gotten up, telling me, “Alright, you need to get to the office. Hurry up and eat! I’m going back for a nap. For some reason, I’ve been feeling really sleepy lately.” Lily stretched and walked past me towards the bedroom. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I thought I caught a faint strange odor coming from her. Without thinking too much about it, I quickly finished my breakfast and headed to the office. The next night, I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I was once again startled awake. The panting sounds outside were even louder this time. I got up to check, but again found nothing missing. My scalp tingled with fear. Could it be not a burglar, but a ghost in our house? I’m an atheist, but at that moment, the only explanation I could think of, besides a haunting, was beyond me. However, for the next two weeks, everything seemed to return to normal. The eerie sounds never resurfaced. I thought the matter had come to an end, but little did I know it was just the beginning. One night, I had a vivid dream. In it, Lily and I were passionately intimate. But just as things were getting intense, I suddenly woke up. The lingering desire from the dream left my entire body feeling like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but snuggle closer to Lily’s body, softly calling out to her. “Honey, are you asleep?” Just like before, I called out to her many times, but she didn’t respond. It felt like lying next to a corpse. 0

But I was already too consumed by endless desire to let her be. I went from softly calling her name to shaking her vigorously. “Honey, wake up.” Just as my mind was starting to form some unpleasant suspicions, Lily finally showed a slight reaction. She mumbled in a faint voice, “Sleeping.” Of course, I wasn’t going to give up. I pressed closer to her body again, whispering in her ear, “Honey, it’s been so long since we’ve been intimate. How about we go wild tonight?” As I spoke, my hands started to wander. She didn’t refuse me, so I became even bolder in my actions. However, I vaguely felt that the skin I was touching was cold, unlike my wife’s usual soft and warm body. Moreover, the scent on her body seemed different from before, giving me a strange sense of novelty. But just as my hand was about to reach her peaks, she suddenly grabbed my hand. “No… not now, I need to take a shower first.” Before I could react, she had already scrambled out of bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, and stumbled out of the room in the dark. Watching this series of actions left me bewildered. But since she wanted to shower, I could only wait silently, hoping she would be quick. However, after waiting in the room for a long time, I was starting to doze off. So I got up, intending to go and hurry her along. Suddenly, I heard voices coming from the living room. To my surprise, there was another woman in the living room besides my wife Lily. It was Lily’s best friend, Rachel. I had met her a few times before. Rachel was equally stunning in terms of both figure and looks, certainly not inferior to my wife. Today, she was wearing only a thin T-shirt on top, which perfectly accentuated her flawless figure. She had on a pair of extremely short denim shorts, revealing long, snow-white legs. She was the type of beauty that would make anyone’s imagination run wild after just one glance. For some reason, Rachel’s expression didn’t look good, seeming to contain a hint of fear. “When did you get here?” I asked. Lily immediately linked arms with Rachel and said to me with a beaming smile, “She just arrived, honey. There’s been some disturbance downstairs at Rachel’s place lately. She couldn’t stand it anymore, so she came to stay with us for the night.” Hearing this, I nodded. I was about to turn and go back to the bedroom when I suddenly noticed something odd. “Hey, honey, weren’t you taking a shower? Why are you still wearing a dress?” Lily had said earlier that she was going to shower, but now she was wearing neither pajamas nor a nightgown, but a tight-fitting bodycon dress that she would wear to go out. She even had high heels on her feet. Lily rolled her eyes at my question and said impatiently, “Well, Rachel just called me to come down and let her in. I couldn’t exactly go down wrapped in a towel, could I?” I didn’t think much of it and turned to go back to the bedroom. The earlier feeling of arousal was gone, and considering how late it was and that I had an early meeting at the company tomorrow, I ended up falling asleep without continuing what we had left unfinished with my wife. However, little did I know that Rachel’s appearance at our home tonight was not as simple as my wife had made it out to be. 0

A week later, I had finished my work at the office and had nothing else to do, so I fell asleep in my office chair. I slept deeply, as I had indeed been under a lot of stress lately. By nighttime, because I had rested for so long during the day, I wasn’t sleeping as heavily. I woke up groggily to find my wife not in bed. I initially thought she was in the bathroom and didn’t think much of it, preparing to go back to sleep. But suddenly, I heard whispered voices coming from outside the door. Could it be my wife talking on the phone with someone? A feeling of unease immediately welled up in my heart. So late at night, my wife wasn’t in the room but secretly making a call in the living room. Had our marriage hit a rough patch? I hurriedly went to the door, pressing myself against it as if trying to meld into it. I could hear my wife’s voice from outside. “Rachel, please help me out. Hasn’t your company not paid salaries for months now? If you help me, I’ll add another thousand… no, two thousand. How about that?” So she was talking to Rachel. The heart that had jumped to my throat relaxed a bit. But suddenly, Rachel’s voice rang out. It wasn’t the sound of a phone call; she was right there in the living room with my wife. “No, no, Lily. Even if I’m desperate for money, I can’t agree to this. Last time we almost got caught by your husband…” I was stunned. What had they almost been caught doing? My wife continued, “Don’t worry, that was just a fluke. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Look, if you agree, I’ll not only give you an extra two thousand, but I’ll also have my husband arrange a position for you at his company. The salary will definitely be higher than at your previous company.” Rachel seemed to fall silent. I listened, completely confused. What extra money? What was Lily asking Rachel to agree to? And how was I involved in all this? What on earth was going on? After a long while, under Lily’s urging, Rachel seemed to waver, but she said, “Oh, Lily, I really don’t understand why you’re doing this. It’s clear that your husband truly loves you. Why don’t you two just have a baby? Maybe that would change your mind.” My heart, which had just settled, leapt up again. Although Lily’s voice wasn’t loud, I could still hear a hint of dismissiveness in her words. “I don’t want to turn into a frumpy housewife because of a kid. I still want to enjoy life for a few more years. You have no idea, every time I’m intimate with my husband, I secretly take contraceptives afterward.” “I can’t live without the strong bodies of those young studs out there!” Hearing this, I nearly collapsed to the ground. So the so-called full-time housewife was actually going out to party behind my back every day. All that talk about not being able to live without it was just an excuse. And the reason we hadn’t had a child in all these years was also due to her secret manipulations. Disbelief, pain, and anger instantly flooded my mind. I wanted to rush out and slap her hard, demanding to know why she would do this. But just then, she spoke again, pleading with Rachel. “Come on, Rachel. My husband has been under a lot of stress lately. He’s sleeping like the dead every night. You could put a corpse next to him and he wouldn’t even notice!” A lightning bolt flashed through my mind, and an unbelievable suspicion formed in my thoughts.

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Wendy Lee, my husband’s first love, staged a scene where she fell down the stairs and miscarried in an attempt to frame me. Just as I was about to explain, Lucas Reed swore he believed me. However, half a month later, I also miscarried. After the surgery, I stumbled to find him for comfort, but accidentally overheard his conversation with his best friend. “Lucas, you’re too cruel. That was your own child you just killed.” “She made Wendy miscarry. That would have been my son. She’s lucky I didn’t kill her!” His friend sounded worried, “What if your wife finds out later? Won’t she sue you?” Lucas sneered: “Does she have any evidence? Just a lowly orphan who thought she could be Mrs. Reed. How dare she push Wendy down the stairs! “This little lesson is just the appetizer. The real show is yet to come. Just wait and see!” I was thunderstruck. After the surgery, I dragged my exhausted body out to find Lucas. The nurse said he was in the chief’s office. Dr. Gregory Chen, the OB/GYN chief, was Lucas’s best friend. I overheard their conversation at the door. So his trust in me was fake. He was convinced that I had pushed Wendy and caused her miscarriage. To avenge Wendy, he had deliberately arranged for me to have a car accident and miscarry. And the baby in Wendy’s womb was actually his child. The marriage I thought was mutual turned out to be a joke on me alone. My heart felt pierced by countless blades, the pain making it hard to breathe. Dr. Chen asked again, “Lucas, if you love Wendy so much, why don’t you two just get married?” Yes, why? I wanted to know too. Mentioning his love, Lucas smiled and said: “I married Natalie because Wendy left. Men have needs, you know. “Now that Wendy’s back, of course I want to marry her. But at first, I thought Wendy was too delicate and didn’t want her to suffer through pregnancy and childbirth. I figured I’d have Natalie help bear a child. “Who knew Wendy wanted to have our baby herself, only to be harmed by Natalie. “If Wendy hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve sent her to meet her maker already.” … For Wendy’s sake, he actually wanted my life. But Wendy’s miscarriage had nothing to do with me. Half a month ago, Wendy had returned from abroad. She moved directly into the home I shared with Lucas. Lucas said Wendy was his childhood sweetheart and asked me to take good care of her. But a woman’s intuition told me Lucas felt differently about her. Though I was unhappy, I didn’t refuse for fear of upsetting Lucas. So I took care of everything personally, attending to her every need. But Wendy constantly mocked and provoked me. “Natalie, do you know whose baby I’m carrying? It’s Lucas’s.” “Every time Lucas went abroad, he was coming to see me. You didn’t know that, did you?” “Don’t you feel pathetic, clinging on like this?” I had heard rumors about Lucas and Wendy before. She was the one that got away, his first love. During Lucas’s most difficult years, she went abroad. I was the one who stayed by his side and helped him through it. So I didn’t believe her attempts to drive a wedge between us. Unable to provoke my anger, she resorted to more dangerous tactics. Half a month ago, she stood at the top of the stairs, grabbed my hand, and made it look like I pushed her. Then she deliberately fell backwards down the stairs. Lucas happened to witness this scene. Just as I was about to explain, he gently comforted me: “I know Natalie is the kindest girl in the world. You definitely didn’t mean to do it.” But then he turned around and arranged for someone to hit me with a car, causing my miscarriage. When I was crying my heart out over losing the baby, he hugged me tightly with red-rimmed eyes: “Childbirth is so dangerous. I just want you safe and sound. “No one is more important than you, Natalie. You are my life.” Because of those words, I felt terribly guilty. At the same time, I was grateful to have found such a good man. But it was all fake. No wonder his friends all looked down on me, repeatedly mocking me behind my back. “If Wendy hadn’t gone abroad, how could she ever have become Mrs. Reed?” “Lucas probably married her just to make Wendy jealous. She’s not even a backup, at best she’s just a tool.” Everyone knew he didn’t love me, but I believed the fake affection he put on. Fighting through the pain, I stumbled out of the hospital on unsteady feet. Numbly pulling out my phone, I dialed a number: “Professor, I accept your invitation.” I was a top graduate from an elite university. To be with Lucas all the time, I had repeatedly turned down my mentor’s invitations. I became a diligent housewife, with everything revolving around my husband. Now cruelly abandoned and trampled on. If this was the price for my poor judgment and being blinded by love, I accepted it. From now on, I would cherish myself and ride freely towards freedom.

I returned home in a daze, collapsing heavily onto the bed. Recalling the past three years, it all seemed like a dream. All that happiness turned out to be fake, all an act by Lucas. Looking back, there were signs. He never remembered our wedding anniversary. Every year on my birthday he gave the same gift. He rarely ate at home. I often waited until late at night, guarding a table full of food. Messages and calls were few and far between. Whenever I happily shared something with him, he either didn’t reply or just said “Mm”, “Oh”, “Okay”. I comforted myself that he was just too busy, explaining away all the cold treatment. But no one is busy 24 hours a day. His attitude was his answer. Yet I drowned myself in his occasional sweet words. Tears flowed freely. It hurt so much. The man I fell for at first sight, whom I loved deeply for years, turned out to be unworthy of that love. Hearing the incoming call, seeing that familiar name, I broke down sobbing. Once, getting his call or message would make me happy for hours. But now, the dream was over. As I dozed off, I was roughly yanked awake. Lucas stood by the bed demanding, “You left without a word and won’t answer your phone. What’s the problem?” I licked my dry lips and managed to say, “Phone died. What is it?” “I know you’re upset. Wendy specially arranged a party to cheer you up.” I waved my hand weakly, “I’m not feeling well. I won’t go.” “Are you embarrassed to face Wendy? She doesn’t blame you. She even wants to comfort you. I believe you didn’t mean it.” Is that so? Their conversation at the hospital echoed in my ears. “Natalie’s baby is already gone. Isn’t that enough? How do you plan to get revenge for Wendy?” “Kill the heart, not the body. Just wait and see.” Seeing I wasn’t moving, Lucas frowned impatiently, “Stop dawdling. Everyone’s waiting.” I felt utterly drained, even speaking was an effort, “Lucas, I really don’t feel well…” “Natalie Sanders, what are you being so delicate about? Don’t waste Wendy’s goodwill.” In the end, he forcibly dragged me away. Arriving at the private room, Wendy and her group of sycophants were watching me with undisguised contempt. There was disdain, scorn, mockery, and mostly indignation. Comfort me? This was clearly a pack of wolves wanting revenge for Wendy, waiting to tear me apart. I felt deep fear, clutching Lucas’s shirt with pleading eyes. “Lucas, my stomach hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?” He smirked coldly, then expressionlessly pulled my hand away. He sprawled on the couch without a word. “Sis-in-law, I know you don’t like me, but as women, I understand the pain of losing a child. “You’re just a housewife without many friends, so I wanted to throw a party to cheer you up. “Don’t refuse anymore.” Her words sounded kind and sincere, but her eyes were full of malice. I instinctively stepped back. These people were vicious. If I didn’t leave, I feared there would be no good outcome. Wendy seemed to see through my intentions. When I turned to escape, she grabbed me back. The door slammed shut and locked.

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Asher, the billionaire CEO, had yet another heated argument with the woman who had always held a special place in his heart. On the most intense day of their quarrel, Asher made a bold declaration in front of everyone: he was determined to find someone more compliant and sweet than his cherished one. The very next day, Asher approached me: “Interested in dating? I’ll pay you a hundred thousand a month.” And so, I stayed by Asher’s side, playing the role of his sweet and agreeable girlfriend. Those around us were curious to see how long this emotional gamble would last. I was waiting too. Yet, three months, then six months passed, and Asher still hadn’t ended things with me. It was on our anniversary that his beloved professed her love with a grand city-wide display of roses. Asher suggested we part ways. I quietly accepted and immediately flew overseas to pursue my research. Three months later, having successfully completed my project, I returned home. That night, Asher confronted me at the airport: “Really? I let you go, and you just left, disappearing for three months without a word?” I smiled. I’ve always been the most compliant. Since I agreed to break up, I would never look back.

Adeline opened the private room door, and I wasn’t surprised. Ever since she returned to the country these past few months, we had met quite a few times. “Asher, haven’t you had enough fun yet?” Today, Adeline was clearly not in a friendly mood. She toyed with her big, wavy hair, sitting directly across from us, her gaze mocking as it landed on me: “Dating a girl without means, is it really that fresh and interesting?” The hand on my waist tightened slightly, and Asher’s casual voice drifted over: “Fun? Our Sage is gentle and understanding, very likable. Unlike some people, always making a scene and being a nuisance.” Adeline’s face turned sour. The atmosphere was tense. Eventually, their friends stepped in to ease the situation. “Okay, okay, it’s my birthday today, give me some face. Ash, have another drink.” Asher didn’t touch his glass, his slightly raised eyebrows glanced at me. I belatedly realized, clinging to his arm, softly and sweetly pleaded: “Ash, don’t drink too much, I don’t like it when you drink too much alcohol.” “Sage, Ash is the heaviest drinker among us, don’t mind him just drinking so much, this is just the beginning…” “Alright.” With that one word, Adeline’s expression became even more dramatic. Asher smirked, his voice low: “Sorry, my Sage doesn’t want me to drink too much. I’m done for today, you guys have fun.” Under everyone’s surprised and astonished gaze, Asher took me home. As soon as we got through the door, he kissed me, tasting of alcohol. His lips and tongue coaxed mine, Asher murmured indistinctly: “Sage, you really are something.”

I am the most compliant girlfriend Asher has ever had. Initially, Asher chose me for that reason alone. Back then, Asher and Adeline had their biggest argument. The childhood sweethearts had been bickering since high school. Occasionally passing by their classroom, I could hear many rumors. One day in college, I heard gossip that they finally broke the ice and got together. But the good times didn’t last long. Adeline was spoiled from a young age, with a bad temper. Small arguments every three days, big ones every five, were routine. Asher’s patience and gentleness at the beginning eventually ran out when he discovered Adeline planned to secretly meet a foreign male friend online. Later, his friends told me they almost trashed a bar that night. In his anger, Asher made a harsh statement. “Adeline, if you want to make a scene, go ahead, but we’re done. Without you, there are plenty of sweet and compliant girls waiting for me.” The next day, Asher stopped me on my way to the lab. “You’re Sage, right?” He looked at me, a hint of lingering animosity in his eyes: “Want to date? I’ll pay you a hundred thousand a month.” I stopped, a bit confused, looking at Asher. We didn’t know each other, despite being in the same high school and then college, our only contact before was just once. Plus, my reputation at school wasn’t great. Picking up trash in high school, working every spare moment in college to earn money. People called me impoverished, some even avoided sitting near me in class, covering their noses and gossiping. I was soft-spoken and had no temper. It sounded nice to say compliant and understanding, but at the core, it was just being poor for so long that I lost a lot of things. “What?” I asked Asher uncertainly. His brow furrowed slightly: “I said, date me, you can name your price.” Actually, I heard clearly. A hundred thousand a month to buy my practically worthless affection. I didn’t hesitate, even though I knew it might just be a prank by the rich kids to pass the time, I agreed without looking back. The fear of being poor far outweighed anything else.

I had prepared myself to be played by Asher. Even his friends thought the same. They were waiting, waiting for Asher’s passing whim to end, and for him to break up with me. But a month passed, three months passed, even half a year passed. I was still by Asher’s side. “Breathe, Sage.” His lazy voice came to my ear. His warm hand slid down my waist, Asher frowned slightly: “Is that another one of your nine-dollar free shipping purchases?” “…No.” My voice paused, unconsciously trembling: “This one is from you.” During my time with Asher, in the eyes of this rich kid, all my clothes boiled down to one word. Cheap. He couldn’t even comprehend how clothes could be nine dollars with free shipping in this world. A rich kid surrounded by wealth wouldn’t understand the struggles of ordinary people. ” Tsk.” Asher sighed, then kissed my ear: “This outfit doesn’t suit you, don’t wear it next time.” “Okay.” I understood what Asher meant. No matter how good the clothes were, on me, they seemed like cheap goods. I felt a bit exhausted. The money I intended to earn from Asher was about enough, I never planned to rely on him forever. Now that I had a formal job, with more research projects ahead, I couldn’t keep playing pretend with Asher like in college. So, I asked Asher if I could stay in the dorm. Asher looked slightly surprised, disapprovingly at me: “Reason?” I couldn’t very well say I didn’t want to be a part of his and Adeline’s play anymore. “Too much research, I can’t keep up.” Asher didn’t ask further, considering it tacit approval.

I was genuinely busy. Almost living in the lab. Until Asher’s call came, I belatedly realized. His birthday was coming up. “Did you forget?” Asher’s voice on the other end was a bit deep. I didn’t dare admit it, quickly covering: “No, just finishing up a bit, I’ll be there soon.” “I’m already outside your research institute.” With that, Asher hung up. I hurriedly wrapped up with my senior, and as I left the lab, I felt a bit of low blood sugar. Almost losing my balance, my senior steadied me: “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, thank you…” “Sage!” Asher’s angry voice interrupted my conversation with my senior. I was forcibly dragged into the car by Asher. The door locked, I was met with his cold, terrifyingly angry face: “No wonder you didn’t want to live with me, you found someone new.” “No.” I shook my head, softly explaining: “I haven’t been eating well lately, just a bit of low blood sugar, my senior was just being kind helping me.” “Really?” Asher’s face didn’t look any better. Honestly, I didn’t understand why Asher was angry. He didn’t like me, if I had someone new, wouldn’t he be happier to break up with me directly? Or perhaps, his and Adeline’s play wasn’t over, and he wouldn’t allow me to bow out early. Understanding his anger, I continued: “Really, Ash, don’t be mad, there’s nothing between my senior and me.” Asher’s expression slightly softened, but he still bit into my neck, leaving a mark. It was so visible, even covered with foundation, it wasn’t hidden. By the time we arrived at the party, Asher had already dressed me up. There were many people, including Adeline. “Wow, Ash, Sage looks really pretty today, you’re so lucky.” His friends generously praised me. Asher’s mood evidently improved, holding my waist, he hummed lightly. “Our Sage, naturally the best looking.” Not at all, earlier when picking an evening gown, his brow furrowed, carefully selecting one that matched my temperament. I stayed silent, obediently smiling, quietly staying by Asher’s side. Soon, Adeline couldn’t sit still. She approached us in her heels, arrogantly handing over a gift box: “Asher, this is your birthday gift from me, carefully chosen, much better than some people’s trash.”

Actually, Adeline got it wrong. I even forgot to prepare a gift. And clearly, Asher didn’t care whether I prepared one or not. “Just put it there.” Asher indifferently glanced up. Adeline got even angrier: “Do you even know what she used to do? In high school, there was a girl who picked up trash every day, like a beggar with a stench all over, do you know who that was?” Stepping confidently in her high heels, she haughtily presented a gift box: “Asher, here’s your birthday present. I carefully selected it, and it’s definitely better than some people’s worthless offerings.” Adeline was actually mistaken. I hadn’t even bothered to prepare any worthless offerings. Clearly, Asher didn’t care whether I brought a gift or not. “Just leave it there.” Asher glanced up indifferently. Adeline’s anger flared: “Do you even know what she used to do? Back in high school, there was this girl who collected junk every day, smelling like a beggar. Do you know who it was?” My body trembled slightly. It wasn’t my fault that my family was poor. My parents left when I was in middle school, leaving only my elderly grandmother. As a high school student without any means of earning, collecting scrap to sell was my only way to make money. I never thought it was shameful, yet they used it repeatedly to humiliate me. “She’s the Sage by your side, you know!” Adeline spat furiously. “To spite me, you’ve sunk so low as to be with a girl who collects junk?” I remained silent, looking at Asher. I didn’t even know what I was hoping for. Perhaps I hoped Asher would defend my dignity a little at this moment, just like that one encounter in high school. Back then, with bloodstained pants, I was awkwardly pressed against a wall, surrounded by people pointing and laughing at me. “Poor thing, can’t even afford sanitary pads?” “Ha, a junk collector. What, never found unused ones in the trash?” I was frozen, wanting to escape but blocked at every turn. Until a young man holding a basketball approached. His large jacket covered my head, his voice lazy yet warning: “Get lost, haven’t seen a girl before, or does your family not have a mom?” The crowd dispersed. Asher didn’t look at me, just left with: “Hurry and clean up, no need to return the jacket.” The incident was small, and Asher probably forgot. But I always remembered. Now the same embarrassment reappeared, and I tightened my grip on Asher’s shirt. But Asher just coldly faced the woman: “Adeline, I’d rather be with someone who collects junk than get back with you. Don’t you think you’re pathetic?” Junk collector. Asher said I was a junk collector. No rebuttal, no defense. He silently accepted it, blatantly showing the huge gap between us to everyone. The privileged guy and the poor girl. Once upon a time, Asher was no longer the light in my memory. Or maybe, from the beginning, it was just a filter of old feelings for Asher. I couldn’t keep up the act anymore. The crowd jeered, but Adeline’s face was ghostly pale. Right. I vaguely remembered. At Asher’s last birthday party, Adeline brought eight male models to the private room out of spite, making Asher furious. Now, a year later, Asher wanted revenge. After driving Adeline away, Asher leaned over, casually lowering his voice: “Sage, where’s my birthday gift? Hmm?”

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I am the sole heir of the mafia boss, yet I am a woman. In the mafia world, my father groomed three leaders to be my suitors. The one who marries me will become the next Mafia boss. However, they never saw me as anything more than a strategic opportunity. I thought they were indifferent to women until I witnessed Asher holding the nanny’s daughter, promising, “I’ll become the true mafia boss. When I take over South City, the only person I want to marry is you.” Before my father left for his retirement ceremony, he asked me who I would choose. Thinking of the cold demeanor of the three, I replied calmly: “As the sole heir of the South City mafia, I must consider the interests of our Quinn Family.” “I choose Wesley from North City.” Father was surprised: “Wesley? He’s been in a coma for years. Are you sure you want to commit your life to someone who’s barely alive?” I straightened his clothes with determination: “I was born into privilege, so I have to think about the alliance between the Quinn Family and the Wesley Family.” Father’s gaze hardened: “And the three godsons I raised for you, do you have no interest in them?” I was taken aback, the three godsons. Our Quinn Family is influential in South City. After my mother passed away, my father chose not to remarry. He adopted three boys from an orphanage and raised them to become powerful figures. He announced early on that the one who marries me would inherit the Quinn Family and rule South City. Father loved me and used this method to assert my unique status. But because I’m a woman, he couldn’t escape societal expectations. I looked at my father intently: “They are unworthy. The child of the Quinn Family should naturally unite with a family as prestigious as the Wesley Family. I will have a child through artificial insemination, and that child will be the most remarkable figure between North and South City.” Father agreed: “You’ve been wise since you were young. In that case, there’s no reason for those three to stay in the Quinn Family.” I inwardly smirked, feeling a chill in my heart. If I had said they didn’t love me, my father would have forced them into marriage with me. To him, the three godsons had no right to refuse. But I didn’t want that. A forced union is never sweet. I’d rather remain alone. Besides, their hearts are set on Nora. As my father left, the three arrived to pick him up. He gave them a cold glance before getting into the car. Asher pretended to bow, but after my father left, he looked at me with impatience: “What kind of princess tantrum are you throwing now?” I frowned, unable to respond before Beckett mocked: “Quinn, do you think everyone should revolve around you?” Caspian added angrily: “Don’t think that just because the Quinn Family is rich and powerful, we have to indulge you! And don’t think any of us will marry you, giving you the right to act so arrogantly!” Ignoring the retirement ceremony, the three glared at me as if I had committed an unforgivable sin. Arrogant? It’s always been them who are arrogant. Remembering how they used to disregard me, my body shook, eyes reddening, “Why don’t you want to marry me, but won’t stand up to my father?” Chapter 2 From childhood, they enjoyed the unlimited glory and power of the Quinn Family. Before getting to know me, they could have simply said they weren’t interested. My father would have immediately chosen someone else. Plus, they agreed to be my suitors when my father adopted them. They took advantage and then sneered at me, yet stayed with the Quinn Family, hypocritical. In the end, they can’t give up the power of the Quinn Family. Asher was struck: “You’re the Quinn’s biological daughter, you can complain to your father. We are just staying under someone else’s roof, how is it the same?” With that, he looked troubled, “Anyway, the old man is at the retirement ceremony. Just tell him you want to choose me. Spare Nora and the others.” Beckett and Caspian looked grateful at Asher. It was as if marrying me was a noble sacrifice. My heart ached, suppressing the discomfort, I tried to shut the door. But Nora hurriedly stopped me. She appeared suddenly, teary-eyed: “Sister Quinn, I didn’t mean to break the vase.” Before I could react, the three had already shielded Nora. She nervously clutched Asher’s sleeve, who frowned at me: “Quinn, Nora came to apologize. Why are you still throwing a fit?” My chest tightened. To them, I was the evil sister from fairy tales bullying Snow White. But in terms of background, I was the real princess of South City. Initially, I didn’t care to argue with someone like Nora. Her little schemes were obvious. Yet ever since Nora appeared in the Quinn Family, she kept taking my things and falsely accused me of bullying her. I thought no one would believe her. Until that day when she fell into the pool, and Asher, whom I secretly admired, rushed to save her. Nora was rescued, crying miserably, sneaking a look at me before averting her gaze fearfully: “Miss Quinn didn’t push me, I went in myself. I shouldn’t be where I’m not wanted…” This reminded the three of their past at the Quinn Family, trying to please. Asher was angry: “Quinn, just because this pool is yours, doesn’t mean you can push anyone in!” Beckett and Caspian shared the anger: “Yeah, you think money lets you do whatever you want? You need to apologize to Nora!” “You should also get into the pool and reflect!” I couldn’t accept being wronged and retorted: “I didn’t push her! Let’s check the surveillance!” Nora cried harder: “Miss Quinn, the whole Quinn Family listens to you. If you don’t want me here, just say…” Asher hated arrogant people in our circle, his face darkening: “You can fake surveillance; you can frame people too.” “Quinn, if you don’t get in the water, I’ll ask your father to call off the engagement!” I loved Asher deeply then, afraid to lose him over a misunderstanding. So I got in the water, enduring the grievance to apologize. I didn’t expect that grievance to last seven years. Recalling this, I coldly told them at the door: “I’m the Quinn’s young lady, I should carry the Quinn’s demeanor.” “If you want to twist the truth, I’ll take on that name. I demand Nora apologize, and I want her to kneel!” “After all, that vase was mine!” I was firm, and Asher looked disappointed: “How did you become like this?” Beckett held back an angry Caspian, glaring at me: “It’s just a carved vase. We’ll pay you back.” I widened my eyes in disbelief: “A carved vase?” Chapter 3 The carved vase was worth billions, a token of love from my father to my mother when I was born. My mother cherished it until she passed. I later studied ceramics and fixed its flaws. I kept it in my collection room, the key only Asher had. Now, because of a careless act, my mother’s last memory for me was gone. Asher avoided my gaze, turning awkwardly: “Nora never experienced a rich life, so I let her see it.” “You have so many collectibles, you wouldn’t be so petty about this, would you?” I continued to look at him coldly. He coughed, continuing: “Don’t act like we wronged you. I’ll announce our marriage at the retirement ceremony. Will that satisfy you?” Seeing Asher hesitate before deciding, I almost felt like unwanted trash. But I’m the Quinn’s treasured daughter, yet they pitied Asher for marrying me: “Brother Asher, don’t force yourself. Quinn is hard to deal with. Marrying her is worse than dying.” Caspian seemed ready to tear me apart: “Satisfied now? Your wishful thinking finally paid off!” Nora hugged Asher, upset: “Brother Asher, don’t do this. I’m not worth it. I’ll pay for the vase even if it takes a lifetime.” An unprecedented exhaustion washed over me. I forced a smile: “Asher, I won’t marry you.” Asher was stunned, frowning, sensing something amiss. Beckett and Caspian were also taken aback, stepping back. Maybe it was my imagination, but there seemed to be hope in their eyes. But then Beckett harshly slapped reality: “Don’t come after us then.” Nora felt deeply wronged and clung to Asher: “Asher, please don’t do this for my sake. It’s not worth it. I’ll handle the cost myself, even if it takes me my entire life to repay Miss Quinn.” I felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and managed a faint smile: “Asher, I’m not going to marry you.” Asher froze, surprise creasing his brow as if sensing something was off. Beckett and Caspian also seemed taken aback, stepping back in shock. I might have imagined it, but there seemed to be a flicker of hope in their eyes. However, the next moment, Beckett slapped me hard: “Then keep your eyes off the two of us.” Seeing Beckett clinging to Caspian for comfort, I clenched my fists. It hurt to be rejected by friends I’d grown up with. I held back my tears. I turned to close the door. Nora suddenly dropped to her knees, pleading with me, putting on a pitiful act: “Please, Miss Quinn, if you need to blame someone, blame me. They were forced to be your fiancés. I’ve seen how hard it has been for the three brothers living with the Quinn Family all these years.” “As long as you leave them alone, I’m willing to serve you for the rest of my life.” As she spoke, her knees hit the marble floor heavily, instantly turning red. Asher quickly helped Nora up, glaring at me: “Quinn! What game are you playing now? Are you trying to play hard to get?” “Let me tell you, are you just trying to use this as an excuse to drive Nora away?” “If you have the guts, don’t marry me!” I chuckled and replied calmly, “Of course, I won’t marry you.” The three exchanged glances, but instead of feeling relieved, Asher grabbed me: “Ha, who else can you marry besides us?” “If you don’t marry me, are you planning to ruin Beckett and Caspian too? Haven’t they suffered enough with the Quinn Family? Isn’t that enough for you?” Asher took a deep breath in anger: “If you stop bullying Nora in the Quinn Family, I can sacrifice myself to marry you. You don’t have to create drama by backing down!” I met his eyes, filled with silent despair, as if he was being forced and protesting without words. I spoke each word to Asher with deep conviction: “I’m serious. In the end, you won’t have to worry about anything.” Asher, you don’t need to worry about me bullying Nora, nor do you need to feel humiliated by marrying me. As long as I marry Wesley, everything will go as you wish. Chapter 4 After that day, Nora didn’t come to see me again, claiming she felt guilty. The next time I saw them was at my engagement party. The three men looked exhausted, as if they had been dragged there against their will. Nora couldn’t hide the envy and hatred in her eyes when she looked at me. Confused, I asked Uncle. I had told him that after the arranged marriage with Wesley, there was no need to invite them to the engagement party. Uncle shook his head, not knowing why they came. I steadied myself and pretended not to see them. But the way the three appeared at the party made it impossible to ignore them. Because they looked as if they were about to become the leaders of the Quinn Family at any moment. Guests warmly greeted the three: “Mr. Cheng, after today, your position in the Quinn Family will be extraordinary.” “Yes, I heard that Miss Quinn’s favorite is still you!” “Mr. Cheng, Mr. Pei, Mr. Lu, you’re all so handsome. Miss Quinn will be very lucky indeed.” I laughed coldly inside. The truth was just the opposite; they all despised me. I tapped the microphone to draw everyone’s attention to me. “Everyone, today I’m announcing who I’m marrying. Thank you for coming to my engagement party.” Suddenly, a figure stepped onto the stage, crying. It was none other than Nora, looking to cause trouble: She hesitated, biting her lip: “Sister, I’ve already bought an identical vase for you. Don’t let my mom go.” Before I could push her away, Asher and the others were in front of me. “Miss Quinn, didn’t I say I would marry you, as long as you don’t make things hard for Nora?” Nora kneeled, grabbing my dress: “Sister Quinn, my father relies on medicine to survive, and without this job, my family can’t live.” For a moment, we stood in the middle of the stage. Before I could respond, Asher slapped me in anger. “Apologize to Nora!” Beckett helped Nora up from the ground: “Nora, there’s no need to kneel to this vile woman!” Caspian protectively stood in front of Nora: “We’ve come as you wished for you to pick from us. What more do you want?” With those words, everyone noticed the redness at the corners of my eyes. I stepped forward amidst them. They instinctively shielded Nora, and the audience fell silent. No one stood up for me against their actions. The guests knew that one of the three would eventually control the Quinn Family, so no one dared to speak up for me. I stubbornly raised my head, wiping away the tears at the corner of my eyes, revealing my reddened cheek. “Wronged?” At that moment, I looked deeply at them. “No, I have nothing to be wronged about, and nothing to apologize for.” Coldly, I ordered my people: “Throw them out!” Instantly, chaos broke out below the stage, and the three stared at me in disbelief. Asher’s eyes darkened: “Throw us out? Quinn, without us, who will you marry? Don’t forget, this is our engagement party!” Not just Asher, even the usually gentle Beckett threatened me: “Miss Quinn, I advise you to kneel and apologize to Nora, or without us, you can’t take over the Quinn Family.” Caspian echoed: “Yes! Even if you apologize now, after marriage, you must promise not to bully Nora!” Asher looked at the pitiful Nora in his arms, reminding me: “Quinn, if you want to tear this apart, after marriage, you’ll just be a decoration in the Quinn Family.” “Yeah, if you’re sensible now, maybe Asher will treat you and Mr. Quinn better after marriage.” The audience urged me too. “Yes, Miss Quinn, endure a little grievance.” “Otherwise, your life after marriage won’t be good. Apologize quickly.” I calmly watched everything unfold and had the unveiling board for the engagement party brought up behind me. I glanced coldly at the three of them: “I’m not marrying any of you.” The sneer on my lips piqued the curiosity of the audience: “Miss Quinn, don’t joke. If you don’t marry any of them, who will you marry?” The three waited confidently for me to bow my head and admit my mistake. At this moment, I felt unprecedented calmness, raising my glass with a smile: “Thank you all for your kindness, but I, Quinn, am the rightful and only heir to the Quinn Family.” “My husband will only be someone who matches the Quinn Family!” The next second, a red curtain dropped, and on the screen appeared a strikingly handsome face. The audience gasped collectively. “Wesley?!” “Isn’t that Wesley, the eldest son of the prestigious Wesley Family in North City?!” Suddenly, the three fiancés looked up at the screen… Their eyes filled with shock and awe. Chapter 5 As Wesley’s face appeared on the screen, my father entered the banquet hall, catching my words with a smile: “Yes, as the only daughter of the Quinn Family, Quinn should be with someone truly outstanding.”

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To have a child before my half-sister and legitimately inherit the family fortune, I selected three potential heirs. I invested in their companies and helped them prove their worth. I even went out of my way to please Zachary, all in hopes of marrying him. But Zachary always avoided me, yet knelt before my half-sister, professing his love: “You’re the true heir, my wife. If you’re not ready to accept me, I’ll pretend to marry her and help you reclaim what’s rightfully yours.” My father accused me of being fickle, asking which one I’d finally choose. Remembering Zachary’s humiliated look, I casually pointed at the most dazzling man under the spotlight and said, “That male model looks good. I’ll take him.” 0The man’s hand paused as he was handing me coffee, looking at me strangely, confusion spreading across his handsome face. My father was furious on the other end of the phone. “Ridiculous! You’ve chosen another man at random!” “You’ve been cultivating three suitors for years, and none of them satisfy you?” “And besides, is the Reed family open to just anyone?!” I flipped through the man’s profile, scanning it quickly before nodding with satisfaction. Turning to address my enraged father, I said, “Don’t worry, Dad. I’ve been evaluating those three for years, and I’ve just realized they’re all style over substance.” “Since I’m the one having the child, I’ll definitely be thorough in my vetting process. The father of my child won’t be some loser, so you don’t need to worry about that.” “Just remember your promise: whoever has a child first inherits Reed Enterprises. Have the stock transfer agreement and inheritance documents ready.” Faced with my directness, my father fell silent, leaving me with only one final comment: “Just make sure that man doesn’t embarrass our family.” He knew he had wronged me. Originally, I was the only daughter of the Reed family, the destined heir to Reed Enterprises. But on my 18th birthday, my half-sister stumbled through our front door, crying, “Dad, Mom’s dead. You’re the only family I have left.” My mother had passed away when I was young, and Dad had never remarried. I thought he was devoted to her memory, but it turned out he had a mistress and a half-sister only two years younger than me. Dad said he kept it from me to avoid hurting me, but Lily Snow moved into our home in tears on my birthday, making me the laughingstock of the entire city. To make it up to me, Dad immediately wanted to hand the company over to me. But Lily cried, her face red with tears. “Dad, I don’t care about fighting for the inheritance, but Mom put her heart and soul into this company too!” “If Mom hadn’t given up her career to take care of the family, how could you have devoted yourself entirely to the company? Now you want to hand over the company that Mom poured her heart into to an outsider? Are you trying to destroy this family?” “This is all that’s left of Mom in this world. I’m begging you…” Dad was torn, until a shareholder spoke up: “Mr. Reed only has two daughters. Giving it to either one means giving it to an outsider, right?” “Instead of this, why not have your daughters find future heirs? Whoever has a child first can inherit the company.” Dad agreed wholeheartedly and made the decision on the spot. That’s what was said, but everyone knew the company would most likely go to me, Aria Reed. I was older, had a wider social circle, and my status in our circles was far above Lily’s. Finding an excellent partner and having a child would be a piece of cake for me. Although Dad felt sorry for Lily, he knew deep down she wasn’t qualified to be the heir. He just couldn’t bring himself to explicitly tell her to give up her inheritance rights due to his guilty conscience and to save face. But since someone had offered a way out, he took it, though in his heart, he had already decided I would be his heir. Marriage and childbirth were just formalities to convince others and Lily. 0

I worked efficiently. As soon as I hung up the phone, I quickly prepared a document and handed it to the male model. The model’s name was Caleb Chase. He stopped my assistant from scolding me and silently signed the prenuptial agreement, even more compliant than I had imagined. My secretary was stunned, whispering in my ear, “Miss Reed, I think he’s specifically after you. Don’t let him trick you out of your heart, body, and money.” I looked around the room, filled with handsome men and beautiful women, but the man before me was undoubtedly the most eye-catching of them all. I had originally come to inspect the newest entertainment division of our branch company, but I never expected to gain a potential heir in the process. I shrugged, “What can he trick me out of? Money? I have plenty, and once I inherit Reed Enterprises, I won’t worry about supporting an idle husband.” “If he can provide quality genes, it’s a win-win deal for me.” I briefly skimmed through Caleb’s profile. As for Zachary and the others, since they were unwilling to marry me, there was no need for them to stay with the Reed family anymore. “Take that man for a full medical checkup and bring the results to the Reed house to see me.” Having resolved one issue, I left the company in a good mood, only to unexpectedly bump into a fragile figure. Lily covered her mouth, as if she had discovered some great secret. “Sister, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I had no idea that even with three wonderful boyfriends, you still weren’t satisfied and wanted to fool around with other men…” Fearing she would start spreading rumors, I instinctively reached out to grab her. She recoiled as if I were some kind of monster, stumbling backward into Zachary’s arms, who had been right behind her. Zachary held Lily and demanded, “Aria, what have you done now? Look how scared Lily is!” Felix and Xavier came running up behind them, immediately starting to berate me without knowing the full story. “Aria, don’t go too far! Lily is part of the Reed family too. Why do you bully her the moment she comes to the company?” Lily tugged at the sleeves of all three men, pouting, “Zachary, guys, don’t blame my sister. It’s my fault for making her angry.” “I didn’t know she was flirting with a male model. I didn’t mean to interrupt her…” “Maybe it’s because you guys haven’t been paying much attention to her lately, so she’s feeling lonely and has set her sights on another man…” She directly portrayed me as a fickle woman. But over these years, I had never claimed to be any of their girlfriends. Firstly, out of respect for them, I didn’t want their reputations tarnished as men simultaneously kept by me. Secondly, whenever I brought up the topic of marriage, they would avoid it. Zachary even looked at me with disgust. “Are you that desperate to get married? Isn’t the money Reed Enterprises is giving you now enough for you to squander?” “Everyone knows that whichever Reed daughter marries and has a child first gets the entire Reed fortune. You’re pushing us to marry you, but have you considered your sister?” “Reed Enterprises belongs to her father and mother. Why are you trying to steal it?” “She’s the second daughter of the Reed family. She’s suffered for so many years outside, and now that she finally has a chance to live comfortably for a few years, you can’t wait to kick her out!” I stormed out, slamming the door. Later that night, wanting to apologize, I saw him on one knee before Lily, saying earnestly: “You’re the heir I acknowledge, my wife. If you’re not ready to accept me yet, I’ll pretend to marry her and help you reclaim the property that belongs to you.” “I swear, as long as I’m here, Aria will never be able to bully you.” Only then did I realize they didn’t want to get married; they just didn’t want to marry me. But Reed Enterprises was built by my parents. Lily’s mother willingly gave up her career to become a kept woman. Lily had been spending my father’s money and my mother’s inheritance since she was born. Yet in their eyes, Lily was the pitiful sister and the only Miss Reed. And I was supposed to hand everything over to Lily without a fight. 0

Thinking about this, any guilt I felt towards the three of them faded away. I had been wondering how to gracefully ask them to leave the Reed family, but since Lily had already seen what happened, there was no need to hide it anymore. So I cleared my throat and said, “Since you already know, let’s just lay it all out. Zachary, Felix, Xavier, our agreement is hereby terminated. From now on, I won’t invest in you with the intention of marriage, and I won’t take back the money I’ve already given you.” “From this point forward, you’re free to date and marry whoever you want. It has nothing to do with me anymore.” “I’ve already found a suitable marriage partner.” I thought they would cheer with joy, but instead, the three of them fell into an eerie silence. Lily couldn’t hide the delight in her eyes, but she pretended to be worried and asked me: “Sister, are you really giving up? Didn’t you love Zachary the most? Is it because they’ve been neglecting you, making you feel bad?” “You can’t just marry some random guy to fight for the inheritance. It’s easy to catch diseases that way.” “Guys, please talk some sense into her. Don’t let her hurt herself or you because of me.” She moved between the three men, gently persuading them. Xavier couldn’t help but laugh, then immediately fell silent, looking at me maliciously. “This is your plan, isn’t it? To make Lily push us away herself, forcing us to marry you.” Felix’s eyes lit up with sudden realization. “I knew you couldn’t have changed your mind so quickly! So it was intentional, wanting to make us jealous and fight with your own sister over men!” Zachary chuckled coldly, his eyes full of disappointment: “Aria, I never thought you were this kind of person.” “You treat us like kept men, coming and going as you please. Seeing that we’re unwilling to marry you, you come up with this despicable scheme to force us.” “Lily, as your sister, sees money as dirt. She only has us to support her, yet she’s willing to give us up to make you happy.” “And you? You’ve already taken her father, and now you want to take her mother’s inheritance too. You think you can get the Reed fortune by lowering yourself to marry just anyone? Keep dreaming!” “Compared to Lily, you’re not even close!” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “Haven’t you always hated me? I agree to let you go, you don’t have to pay me back, and you can be with your beloved Lily. Shouldn’t you be grateful?” Xavier scoffed at my words: “You’re so devious, who knows if you’ll keep your word? You said before that you were willingly giving us the money, but what if you demand we pay it back a hundred or thousand times over in the future?” Felix chimed in: “Even if we marry Lily and let her inherit Reed Enterprises, with your skills, how could Lily possibly be your match? The company would still end up in your hands!” “You act generous, but if we really get together with Lily, you’ll definitely use every underhanded method to bully her!” I was inexplicably surrounded and attacked by the three of them, and I started to get angry too. Seeing Zachary looking down on me, I decided to give it my all and swung at his face. “Ah!” “Sister, even if Zachary doesn’t want to marry you, you can’t hit people! Wuwuwu…” Zachary couldn’t dodge in time, but Lily reacted quickly, shielding him and taking the slap for him. “Sister, I’ll let you have Zachary. I’ll tell him to marry you. Please don’t hit anymore, okay?” She fell to the ground, then hurriedly knelt before Zachary. “Zachary, please marry my sister! I don’t mind, don’t consider me. I’m willing to do anything as long as my sister is happy!” 0

I crouched down to check Lily’s injuries. Zachary’s eyes were bloodshot as he kicked me hard in the chest. “You bitch! You’re too vicious!” He treated me like an enemy, kicking me viciously. My vision went black, and I fell to the ground, clutching my chest, unable to move. Xavier took the opportunity to slap me. “How can Lily have such a shameless sister like you!” “Pah! We’d rather marry a beggar than marry you!” Zachary picked Lily up in his arms, looking at me and enunciating each word: “If anything happens to Lily, I’ll make you pay double!” I lay on the ground for a while before staggering to my feet. My chest ached, but I suppressed my anger and got into the car, telling the driver to take me back to the Reed house. If they show no compassion, they can’t blame me for being ruthless! Now, not only will I kick them out of the Reed family, but I’ll also make them pay back every penny I invested in them! I returned home furiously, only to hear a chorus of laughter. Seeing me, Lily trembled violently, as if she had seen something terrifying. Felix shielded her behind him, his eyes blazing as he looked at me: “You dare to come back!” It seems Dad had already told them. I sneered, “Since you know, why don’t you get out quickly?! You’re of no use here anymore!” “You?!” Felix pointed at me, his hands shaking. Zachary stood in front of the others, looking righteous: “If you have any anger, take it out on me. But asking us to leave the Reed family? Impossible.” “I’ve already told Mr. Reed that Lily and I are getting married. From now on, Lily and I are the heads of the Reed family.” “Felix and Xavier will be our right-hand men in the future, helping us manage Reed Enterprises. Their stay or departure is not for you to decide.” “You have no right to come back!” Xavier slapped his thigh and laughed out loud: “You still think you’re the Reed family’s eldest daughter? Once Lily has a child, you’ll be out on the streets!” “Although only one of us can marry Lily, even so, we absolutely won’t let you have any advantage. If you kneel down and apologize to Lily now, we might be merciful enough to let you have a child, so you won’t be lonely even after being kicked out of the Reed family.” 0

Lily blinked her eyes, looking at me coyly. “Sister, I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I really do love Zachary.” “Since you’ve found another man, why don’t you let him go to me? You drink and party every day, meeting far more men than I do, but I only have Zachary.” “I can’t live without him.” Zachary looked at her with extreme tenderness. “Lily, you don’t need to beg her. I make my own decisions about who I marry.” I laughed mirthlessly: “Fine, Zachary. If you’re so tough, why don’t you pay back all the money I’ve spent on you first?” His small company, his designer clothes, his clients – all were given by me. Zachary had probably forgotten that he owed his success entirely to me. So I decided to remind him. Zachary stiffened at my revelation. “You really never cared about me. All you see is money.” “When Lily and I have our child, I’ll pay you back double!” I said sarcastically: “Haha, even if you married and had a child on the same day as me, with your abilities, you couldn’t compete with me.” “I’ve been too lenient with you before, spoiling you to the point where you don’t know your place?” “Don’t forget, I am the daughter of the Reed family! Even if you marry Lily, you’re still just penniless nobodies. What qualifies you to become directors of the company?” With each sentence I spoke, the three men’s faces grew paler. “And you!” Lily opened her mouth, but I cut her off harshly. “You have no ability of your own, so you want to hand the company over to others, and to these three ungrateful men at that.” “They can benefit from me while bullying me today. Tomorrow, they’ll cheat on you behind your back and use Reed family money to keep mistresses.” “Isn’t that exactly what you and your mother did? Spending my father’s money outside.” Lily bit her lip hard, her eyes exploding with intense hatred. Zachary couldn’t bear to see Lily upset and pointed at my nose, cursing: “Aria, do you think everyone is like you, only caring about money? What Lily and I have is true love.” “As for you…” He pointed at my secretary, who had hurried over, his tone mocking: “You couldn’t buy our true feelings with money, so you went to keep a dirty man. Who knows, maybe he doesn’t even want you!” The secretary leaned close to my ear and said: “Boss! That man… he, he…” “He’s backing out?” My expression darkened. Zachary grinned triumphantly: “What did I say, Aria? A vain, money-grubbing woman like you, even if you pay to keep someone, no one would want you!” “Even a dirty man won’t marry you. Let’s see how smug you are now.” The secretary looked at the four smug faces, then at my grim expression. “He said he wants to…” A man’s magnetic voice came from the doorway. “I want to come and propose in person.”

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I’m no longer alive. But no one has noticed. My body is curled up in a corner of the street. My family probably thinks I’m just throwing another fit, hiding away on purpose. But this time, it’s different. I’m truly gone. My sisters, Phoebe Johnson and Lydia Johnson, are watching TV with Mom and Dad. The coffee table is filled with sliced fruit, and Mom is gently feeding them strawberries. How idyllic. If I weren’t already a ghost, I might have thought this family was happy too. I drift outside the window. In the living room, Phoebe is leaning playfully on Mom’s shoulder, and Mom’s fingers gently stroke her hair. “Mom, I want the biggest strawberry,” Phoebe points to the fruit plate. “Alright, alright, they’re all yours.” Mom smiles, her eyes crinkling as she hands the strawberry to her. Such a familiar scene. Ten years ago, Esme Johnson used to act like this, while I could only sit on the little stool in the corner, longing. Back then, though I was alive, I lived as if I were invisible. Dad suddenly looks up at the window, and I instinctively shrink back. His gaze passes through my body, landing on the distant streetlight. “Johnson, what are you looking at?” Mom asks. “Nothing.” Dad turns back and pats Lydia on the head, “Lydia, do you want some cherries? Dad will buy you some after work tomorrow.” Lydia smiles sweetly, “Thanks, Dad! You’re so good to me.” A smile appears on Dad’s face, a smile I’ve never seen before: “Our Lydia is so good, unlike…” Unlike who? I know what he wants to say. Unlike Nora Johnson, who is awkward and foolish. “If only Esme were still here…” Mom suddenly says, her voice choking. Phoebe immediately hugs her, “Mom, don’t be sad. Lydia and I will always love you for her.” What a charmer. I drift by the window, watching their happy scene, and suddenly feel like laughing. In my parents’ eyes, Esme was an angel fallen from the heavens, while I was trash picked up from the ground. Indeed, Mom always loved my sweet-talking sister more. My sister died ten years ago. In a car accident. Our family was on a trip, and on the way back, she insisted on ice cream. Dad stopped to buy some, and Mom stayed in the car with us. Esme suddenly ran out, saying she wanted to buy a hairpin across the street. Mom didn’t stop her. When the truck ran over her, she was still clutching that shiny butterfly hairpin. After that day, my parents changed. They began to resent me. Mom often screamed at me, tearing her heart out. She said, “Why is it you who’s alive, Nora Johnson? Why did Esme have to leave? Why wasn’t it you who died?” They shifted all their bad emotions onto me. I know they hate me. They hate that it wasn’t me who died.

A year after Esme’s death, my parents started frequently browsing adoption websites. I hid behind the door, listening to their hushed discussions. Mom pointed at the computer screen: “This one’s eyes look like Esme’s.” “The chin doesn’t quite match,” Dad leaned in for a closer look, “Keep looking.” They went through hundreds of photos and finally chose Phoebe and Lydia. The day the two girls were brought home, Mom hugged them and cried her heart out. I stood awkwardly at the stairway corner, unsure of what to do. “Call them older sisters,” Mom nudged my shoulder. Phoebe and Lydia were both two years older than me, born the same year as Esme. They looked at me timidly, with a hint of appeasement in their eyes. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound. “Are you mute?” Mom suddenly raised her voice, “I told you to call them older sisters!” My nails dug into my palms. Phoebe hurriedly took Mom’s hand, “Aunt, don’t be mad. It’s normal for Nora to not accept it right away. Give it time.” Mom immediately changed her tone, gently stroking her hair, “Phoebe is so understanding.” That night, I heard Phoebe and Lydia whispering in the guest room. “This family is so strange,” Phoebe said, “They’re so harsh to their biological daughter.” “I heard their daughter died,” Lydia lowered her voice, “We look like the deceased one.” “Who cares, as long as we have food, drinks, and money.”

Phoebe and Lydia quickly figured out the rules of this house. They imitated how Esme used to act cute, wore her favorite colors, and even mimicked her way of speaking. Phoebe and Lydia quickly blended into the family. For their first birthday at the house, Mom prepared two beautiful princess dresses, the style Esme loved when she was alive. “My dear daughters, try them on. You’ll look beautiful.” The two girls looked thrilled, “Thank you, Mom!” The word “Mom” pierced my ears like a knife. I bit my lip hard, my throat tight. “Nora, go mop the floor,” Mom said without looking up. I didn’t move. “Are you deaf?!” She suddenly raised her voice and threw the remote at me. I dodged, and the remote grazed my forehead, hitting the wall. “How dare you dodge?” She rushed over and grabbed my hair, “You killed your own sister, and you don’t even feel guilty? Always with that dead face, it’s bad luck!” My scalp burned with pain, but I stayed silent. Lydia stood by, a slight smirk on her lips. “Aunt, don’t be mad,” she said hypocritically, “Maybe my sister is just in a bad mood.” “In a bad mood?” Mom sneered, “What right does she have to be in a bad mood? She’s not the one who died!” My nails dug into my flesh, but I didn’t dare cry. Crying would make things worse. At night, I was locked in the storage room and made to kneel as punishment. “Reflect on yourself!” Mom said before locking the door, “Think about your sister!” In the dark, I curled up in the corner, my knees pressing against the cold floor. Laughter came from outside the door. “Mom, this cake is delicious!” Lydia’s voice drifted in. “Eat more if you like it,” Mom’s voice was unbelievably gentle. I closed my eyes, and finally, the tears fell.

The next morning, Phoebe and Lydia wore their new dresses to school. Mom personally did their hair. “Our Phoebe is so pretty.” She touched Phoebe’s face, lost in thought, as if looking at someone else. Phoebe smiled sweetly, “It’s all because of Mom’s good taste, making us look so nice.” Dad came over and handed them each a gift card, “Pocket money. If it’s not enough, just ask Dad.” I stood at the top of the stairs with my old backpack, unnoticed by anyone. “Nora,” Mom suddenly called me, “After school, pull out the weeds in the garden. Don’t be lazy.” “Got it, Mom,” I replied hoarsely. Phoebe passed by me, deliberately bumping into me, and whispered, “What a pity.” After school, I walked home slowly, not wanting to face that house. When I opened the door, Phoebe and Lydia were on the sofa eating fruit, and Mom was peeling grapes for them, not even glancing at me. I put down my backpack and silently went to the backyard. The garden was overgrown with weeds, and I squatted down, pulling them out one by one. My fingers got scratched and bled, but I didn’t stop. “Nora!” Dad suddenly shouted behind me. I flinched and turned around. “You’re pulling out the flowers!” He stormed over and slapped me across the face. My vision went dark, and I fell to the ground. “Useless! You can’t even do this right!” He grabbed my collar and dragged me up, “If your sister were alive, she’d never be as worthless as you!” My face burned with pain, but I didn’t cry. Phoebe stood in the doorway, holding an ice cream, a smile on her lips. “Dad, don’t be mad.” She walked over and held his arm, “Maybe my sister didn’t mean to.” “Didn’t mean to?” Dad snorted, “She did it on purpose! She’s been jealous of Esme since childhood, and now she won’t even spare the flowers!” I opened my mouth to explain but ended up saying nothing. What’s the point of explaining? They never believe me. In this house, I live worse than an outsider.

At dinner, I was punished and not allowed to eat. The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, and my stomach twisted painfully. Lydia “accidentally” spilled a bowl of soup at my feet. “Oh dear, sorry.” She blinked, her tone devoid of apology. Mom frowned, “Nora, clean it up.” I knelt on the floor, wiping up the soup with a cloth, listening to them chat and laugh at the dining table. “Mom, can you come to the parent-teacher meeting next week?” Phoebe asked. “Of course,” Mom agreed with a smile, “Our Phoebe is so outstanding; of course, Mom wants to go.” “Dad will go too!” Dad chimed in. They were all so happy, while I was like a ghost. I wanted to say that I also have a parent-teacher meeting. The teacher praised my progress this time. Could Mom and Dad attend my parent-teacher meeting just once? Even once would be enough. But I didn’t dare to say it. At night, I curled up in bed, my stomach hurting from hunger. Footsteps came from outside, and Phoebe pushed the door open, holding half a piece of bread. “Hungry?” She tossed the bread on my bed, a malicious smile on her face, “Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.” I stared at her, unmoving. “Dad’s going too!” he chimed in. They were having such a wonderful time together, and I felt like I was invisible. I wanted to speak up, to say that my parent-teacher meeting was coming up too. The teacher had praised my progress this time. Couldn’t Mom and Dad attend just once? Just once would be enough. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it. At night, I curled up in bed, my stomach aching with hunger. I heard footsteps in the hallway, and Phoebe Johnson pushed the door open, holding half a slice of bread. “Hungry?” she tossed the bread onto my bed with a malicious grin, “Beg me, and I’ll give it to you.” I stared at her, unmoving. “Why are you acting all high and mighty?” she sneered, “Who do you think you are? In this house, you’re not even worth as much as a dog.” I grabbed the bread and threw it at her face. She screamed, and Mom rushed in immediately. “Nora Johnson! What are you doing?!” She slapped me hard across the face. I bit my lip, remaining silent. “Go kneel in the storage room!” She dragged me out by my hair. Phoebe hid behind Mom, smirking at me triumphantly. The door to the storage room locked again. In the dark, I hugged my knees and finally cried. Why… why wasn’t it me who died? If it had been me, would it not hurt this much? Ever since my sister left, I’ve been asking myself this question. Now I’ve finally gotten my wish. All night, I wandered aimlessly on the roof. The next morning, a call came in. Mom frowned, glancing impatiently at the phone screen. Seeing Adeline Sun’s name, her mouth twisted. “Hello?” She answered, her voice as cold as ice. Adeline’s voice was anxious: “Aunt, it’s Adeline Sun. Is Nora home? I’ve been calling her, and she hasn’t picked up. She hasn’t replied to my messages either, and I’m a bit worried…” Mom let out a cold laugh: “She can go wherever she wants. What does it matter to me?” There was a brief silence on the other end. “Aunt, Nora hasn’t responded to me for two days. She never does this. Could you please check if she’s home?” “Check for what?” Mom’s voice suddenly rose, “That useless thing, no one would notice if she died! Always with that dead look on her face, it’s just bad luck!” My chest tightened sharply. Even though I was already dead, hearing those words felt like a knife to the heart. I floated beside Mom, staring at her face, trying to find even a hint of concern. But she didn’t even blink. “Aunt!” Adeline’s voice rose too, “How can you say that about Nora? She’s your daughter!” “Daughter?” Mom scoffed, “My daughter Esme Johnson died ten years ago. Now my daughters are Phoebe Johnson and Lydia Johnson. What is Nora? She’s always so gloomy, it’s annoying. You friends should avoid her too, or she’ll lead you astray!” My fingers trembled, wanting to grasp something, but they only passed through the air. I’ve heard these words for ten years, but every time I hear them, my heart still clenches. “Aunt, you’re so biased!” Adeline’s voice was filled with anger, “Nora is so good. How can you treat her this way? She’s your real daughter. Why is she less than…” “Enough!” Mom sharply interrupted, “My family matters are none of your business! Don’t call again, it’s bad luck!” With that, she hung up the phone and tossed it onto the couch as if it were something dirty. Phoebe leaned in, holding Mom’s arm: “Mom, don’t be angry. She’s not worth it.” Mom patted her head, her tone instantly softening: “You and Lydia are the sensible ones.” I stood aside, watching this scene, and suddenly found it laughable. The dead from ten years ago are treasured, while the living are trampled into the mud. Even now, dead, no one cares. I wanted to tell Adeline, don’t look anymore, I’m already dead. Dead in the shadows of a street corner, with not even a stray dog finding my body. But I couldn’t. On the fifth day, Adeline reported me missing to the police. When the police found me, my body was already unrecognizable.

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Boyfriend was cuddled up with his long-lost love, who had recently returned from abroad. Everyone at the table looked at me with disdain as they laughed at my expense. In a sudden burst of emotion, I overturned the table. Later, Gideon stood by my hospital bed, eyes red from crying, pleading for me to take him back. When I received Gideon’s call, I was in the middle of packing my bags. “Phoebe, come over and apologize to Cora. The glass you broke cut her.” His voice was simmering with controlled anger. Cora, the woman he’d always yearned for but could never have—his long-lost love. I let out a derisive laugh. “Gideon, have you lost your mind? You can’t win her over, so you want me to do it for you? I made it clear tonight, we’re done. Don’t bother me again.” There was a brief silence on the other end. He probably didn’t expect me, who always tolerated everything, to defy him. Then I faintly heard Cora’s gentle, pitiful voice. “Gideon, it’s okay. I can go to the hospital myself.” “You and Phoebe shouldn’t fight because of me…” Then Gideon’s voice turned cold and commanding: “Phoebe, stop being childish.” “Come over and apologize to Cora properly, and I’ll pretend today never happened. We can move on with our lives.” Hearing this, I was so angry I laughed. Laughed until my stomach hurt. I cursed him: “Who in their right mind would want to go on with you? Even if I die, I’ll curse you from the afterlife to never find happiness!” No choice, a person nearing death speaks harsh truths.

That’s right, I’m dying soon. I’ve had stomach pains and nausea for days. It wasn’t until I vomited blood that I realized something was seriously wrong. Went to the hospital for a check-up, and it was late-stage cancer. I asked the doctor how much time I have left. The doctor advised me to watch my diet, get out more, and not leave any regrets. So, not much time left. After returning from the hospital, I messaged Gideon. [Come home for dinner tonight, I have something to tell you.] Not long after, he replied with a single word: okay. I prepared a whole table of dishes and waited quietly. I didn’t know how long I waited and then messaged him to check what’s up. No reply. The food went cold, the sky turned dark. My stomach started to hurt again. Ever since Gideon’s long-lost love, Cora, went abroad, he’s been frequenting bars every day. I was always there to clean up his mess, helping him down drink after drink of strong liquor. Maybe the irregular eating and excessive alcohol over time led to stomach cancer. I was on the couch, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, my whole body weak. I called Gideon. The call connected, but a woman’s gentle voice came through. “Phoebe? Are you looking for Gideon? He just finished some hangover soup and is sleeping now.” The voice was unfamiliar yet familiar. A voice I could never forget in this lifetime. “Cora? You’re back?” The woman chuckled softly. “Yeah, suddenly remembered someone here was waiting for me, so I came back.” “Got to thank you, Phoebe, for taking care of Gideon these past four years.” At that moment, the calmness I had maintained since my late-stage cancer diagnosis crumbled like sand. My face was pale, and my voice hoarse: “No need to thank me.” I hung up the phone. The taste of blood rose in my throat. I spat out a mouthful of blood. Wiped it away carelessly. Took out the doctor-prescribed meds and swallowed a few pills. The stomach pain eased a bit. I dumped all the food. Threw the late-stage cancer diagnosis report in the trash. Looked at this lifeless house. I felt as calm as a dead sea inside. Suddenly, it all felt meaningless. Time to end it.

I moved back to the apartment I previously rented. Woke up to find dozens of messages from Daphne. Someone had posted about me flipping the table and splashing drinks at last night’s gathering on the college online forum. Even though I graduated three years ago. During college, my reputation for chasing after Gideon and being a doormat was known all over campus. I clicked on the link Daphne sent. The post was popular, pinned to the top. Basically said Phoebe played the doormat for years and finally got promoted, but once the real one, Cora, returned, Phoebe, the impostor, had to step aside. It included two pictures: one of me sitting alone at the table looking a bit lonely, and the other of Gideon sweetly comforting Cora. His face showed a tenderness and care I had never seen in the past four years. I suppressed my nausea and scrolled quickly. The comments below were naturally unbearable. I logged into my main account to leave a comment. But as soon as I posted it, the thread was deleted by the admin. I looked through the forum, didn’t know the admin. Confused, Daphne called. “What’s really going on with you and Gideon?” I got up, went to the bathroom to freshen up. “We’re exes now.” Daphne: “Don’t believe it.” I kept brushing my teeth and washing my face. After a while, she suspiciously asked, “Are you serious?” “Gideon wanted to break up with you a few times before, yet you still clung to him, this time…” I don’t blame Daphne for thinking that way. Because I was indeed a complete doormat before. Gideon dated others. I bought the bubble tea and movie tickets for him. Gideon slept with others. I booked the hotel rooms for him. Gideon’s long-lost love went abroad, he drank day and night. I took care of him day and night. For four years. Call me a doormat, I admit it. But say I loved him deeply, I don’t. It was just a debt I had to repay. But now I’m about to die. Who cares if he’s happy or not. “Daphne, this time it’s real.” I packed up my things, chatted with her for a bit, and hung up. Got ready to go to work. Just opened the door, and there was Gideon at the door.

His face was cold, a low-pressure vibe all over him. His tone held a deliberately suppressed anger: “Phoebe, how long are you going to keep causing trouble?” I looked at him, finding it amusing. “We don’t have any relationship now, where do you get the nerve to say that?” Gideon was momentarily at a loss for words. He frowned, “What do you mean?” “I mean don’t show up in front of me again.” I closed the door, walked towards the elevator. From behind came his furious shout: “Phoebe, you better never regret this!” I turned and rolled my eyes at him. Walked into the elevator with big strides. What a crappy way to start the day. At the office, I headed straight for the CEO’s office. The receptionist girl saw me, sweetly called out “Secretary Phoebe,” I nodded. Took a deep breath before knocking and entering. The man behind the desk didn’t even look up, busy with documents. “Mr. Asher, I want to resign.” My heart was pounding. Asher looked up at those words. His sharp, deep gaze was piercing. He frowned, “Resign? Phoebe, are you serious?” I was silent for a moment. “I… I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer not long ago, time is running out.” The office was silent for a while. I sneaked a glance at him. His expression didn’t look quite right. Afraid I might leave suddenly without finding someone to take over my work? I quickly explained: “Mr. Asher, don’t worry about no one handling my job after I leave, the admin department has someone more capable—” Bang— Asher slammed the file shut. I immediately went silent. His voice was a bit hoarse, “We’ll talk about resignation later.” “You, go to the hospital for a check-up right now.” I shrugged, “I don’t want to treat it, honestly, I feel fine now.” Asher: “Phoebe, listen.” His volume suddenly increased. The veins on the back of his hand bulged. I looked up to see his face slightly darkened, his deep eyes filled with unfathomable emotions. I was a bit surprised. Didn’t expect Mr. Asher to react so strongly to my resignation. Shouldn’t be like this. Even more unexpected, Asher came with me to the hospital for the check-up. Maybe because we were classmates and desk mates in high school. Mr. Asher had been looking out for me, an old classmate. Makes sense. On the way, my stomach started to ache. In the hospital lobby, the pain made me break out in cold sweat. My legs gave way, nearly collapsing. The expected fall didn’t happen. A large hand caught my waist in time. I was pulled into an embrace. The fresh, woody scent of cedar filled my nose. The stomach cramps seemed to ease a bit. “Phoebe, are you okay?” Asher’s brows furrowed, worry in his eyes I’d never seen before. My heart stirred slightly. An indescribable feeling spread in my chest. I shook my head, about to say I’m fine. But then a mocking voice came from behind: “Oh Phoebe, so you’ve found another man to be a doormat for.”

“Thought you were so devoted, turns out you’re just a fickle woman.” I looked over, it was Hugo. One of Gideon’s bad company from the bars. He was the one who started the bet at last night’s gathering. Bet that I’d be a doormat for Gideon for life. Too bad, it was his quickest loss. Because right after the bet, I flipped the table, splashed the drinks, and dumped him. I glanced at him with disgust, about to speak. Asher placed me behind him, shielding me completely. He coldly warned: “Sir, watch your mouth.” Hugo saw his face and was shocked. “Why is Mr. Asher here?” I remembered the Hugo family had a project hoping to collaborate with Asher’s company. Hugo extended his hand to shake. Asher didn’t even spare a glance. “Tell Mr. Hugo, there’s no need to seek collaboration with Asher’s group anymore.” He said, leading me inside. I turned back, seeing Hugo’s face turn from green to white. It felt amazing. I looked at him with disgust, just about to say something. Asher stepped in front of me, completely shielding me. He warned coldly, “Sir, watch your words.” Hugo was taken aback upon seeing Asher’s face. “Why is Mr. Gu here?” I remembered the Xue family was seeking a collaboration with Gu Corporation. Hugo extended a hand for a handshake, but Asher didn’t even look at him. “Go back and tell Mr. Xue there’s no need to pursue a partnership with Gu Corporation anymore.” With that, Asher put his arm around my waist and led me inside. I turned my head to see Hugo’s face turn pale, then flush with anger. It was immensely satisfying. After a blood test and gastroscopy, I sat on a bench in the corridor. Asher was discussing the details with the doctor. As the sunlight streamed in, I felt drowsy. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he came out of the office. “How is it? How many more days do I have left?” I asked. Asher frowned, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. “Let’s go eat.” Still a bit dazed, I was led to a restaurant. It only felt real once I sat at the table. Asher casually ordered the food and even arranged the utensils for me. I had always done such things for Gideon. No one had ever treated me like this before. And Asher didn’t owe me anything. It was then I realized that kindness and goodwill don’t require debts. After eating, he drove me back to my apartment complex. “Thank you, Mr. Gu.” He sat in the car, turning to look at me with those deep, mesmerizing dark eyes. His lips curved slightly as he nodded, “Message me every day after you take your medicine.” Startled for a moment, I nodded with a smile. “As long as Mr. Gu doesn’t find me troublesome.” He watched me silently, emotions deep in his eyes. “I won’t.” A slight warmth filled my heart. Suddenly, the idea of continuing to live didn’t seem so bad. After saying goodbye to Asher, I turned to walk toward my building. A figure emerged from behind the wall, grabbing my wrist and slamming me against the wall. The familiar smell of alcohol overwhelmed me, making me nauseous. I pushed hard, but he wouldn’t budge. I kicked him. “Gideon, are you out of your mind?!” His face was cold, eyes bloodshot. He spoke through clenched teeth, “Phoebe, how can you get involved with other men?” “Are you that desperate and shameless? Am I not enough for you? Huh?!” As he said this, he gripped my jaw, trying to lower his head to kiss me. A wave of revulsion and nausea hit me. I kicked him hard, then slapped him across the face.

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Five years ago, on Mother’s Day, my son gave me the most unforgettable gift of my life—a debt of five million. As a designer, I worked tirelessly by day and took on part-time jobs at night. Eventually, I managed to gather the money and returned it to the creditor, feeling utterly exhausted. But then I saw my son Jasper and my ex-husband Griffin, looking sharp in suits, sitting comfortably in a private room while the creditor was humbly toasting them and offering smiles. The father and son projected an air of authority. “Mr. Carter, I really tried my best. Who would have thought your wife would be so stubborn, working herself to the bone rather than asking you for help?” Jasper reassured his father, “Dad, don’t worry. If I incur another debt of twenty million, this time there’s no way Mom can escape!” Griffin put down his cigar, stood up, and patted his son on the shoulder. “Dad, I’ve got my eye on a sports car. Look.” “Go to the finance department tomorrow and get the money. It’s just a car. Remember, Jasper, you’re the heir to the Carter Corporation.” The Carter Corporation has been making waves in the business world, dominating all industries in City A for the past decade. Even the fashion company I work for is a subsidiary of Carter Corporation. When my son graduated from college, he envied others, wondering why he didn’t have such wealth despite having the same last name. “My son is so outstanding; he’ll definitely reach the top of the pyramid in the future.” He smiled and nodded. Perhaps even then, Jasper had already reconnected with Griffin. The noise in the club was deafening, and I felt a cold sweat break out, a sense of bitterness welling up inside me. But what came next plunged me into despair. “It’s all my mom’s fault. You just had a few affairs outside—did she really need to divorce you and ruin my good life?” “My mom is so unreasonable. If it weren’t for your social engagements back then, there wouldn’t be a business empire now. Women are just petty.” I’ll never forget the day I discovered Griffin’s affair, catching him in bed with another woman at a hotel. He never paid a dime in child support after our divorce, and I raised our son through hardship. Back then, he was understanding, knowing how hard I worked and wanting to help share the burden. He started his own business right after college. But then, on Mother’s Day, he told me his business failed, and his partner ran off, leaving him in debt. I watched as the creditors came to our door, vandalizing and threatening to harm Jasper if he didn’t repay the money. I stood resolutely in front of my son, taking on the debt myself. As a seasoned designer, I shouldn’t have had to work so hard on designs anymore, but the debt was enormous. I had no choice but to take on freelance work in secret. Unfortunately, the company found out, and because I violated industry rules, my bosses, out of respect for my years of service, demoted me to a design assistant. With even less money, I had to work during the day, wait tables at a hot pot restaurant at night, and clean at a fast-food restaurant until the early hours. I lived like this for five years, but the debt just snowballed, getting bigger and bigger. Jasper disappeared, leaving me with no choice but to beg the creditors for a few more days. But they were unmoved; debts had to be repaid. I had no right to ask for leniency. Yet, thinking of my son’s future, I knelt and banged my head on the ground until it bled. The debt collectors were afraid of causing a death and agreed to let me pay in installments. I’m not someone who gives up easily. For my son, I became stronger, perhaps the power of a mother’s love. But what I didn’t expect was that this was all a scam. I lost completely in love and money. Disappointment overwhelmed me, and I called an old friend. “Imogen, you once said you hoped I’d become the head of your company’s design department. Do you still need me?” There was silence on the other end. Just as I was about to speak, Imogen burst into tears of joy. “Hurry and come over. With your talent, you can easily be the design director or even the general manager.” “Back then, you gave up your career for marriage and children, and after the divorce, you returned to the design industry, all for that kid.” “You even turned down an offer from Milan’s renowned design college.” “We’re preparing for a big show at the end of the year, and the design team is working in isolation. Think about it.” I raised my trembling right hand, looking at my rundown self in the mirror. “I don’t need to think about it, but my age…” “Don’t worry about that. Your design concepts and abilities are well recognized.” “The clothes you designed back in the day are still classics for C Brand. Once you settle things in City A, I’ll send someone to pick you up next Monday.” I hung up and decided to settle things with them. I opened the private room door, and Jasper froze, then quickly walked over to my side. “Mom, you’re here. You. Why did you come so late? I almost got beaten to death.” The creditor stood up and slapped Jasper. “Have you prepared the money? We agreed on the deadline today. If you don’t have enough, I’ll cut off one of your son’s fingers.” Griffin squinted at me. “Cora, is this how you educate your son? Or you could beg me, return to my side, and I’ll find a way to help you out.” “After all, you wouldn’t want to see your son’s future ruined, right?” “If you really don’t want to beg me, I have a quick-money job for you.” “You’ve kept yourself well all these years. I know a place that loves women like you. How about it?” The men in the room burst into laughter, and Jasper was deeply ashamed. “Mom, did you bring enough money? If so, hand it over.” “What do you mean, watching me get my fingers cut off?” I trembled all over, not wanting to argue with them. I produced a bank card from my pocket. “This is one million. Starting today, we owe nothing.” I was about to leave. “Hold on, who said one million was enough?” “Lady, your son borrowed a million. We’re not a charity; there has to be some interest.” The creditor gripped my hand tightly, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Griffin’s gaze. He instantly let go of my hand. “Mom, I didn’t tell you, but they… They want interest too. If I don’t pay, they’ll break my legs.” “Mom, I’m your only son. You can’t just watch me die, right?” Jasper knelt on the ground, pleading. “Mom, you have to help me. You have to.” “Why don’t you beg Dad? Apologize to him, and the three of us can live happily together. Wouldn’t that be nice?” “Why must you insist on suffering so much? Kneel and apologize to Dad. If you do, he’ll forgive you.” Griffin sneered. “Your mom is a college graduate and a famous designer. I’m just a nouveau riche; I can’t handle it.” The creditor picked up a wine bottle from the table, ready to smash it against Jasper’s leg. They were all acting out a charade for me. My son, my son, would let his own mother suffer such humiliation for money. Where did the boy who brought me foot baths, massaged my shoulders, and promised to make lots of money to support me go? Griffin and I were in love once. In those days, I got pregnant with Jasper out of wedlock, and we later married. I had severe morning sickness, and Griffin canceled his business trips, even losing some big deals to stay by my side. Those were truly hard times. I had a falling out with my family, and the childbirth expenses were cobbled together. Griffin worked three jobs a day to ensure I had proper nutrition. Later, when he cheated, we divorced. When I make a choice, I never look back. I raised our child alone. Being a single mom was never easy. I struggled to raise him. Later, with my illness and his college expenses, we couldn’t afford his private university tuition. Griffin appeared during this time, flaunting his success. I knew he made some money and that his reappearance was to force me to return. Even my son sided with him because I had no money. During our arguments, he belittled me to nothing. I thought about having a serious talk with my son, inviting him out for a meal. But Griffin’s words made him kick me out of the car. That day, it was pouring rain, drenching me as my heart ached. Years of nurturing and love couldn’t compare to Griffin’s money. When I returned home, my son saw my sorry state and only said, “Mom, after all these years apart from Dad, we can eat together anytime. You don’t mind, do you?” “Of course not.” I knew he was under a lot of pressure about his future. If Griffin had the means, I wouldn’t stop him. After all, he was Jasper’s biological father. I had no reason to stop their meetings. Perhaps because I gave way, it awakened Jasper’s love for me. He was obedient and filial for a while. On Mother’s Day, he promised me a surprise. Who knew it would be a million-dollar debt? I can’t forget Jasper kneeling in front of me, tearfully repenting. It seems to echo with the current scene. “Mom, I’m begging you. Please ask Dad for help. He surely has a way to get us through this.” “You’re not young anymore. Physical labor won’t earn you much. Wouldn’t it be great for the three of us to live happily together?” — Perhaps my stepping back reignited Jasper’s affection for me, because for a while afterward, he was both obedient and respectful. On Mother’s Day, he mentioned he had a surprise for me. Little did I know it would be the burden of a million-dollar debt. I can never forget Jasper kneeling before me, tears streaming down his face as he expressed his remorse. It all seems to blur with the scene unfolding now. “Mom, I’m begging you, please talk to Dad. He must have a solution. He’ll help us get through this tough time.” “You’re already an adult. You can’t earn much through manual labor. Can’t we just live peacefully as a family of three?” This wasn’t the life I envisioned for myself. Step by step, father and son drove me into despair, pretending as if they were forcing me to reconsider. I couldn’t bear it any longer. “Jasper, he’s your father. It’s his responsibility to support you financially. Don’t pressure me to come up with a solution!” I pushed him away and turned to leave. On my way home, tears fell despite myself. For eighteen years, I’ve raised Jasper with great effort. The reflection in the mirror shows a face weathered by time, and even my hands have grown rough. To save money, I live in a rental apartment that’s cold in winter and hot in summer. To earn more to repay our debts, my hands are covered with chilblains in winter, and in summer, heat rashes spread all over. My son always uses schoolwork as an excuse to stay away year-round. Looking back, what busy work was there? Why would Mr. Carter Jr. live in a place like this with me? The thought is almost laughable now. A neighbor saw me and remarked with a smile, “Hasn’t your Jasper come back yet? You raised him so well—he’s achieved so much at such a young age. I saw him in that downtown office building a few days ago, looking so impressive.” I could only manage a bitter smile before opening the door. Everyone knows Jasper’s career success is largely due to the backing of Carter Corporation. It seems I’m the only fool here. As I looked around our home, I began to gather my things, but there wasn’t much to pack. Just then, Jasper entered, covering his nose as if there was an unpleasant odor. “Mom, what are you doing? Where are you planning to go?” “Surely you wouldn’t just let your own son die, right? Mom, if you couldn’t support me, why fight for custody? What does this mean now?” “I’m your real son. Are you trying to evade responsibility? Are you planning to run away?” I sat on the couch, regarding him with a cold stare. “Mr. Carter Jr., how long will you keep pretending in front of your own mother?” “Mom. You knew all along?” I’m sorry, it looks like the text you want translated is not available. Could you please provide the Chinese text you’re referring to?

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