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My best friend was Rachel Parker. After her family went bankrupt, I begged my dad to support her and even took the initiative to let her move into my house. I didn’t expect that she would live the life of a young lady in my family. Rachel still arrogantly treated me as a maid, arbitrarily instructed me, rolled her eyes, and scolded me. “If it weren’t for your pity, who would want to be your friend? “So what if you support me? You have money, and isn’t this what you should do? And you will also get a reputation as a philanthropist.” Later, she coveted my family’s property and teamed up with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, to push me off the mountain and kill me. He once comforted and cared for my parents in front of them, always accompanying them, and finally recognized them as godparents as he wished. Opening my eyes again, I returned to university shortly after the start of the semester. Rachel showed off her shopping order on Facebook and in the group and then asked me to pay for it. I smiled indifferently, “Aren’t you a young lady in Sollke? Why can’t you even afford a bag worth 100,000 dollars?” On the first day of entering university, Rachel became famous throughout the university. Just because she sent the message in the freshman group: [Does our university have a helipad? My home is far away, so my parents arranged a helicopter to bring me here.] Finished sending this, Rachel received countless ridicule, and many students accused her of being pretentious in establishing her persona. But she didn’t care and transferred nearly 10,000 dollars to everyone in the group, thus earning the title of wealthy lady. Rachel casually booked a private room at a restaurant for an average of 4,999 dollars per person while our roommates were planning to go out for dinner together. Facing the admiring gazes of our two roommates, she said perfunctorily, “It’s okay. This little money is not even enough for me to buy a pair of shoes.” Our roommates were even more excited. But Rachel took advantage of their inattention, came over, lowered her voice, and said, “Transfer me 20,000 dollars. “I have spent all my living expenses this month. Can you ask your dad to give me more money next month?” It was at this moment that I realized that I was reborn. Rachel, who was in front of me, seemed annoyed that I didn’t answer, and there was anger in her low voice. “Ellie Collins, are you deaf? I ask you to transfer money but you didn’t understand, right? Why are you pretending?” As Rachel’s family went bankrupt, her parents owed tens of millions of dollars in debt and were almost unable to pay even her tuition. I felt sorry for her, so I asked my father to support her and specifically requested the school to arrange for us to stay in the same dormitory. In her previous life, in order to maintain her image as a young lady, she always spent money recklessly outside. Rachel casually bought bags worth tens of thousands of dollars. Before clicking to pay, she took a screenshot, posted it on Facebook and in the group to show off, and then ordered me to pay. Sometimes, as I transferred money slowly, I would get a scolding from Rachel. “Is your arm broken? Why does it take so long to transfer money? Ellie, are you unwilling to give me the money? “Okay, if you don’t give me money, then we can’t even be friends anymore. Get out of here as soon as you can.” Considering our years of relationship, I could only sigh and agree to all of her requests. But I didn’t expect that she would actually covet my family’s property. After teaming up with Yves and accidentally falling to my death during a trip, Rachel cried more miserably in front of my parents than anyone else. This made them shake their heads in regret, marveling at how good our relationship was. It took two years for her to become my parents’ goddaughter. Rachel also inherited my family company as she wished and became a true wealthy lady. With the blessings of my parents, relatives, and friends, she and Yves got married. I died in the damp and cold mountain, my rotting body covered with moss, and I could not rest in peace. Now reborn, of course, I would not continue to be the kind fool in the eyes of others like in my previous life. As Rachel frowned and called my name with anger in her voice, I deliberately showed a puzzled expression. “Ms. Parker, if you don’t have living expenses, just ask your parents for it. Why do you want me to transfer money to you? “So, am I your mother?”

Rachel was determined to save face, even deliberately lowering her voice to the lightest when asking for money just now. Now, I was not hiding my voice at all, causing unease and tension to appear on her face. Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at my two roommates and saw that they were confused but didn’t ask any further questions. Then, Rachel grabbed my wrist tightly and threatened, “Why are you talking so loudly? Are you trying to embarrass me? “If you embarrass me, I will never be friends with you again, no matter how much you beg me!” Because of my experience of being bullied in high school, I paid special attention to Rachel. Regardless of whether she did anything wrong or not, if she used this threat, I would promise to apologize to her immediately. She had been using this trick for three years and had already mastered it. It was a pity that I was no longer the same as I was in my previous life. Staring at the strange looks from the other two roommates, I didn’t respond to her threat and shook off her hand. “Aren’t you the wealthy lady in Sollke, Rachel? Why do you want me to give you even 20,000 dollars? “If you don’t have money, don’t pretend to be a wealthy lady. What’s wrong with you having to act like that?” She was stunned. After all, Rachel hadn’t paid the bill for the private room in the restaurant where we had dinner. Over the past few years, I had been her ATM machine for taking whatever she wanted. Suddenly, I stopped transferring money to her, which made Rachel very anxious. And those two roommates had long been blinded by her wealthy persona and were determined to be her most loyal bootlicker. In my previous life, I did not know how many times they excluded and isolated me at Rachel’s suggestion. As they saw me targeting her, they couldn’t stand it and immediately showed expressions of disgust. “Ellie, have you read too many romantic novels and thought you are the wealthy lady?” “If you have delusions, go get treatment. Don’t bother Rachel. She’s the one who treated us to this meal today. If you have the guts, don’t eat it.” As they said this, they pushed me away and rolled their eyes at me. “You spend her money and still scold her. Ellie, you are such an ungrateful person.” It was clearly my roommates who said those insults to me, but they were all directed at Rachel. Her face turned awkward. Rachel wanted to speak up for me when our roommates were targeting me. But I interrupted her in time. I smiled, “Okay, I won’t join the dinner party today. Just have fun.” Then, I turned around and walked out of the restaurant quickly. Even Rachel didn’t react. Later, she called me several times, but I ignored her. As I walked further away, I could still hear our two roommates deliberately raising their voices to speak ill of me. “Rachel, you are just too nice. But she is an ungrateful person and will never remember your kindness!” She clearly knew whether it was a favor or a hate. I took a taxi back to school, and halfway through, countless calls popped up on my phone, all from Rachel. I blacklisted all her contact information and watched videos leisurely in the dormitory. However, less than half an hour after I returned to the dormitory, with a beep, Rache and the others also came back. Compared to the bright smile on her face before going out, Rachel’s gloomy expression made me feel even happier at this moment. I even deliberately provoked her and showed a puzzled expression. “Why are you back so soon? Is the food not tasty?” My roommate, Amy Brooks, let out a loud scoff. “The food is delicious, but we also need to be able to afford it. “How could Ms. Parker do things like this? She said she wanted to treat us, but in the end, it became a Dutch treatment.” Rachel was very angry and had a bad temper, so she slapped Amy in the back. “Who do you think you are? How dare you be so sarcastic to me? “My family is much richer than yours. Believe it or not, I will make sure you can’t survive in the university!”

Amy was not a good-tempered person either. Amy gave in to Rachel before because she thought Rachel was a lady from some wealthy family who came to live on campus to experience life. As a result, Rachel had to pretend to be a wealthy lady, but she couldn’t come up with much money. As she was exposed, she became angry and embarrassed. Amy also got angry and grabbed Rachel’s hair and started wrestling with her. I was just taking advantage of the situation. While pretending to stop the fight, I secretly kicked Rachel several times. Her only pair of brand-name shoes was covered with footprints. As Amy finally let go, Rachel’s noble and elegant look as a wealthy lady had long disappeared. There were traces of blood on her delicately made-up face, and her hair and clothes were messy. She gritted her teeth and glared at us fiercely. “You’re ganging up on me, right? Wait, this isn’t over yet!” Rachel was the first to file a complaint and called the teacher, saying that we were bullying her. As she went to the teacher’s office, quite a few students saw her. In the freshman group, where messages were scrolling rapidly, a girl suddenly appeared. She said that she saw Rachel in the teacher’s office. [Her eyes are red, and she seems to be bullied by someone.] [Isn’t she a wealthy lady? How dare someone bully her?] It was hard to say whether anyone dared to bully Rachel. But right after these messages, another message popped up asking which building and which room the teacher’s office was located in. It was my boyfriend, Yves. His tone was extremely anxious, urging the girl to reply quickly. As she called out the office number, he fell silent as if he had already left halfway. When we first arrived at the teacher’s office, we saw Yves come over panting, and his eyes fixed on Rachel. Finishing making sure she was okay, he saw me and frowned. I stood leisurely by and watched them exchange glances. In my previous life, I must have been blind and mentally ill to think there was nothing wrong with them. I also believed that he took special care of Rachel. Yves even explained it to me as he peeled the prawn for her personally. “Isn’t she your good friend? Then, it’s only right that I treat her well.” The teacher coughed at the right time. “You are Rachel’s roommates, right? Did you know that she wants to change dormitory?” Before Amy and I could answer, Yves asked first, “Why did she change the dormitory? Was she bullied?” Amy rolled her eyes snidely. Rachel’s eyes were red. She looked at me cautiously at first, then shook her head, her voice soft and aggrieved. “No, they didn’t bully me.” Hypocrisy filled the entire office. But Yves couldn’t see it. His eyes were full of heartache, and he sighed deeply, “Rachel, you are just too kind.” He stood in front of her like a protector and ordered me to apologize to her. “Ellie, Rachel is kind-hearted, so she asked her parents to support you for so many years. “I didn’t expect you to be such an ungrateful person, repaying her kindness with hatred!” As this crime was brought against me, not only me but also Amy was dumbfounded. I looked at Yves, who had an angry face, and then at Rachel, who was hiding behind him with a smug look on her face. I couldn’t help but sneer. Because of his protection, I couldn’t slap her. Then, I had to settle for the next best thing and slap Yves. As he looked at me with his hands covering his face in disbelief, I took out my cell phone and called my dad. Then, the call was connected. Seeing Rachel’s pale face, I slowly called out, “Dad.” My dad responded. There was sarcasm in his deep voice. “It’s really interesting. I have been supporting Rachel for more than ten years. I didn’t expect that in other people’s eyes, my daughter was the one being supported.”

As Rachel heard what my father said, her eyes changed again and again, and she rushed over and snatched my phone. She saw the call-in-progress display on the screen. Then, Rachel glared at me with her eyes as if they were filled with poison and forced a flattering smile. “Mr. Collins, don’t believe what Ellie said. We were just joking.” This kind of talk might be enough to fool a brainless person like Yves, but how could a shrewd man like my father believe it? I did not know what my father said, but Rachel’s lips became pale. She bit her lips and took a long time to utter the word “okay”. As soon as she hung up the phone, Yves’s question came one after another. He frowned and asked, “Rachel, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy? “Also, aren’t you Ms. Parker? Ellie is just a poor student sponsored by your family. How dare she talk to you like that?” I knew it a long time ago. Rachel never told others that it was my parents who sponsored her. Instead, she said that she sponsored me. Due to Rachel’s kindness, I could get into the car that arranged to pick us up and drop us off during the holidays. Her friends had mocked me with jealousy and envy countless times. They thought that I was so lucky to have Rachel’s support. She hinted several times that I was dissatisfied with her and even stole the gifts her parents gave me. Then, her friends accused me, and the abusive words were like a wave, drowning me completely. [You ungrateful bastard! Rachel is so good to you, but you actually harmed her. You are such a piece of shit.] [Ellie, how come you don’t even understand what it means to be a bootlicker?] [People like you who don’t know how to be grateful should die sooner!] I explained it and also wanted to prove that I was the one who actually funded her. I wanted to tell them that Rachel was not the so-called rich lady at all. I was the one. But as they looked at the evidence I produced, the malice in their eyes became even more obvious. [What’s the point of using your wallet balance and these brand-name items as proof? They must have been bought for you by Rachel.] [Even if you really bought it yourself, we don’t even know where the money came from. It’s dirty and disgusting!] If it weren’t for this massive cyber violence, I might not agree with Rachel’s proposal to go traveling with her to relax. Nor would I die at the foot of the mountain and slowly stop breathing. I didn’t listen carefully to her explanation to Yves in a panic. I just glanced at my phone and saw it was a message from my family driver. He said he still had half an hour to arrive at my university. The teacher also received a call. She answered with a strange look on her face, bent down, wrote two leave requests, and handed them to me. “Your family contacted the school and said something happened at home. I have already written you a note for leave.”

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It was the seventh year I had been with Bruce Green. I decided to drop by his office, but as I approached, I overheard him chatting with someone. “Seven years with Mia, huh? Must be pretty happy, right?” Bruce replied coolly, “I’ve never loved her. Do you believe it?” “Come on, you can’t be serious. Seven years without love? You’re not still hung up on Felicity, are you? She’s been gone for years.” “Don’t say that. Felicity and I are ancient history…”

On Christmas Eve, my parents took me home on the last bus. I cried loudly and insisted on leaving, so Farrell and Malinda had no choice but to take me out of the bus. The bus then had an accident that night. Farrell and Malinda were shocked.

My tendons were cut, my eyes gouged out, and I was tortured to death. Yet when my father spoke of me, he still cursed. “I never had such a son! It’s better he died out there!” He’d beat me mercilessly with his belt and throw away the health tonics I bought him. In front of the neighbors, he’d slap me hard across the face, roaring at me to get lost. But when my body was brought to him, dressed in a police uniform and adorned with medals carried by my fellow officers, this veteran broke down, wailing uncontrollably. “Son… God, I’m so sorry!” ***** I was dead. My tendons severed, my eyes blinded, my body beaten beyond recognition. The final blow struck my chest, ending my life for good. By the end, staying alive had become the real hell. Every second, I silently begged those two psychos to just finish me off. When the last blade pierced my heart, I barely felt a thing. Hours of agony had numbed me to the pain. Darkness enveloped me, but my soul felt brighter than ever. I knew my message had reached my team. They’d be here soon. This massive drug operation would finally be shut down for good. Ten long years undercover, and my mission was complete at last. Slowly, the cold grip of blood loss faded away. Suddenly, I felt myself drift upward, my spirit separating from my body. Below, I saw my own battered corpse and the two heartless bastards standing over it. One of them kicked my lifeless body. Realizing I was truly dead, he spat viciously. “Fucking finally. Tough son of a bitch lasted way longer than I thought. My arms are killing me from all that pounding. Come on, give me a hand. Let’s dump this poor schmuck in that junkyard over the hill!” I watched helplessly as they hauled my body away, tossing it into the desolate scrapyard like yesterday’s trash. Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, my spirit drifted across half the city, back to the old neighborhood I once called home. There, hunched and frail, a familiar figure shuffled slowly down the sidewalk. My eyes stung with ghostly tears as I choked out, “Dad…” James Henderson, my father, walked on, deaf to my words. Our neighbor, Larry, spotted him and called out with a smile, “Hey James, where’s that boy of yours? Haven’t seen him around in ages.” Dad’s friendly expression darkened instantly. He exploded, “I haven’t had a son for ten years! Even if I did, he’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere by now!” “How could anyone have such a good-for-nothing child? The day that plague dies will be the day the Henderson name is finally clean!” My chest tightened, the knife wound burning like it was freshly poisoned. I’d barely set foot in my hometown for the past ten years, but every time I did, I heard the same hateful words. Two Christmases ago, I headed home with bags of groceries, hoping to spend the holiday with my father. As soon as I opened the door, he slapped me hard across the face. “Get out! I don’t want anything from you!” I forced a smile, trying to placate him. “Dad… please, just let me stay for dinner. I’ll leave right after.” To my shock, he grabbed the trash bag by the door and dumped its contents over my head, right in front of the neighbors. “Don’t you dare call me Dad!” he bellowed. “No son of mine would turn out to be such a monster! You’re better off dead in a ditch somewhere, and don’t ever show your face around here again!” I stood there, reeking garbage and leftover food covering me from head to toe, as the neighbors muttered and whispered around us. “Man, James sure is cold-hearted,” someone muttered. “What do you know?” another voice snapped. “His son is nothing but trouble – drugs, stealing, messing around. He got what he deserved!” My face burned with shame. On Christmas, I sat alone on the freezing street, covered in garbage, for the entire night. It snowed that night, but my heart was colder than the ice. The mocking laughter in front of me broke through my thoughts. I knew the neighbors were doing it on purpose. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that James’ son had been kicked out of the police academy for drug use, and his bright future had gone up in smoke. And James, who had once bragged about me to anyone who would listen when I got into the academy, had become the laughingstock of the entire community. Years ago, when Larry was young, he’d harassed some women. My dad, a military veteran, had taught him a lesson with his fists. Their relationship had been icy ever since, and Larry knew just how to get under my dad’s skin. When Larry heard my dad’s words, he smirked. “Come on, James. That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? Like it or not, he’s still your flesh and blood. Your son.” My father’s face turned livid, his jaw clenched tight. “I have no such son,” he spat out. “That piece of garbage… Why doesn’t God do us all a favor and strike him down with lightning?” With that, my father stormed off. I hovered near the old man, watching as the corners of his mouth trembled almost imperceptibly. Slowly, his eyes welled up with tears. The pain in my heart was sharper than any knife. As tears started to roll down my own cheeks, I finally whispered the words I’d been choking back for what felt like an eternity, “Dad… I’m sorry.”

Dad stumbled through the front door, collapsing onto the couch with a wheezy exhale. He sat there, staring into space, for what felt like hours. Finally, he struggled to his feet and shuffled to the bookshelf. Bending down, he pulled out a small booklet from the bottom shelf. It took me a moment to realize it was my old police academy acceptance letter. With trembling hands, Dad opened it. His weathered fingers traced the words as he read aloud in a soft, shaky voice. “David… accepted to our academy… as a police officer trainee.” A lump formed in my throat. Grief washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless. Memories from that day came flooding back. I remembered racing home, waving that letter like a victory flag. “Dad!” I had shouted. “Dad! I got in!” Back then, my father was still young. He rushed out of the stairwell to greet me, grinning from ear to ear. His large hands cradled my acceptance letter, reading it over and over. “Well done, son! You’re my pride. I couldn’t be more proud of you!” That day, his laughter echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. The neighbors all said, “Like father, like son. James’ boy is truly something special, becoming a police officer!” But no one could have predicted that I’d be expelled for drug use during my second semester of freshman year. The day I came home with my bags packed, I fell to my knees. My father, eyes red with anger and disappointment, beat me until his belt broke. From that day on, he could never again hold his head high among the neighbors. His once-proud posture, straight for decades, crumpled because of me. My dad, always chatty and social, stopped playing chess and shooting the breeze with neighbors. He was afraid they’d bring me up, afraid to hear their pity or opinions about me, even if well-meaning. This cheerful old man, who’d been outgoing his whole life, started spending his days cooped up at home, cutting off contact with everyone. This went on for ten long years. Meanwhile, I was spiraling out of control, hanging with a rough crowd, and sinking deeper into a world of trouble. At first, Dad tried scolding and hitting me. But eventually, he realized nothing could keep me in line. That was when the light went out in his eyes. He stopped reaching out to me. He wouldn’t even open the door when I came home. Father and son had become enemies, and our relationship was severed completely. When I saw that acceptance letter, I could hardly believe it. I never imagined he’d kept it all this time. A wave of bitterness, hidden in my heart for a decade, washed over me. I could almost see him, night after night, holding that letter and weeping. The image hit me like a bullet between the eyes, nearly killing me all over again.

Feona Henderson, my sister, walked in just as Dad was wiping away his tears. She’d known the truth for years but pretended not to notice. “Dad, what would you like for dinner? I’ll cook.” He just shook his head, silent. Feona walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Her face fell as she saw it packed with groceries. “Dad, has David been here?” My dad’s expression darkened, his voice turning cold. “He showed up three days ago. Bought a bunch of stuff we didn’t ask for. Who needs his charity? Eating his food would probably take years off my life!” Feona sighed, “David hardly ever comes around these days. And when he does, you either take a swing at him or bite his head off. Why do you two keep doing this to each other?” It was true. In the ten years since I’d dropped out of the police academy, I could count my visits home on one hand. But three days ago, for reasons I’d rather not explain, I made what I knew would be my last trip home. I’d loaded up on groceries, more than I could carry, and crammed them all into the fridge. James glared at me with undisguised contempt. “Take your stuff and get out! Everything you touch is poison. It could kill me if I eat it!” His words were harsh, but I pretended not to hear. I quietly prepared a table full of dishes, then sheepishly said, “Dad, it’s been ten years since we had a drink together. Let me keep you company for a few rounds.” Surprisingly, James didn’t chase me out with a broom that day. Instead, he sat down at the table, his face grim. I raised my glass and spoke softly. “Dad, it’s been ten years. I know I’ve disappointed you and brought shame to you. “I don’t expect you to believe me, but I had my reasons. I didn’t have a choice.” James slammed his cup down on the table with a loud crack, breaking the cup. “Didn’t have a choice? I might be old, but I’m not blind! What kind of circumstances would make you quit being a cop to do drugs? What circumstances would keep you away from home for ten years? What circumstances would turn my son into a social outcast?” My forehead throbbed with shame, but I couldn’t utter a word in my defense. Several times, I tried to speak, but each time, I swallowed my words. My father’s thin, weathered hand slammed against the table as he fired off his questions, each word dripping with anguish. “Answer me! What did I always tell you when you were a kid? What should a Henderson do?” I kept my head down, fighting back tears. “We may not change the world, but we must do the right things.” As soon as the words left my mouth, my father lost control. His hand flew across my face in a stinging slap. “And what have you done? Tell me, can you live with yourself?” he growled. My ears rang as ten years of pent-up emotions exploded in an instant. I leaped to my feet, shouting uncontrollably, “I don’t regret a damn thing I did, you hear me?!” My father froze, staring at me in despair as if I were a stranger he couldn’t comprehend. After a moment of stunned silence, he finally accepted that the person before him was no longer the son he had cherished since childhood. His hands trembled at his sides, clenching into fists before he shook his head weakly. “Get out,” he said, his voice cold. “You are not my son. From now on, my son is dead to me. Get out of my sight. I never want to see you again!” And so, my final meeting with my father ended in bitter discord. I bolted from the house in a daze, somehow ending up at the old park where Dad used to push me on the swings. With trembling fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed that number. “Captain,” I choked out, barely holding it together. “Please. I’m begging you. Let this be my final mission. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.” My voice cracked as I whispered, “I just want to go home.”

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The limited-edition item from the brand that was reserved for me was snatched up by my brother, Joe West, using his family discount card. When I confronted him, expecting an explanation, I was met with a barrage of insults. “You shameless bitch, letting my boyfriend buy you a bag? Have you lost your mind?” Later on, Joe even had the nerve to complain to me, saying, “Sis, my girlfriend is just really into me. You should apologize to her!” Not long after, his girlfriend showed up at my house, complaining to my parents, “Don’t blame Rebecca. I gave her a gift, but she turned her nose up at it and said Joe wouldn’t get a share of the family fortune…” My mom looked completely bewildered and said, “There isn’t any share for him anyway.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, “Ha! This scheming little witch just hit a brick wall!” ***** My parents have always groomed me to be the heir. They’d given me the best of everything since I was a kid. As for my brother, Joe? Well, in my mom’s words, “As long as he’s alive, that’s enough.” Earlier that day, a brand I’d collaborated with for years called to say they’d set aside a bag for me. When I sent my assistant to pick it up, she was told Joe had already snagged it with his family discount card. I thought, “Huh? Is that little twerp in love or something?” Curious, I called to probe, “Joe, did you grab my bag for me?” Instead of Joe, a shrill female voice answered, “Who’s this slut trying to get my man to buy her a bag? “Know your place, you gold-digger! “You motherless piece of trash, go die already!” After a minute of non-stop profanity-laced insults, the call ended. I’d never been cussed out like that in my life. I was fuming. I thought, “Alright then. You’re both dead meat.” Just as I was about to block Joe’s number, he called again, frantically apologizing, “I’m so sorry, sis. My girlfriend didn’t know who you were. She just loves me too much and lost her cool…” Joe’d always been a bit of a pushover, but he’d always been good to me. I was starting to waver when he added, “It’s just a bag. Can’t you just apologize and call it even?” I rolled my eyes. “Apologize my ass.” As soon as I hung up, I got a friend request from “I Don’t Like Coriander.” The profile picture showed a girl in a white dress, a bandaged hand, an eye patch, and a playful tongue-out expression. Her message was straight to the point: [You bitch, how dare you insult my boyfriend? I’ll tear you apart!] I accepted the request, amused. Before I could type anything, she dragged me into a group chat. A bunch of profiles with generic, handsome guy pictures started attacking me. [Just because you’re Joe’s sister, you can insult people? How dare you disrespect others like that?] [We heard you always exploit your brother. Why don’t you just go die already? Should we expose you online?] “I Don’t Like Coriander” was particularly aggressive. [He’s just a student, and you’re making him buy you designer bags worth hundreds of thousands? Have you no shame?] [You’ll get married someday, and the West Group will be all his. You’re just spending his money now, you know?] I was utterly speechless. My brother really had a knack for finding these insufferable girlfriends. The group chat continued with more insults: [Looking at your social media, always dressing so provocatively. Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce your own brother?] It was disgusting. But I’d calmed down by now. I typed: [I wasn’t going to get involved, but since you seem so familiar with the ins and outs of prostitution, I feel obliged to warn my brother. Better be careful not to catch anything nasty.]

A barrage of profanity-laced messages popped up. I chuckled: [ Ooh, looks like I struck a nerve.] “I Don’t Like Coriander” exploded: [You’re dead meat, bitch!] [Easy there, I can smell your meltdown from here.] I typed before swiftly exiting the group and blocking everyone. I shared screenshots of their abuse in the family group chat. Joe panicked. “Rebecca, delete those! What if people misunderstand Ashley?” “Misunderstand what? It’s all there in black and white,” I replied nonchalantly, playing a game on speakerphone. Joe’s voice was flustered. “She didn’t know the family card money was yours. She thought you were trying to seduce me. It’s because you changed your contact to ‘Boss’ on my phone…” I thought, “The little twerp is blaming me!” My temper flared again. “So it’s my fault now? You took the bag meant for me without a word, and now you’re blaming me? I ought to call the cops!” “No, please!” Joe hesitated before admitting, “Ashley has depression. She’s emotionally unstable and can’t handle the police. I’m begging you, sis. Apologize to her! “I really love her and I’m afraid she might do something stupid…” “Depression? Sounds more like rabies to me.” I hung up and blocked him. The family group chat exploded. [What the hell? Woke up to see a two-faced snake.] [Always thought Joe was slow, but this dumb? Dating someone like that?] Joe meekly posted six dots before getting booted from the chat. My mother, Amanda West, called. She said, “My poor baby girl. Don’t worry, your dad and I are heading to the city. We’ll tear that girl apart!” My dad, Vincent West, was fuming in the background. “My precious daughter’s never been insulted like this in her life!” After some pleasantries, I took some vitamins and settled in for a beauty nap. The West Group had an open-door policy where everyone from directors to janitors could give feedback weekly. Lately, several department heads had been grumbling, taking subtle digs at me. Puzzled, I decided to investigate the next day. I went undercover in plain business attire, infiltrating the most disgruntled department—HR. In the break room corner, I was grimacing at my new awful coffee when two interns walked in. One carried a familiar handbag—identical to the one the brand had promised me. I smirked as they started gossiping, ignoring my presence. “Her contact is ‘Boss,’ and she’s always ordering my boyfriend around. Even if she’s his sister, isn’t that weird?” “Gross, she definitely has the hots for her brother.” I wanted to gag. They glanced at me, assuming I wouldn’t dare speak up. “Hey, pour me my favorite coffee.” I thought, “I’d like to see what they’re going to say.” As I handed over the coffee, I caught the handbag girl’s name tag. Intern: Ashley Maxwell. The West Group interns were typically from top universities with strict entry requirements. I thought, “That idiot brother snuck his girlfriend into the company. No wonder everyone’s complaining!” Ashley smirked. “A limited-edition bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My boyfriend’s just a college senior. I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.” I had to laugh. In my head, I retorted, “So spending my own money is shameless, but buying you a bag is perfectly fine? Now that’s what I call shameless!”

Ashley pouted, saying, “Besides, isn’t it normal for the main chick to go off on the side piece? “She’s an outsider eyeing the family fortune, trying to seduce her own brother. I just wanted to teach her a lesson in that group chat, but she couldn’t handle it and bailed.” “Babe, your mouth is something else. No wonder Mr. West loves to kiss it.” Her friend simpered. One twisting facts, the other brown-nosing. I nearly gagged, thinking, “Joe must be desperate to want this piece of work.” “Once I marry Joe, I’ll convince him to marry off Rebecca to some farmer. She can pop out babies in the fields all day. That’ll teach her,” Ashley said. “Brilliant! Perfect for dealing with that fake prude.” I felt sicker by the second. How could any woman say such things? Their gossip continued, but suddenly, there was a commotion outside. I peeked out to see our housekeeper, Megan Fox, who’d likely just arrived from the West Estate. My parents were used to her cooking, so she’d come along to the city. She was still in her country-style clothes, sitting quietly and properly in place. I poured her a glass of water, but before I could hand it over, someone knocked it out of my hand. “Where’d this old hag come from? You think the West Group is a place for lowlifes like you?” Ashley spat. She turned to me. “Playing nice, huh? Trying to impress my boyfriend?” Seeing my eye twitch, she impatiently kicked Megan. “Just here for the free AC, you cheap old bag? “You’re covered in germs and viruses, disgusting. Who let you into the West Group anyway?” Her intern friend chimed in, “This is the future Mrs. West. She’s being nice by just kicking you. If you know what’s good for you, get lost.” Megan looked bewildered. “Who are you two?” She glanced at me, confused, muttering, “I didn’t know Joe had a fiancée…” She’d been with my parents for years, practically part of the company. Ashley, not catching that, still flew off the handle. “What are you mumbling about? Talking shit about me?” I thought, “Depression’s just one of her issues. This nutjob’s got paranoia, too!” “Apologize, you old bitch!” Ashley screamed, suddenly slapping Megan hard. I couldn’t stop it in time, watching helplessly as Megan fell. Megan had practically raised Joe and me when our parents were busy. We were incredibly close. Rage boiled over. I lunged forward, grabbed Ashley’s hair, and slapped her five times in quick succession. She stood there stunned. “How dare you hit me!” “Do I need a reason to slap an idiot?” I retorted, about to kick her. Suddenly, a powerful force shoved me to the ground from behind. A voice roared, “You’re the idiot! Nobody touches my girlfriend!” Joe had appeared out of nowhere. Ashley’s hate-filled eyes instantly brimmed with tears. She clung to Joe’s arm, “Baby, she hit me! “You have to fire her. I’m so hurt.” “It reminds me of when I was bullied before…” Joe was furious, glaring at me menacingly. “You…” He was taken aback. As Joe snapped back to reality, he met Megan’s furious gaze, and panic set in. “You guys…” I crossed my arms and said with a smirk. “If you apologize now, I might just consider not kicking you to the curb.” “Rebecca, I…” Joe’s words faltered, cut short by his girlfriend’s sudden outburst. “Who do you think you are, demanding an apology? You’ve got some nerve, you little thief!” Ashley looked at Megan, who was clearly confused, fuming. “It’s that old hag over there! I don’t know how she managed to sneak into the West Group, but she’s definitely up to no good. “Filthy and disgusting! Who knows what kind of germs she’s carrying?” She pointed a finger at me, her voice dripping with disdain. “And this cheap woman? She’s just trying to show off in front of you, hoping to play the nice guy and seduce you. “How dare you make my boyfriend apologize? “Do you even know who he is? This whole company belongs to him! If he tells you to scram, you better get out! “Honestly, you should take a good look in the mirror. I bet your mom was out selling herself, and you inherited that charm.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought, “Wow, such filthy language! Looks like your innocent persona is crumbling a bit, but I’m not about to let you off easy.”

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The night my sister, Nicole Davis, got engaged to my boyfriend, Isaac Wilson, my life took a dark turn. I was attacked in my own home, brutally assaulted, and stabbed seventeen times. With the last bit of strength I had, I managed to call my mom, Alexis Davis. On the other end, she screamed, “Amelia Davis, all we wanted was a kidney and for you to let Isaac be with Nicole. You didn’t even come to her engagement party. Don’t ever think about coming back home!” The call abruptly ended. Well, they got their wish. I wouldn’t be coming back home. Because I was dead.

Everyone said Selena Lovato was lucky. Even as a stripper, she caught Jason Carey’s eye and stuck with him for five years. After he dumped her, she quickly moved on to Coleman Grande, one of Greenford’s elite. Selena knelt on Coleman’s lap, wearing the latest custom lingerie. She could see her reflection in his deep eyes, knowing she looked stunning. “Coleman…” she whispered, her fingers lightly brushing his flushed ear. She knew how to seduce a man, especially someone like Coleman—a rich kid fresh out of university, sheltered and surrounded by conservative socialites. He had never met anyone like her. Her hands rested on his legs, feeling the noticeable bulge at his thighs. Coleman was clearly turned on, and she was already wet. Men loved control. Arching her back slightly, her misty eyes locked onto his, Selena waited for him to make the next move. They’d been together for ten days. But Coleman, inexperienced and innocent, was cautious even with kisses. She had never met a guy who went to a strip club just to find a long-term romance. For adults, love often meant sex. Without it, the relationship felt incomplete. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his abs, showing he was far from impotent. He might even be amazing in bed. Coleman frowned, grabbing her wandering hand, his face flushed. “Someone’s outside.” Next door was the conference room. Coleman had just made his first appearance at the Grande Group shareholders meeting since coming back. However, Selena had quickly pulled him into this lounge. Their bodies pressed tightly together, her lingerie leaving little to the imagination. Without his jacket, Coleman could feel her hardened nipples against his chest. Hooking her arms around his neck, Selena whispered, “I locked the door. Even if they see, they won’t hear.” No one played this game better than Selena. Physical intimacy was their strongest bond. Coleman’s sleeves were rolled up, his arm muscles tense as he held her waist. Even through the thin fabric, their bodies connected. Holding her shoulders tightly, Coleman buried his head in her chest, his voice muffled. “I love you, Selena. I want to marry you.” He was serious, and Selena’s heart skipped a beat. A wealthy heir proposing to a stripper. It was almost too wild for fiction. As his fingers slid beneath the thin fabric, he was about to thrust her… Selena lifted her head and saw someone at the back door of the lounge. The glass panel hid most of his face, but she recognized that sharp gaze. It was Jason, her sugar daddy for five years. A sudden knock on the front door startled both of them. The secretary outside announced the next shareholders’ meeting was about to begin. Stopping now left both Selena and Coleman frustrated. Coleman cupped her face, kissing her repeatedly, and promised, “After dinner tonight, we’ll make love.” Selena chuckled. “Great.” In front of Coleman, she slipped on a trench coat over her custom lingerie, revealing nothing but making him adjust his trousers to hide his arousal. As they opened the lounge door, they encountered a group heading to the conference room. Leading them was Jason, who had just watched half of their intimate scene from the back door.

Jason was Coleman’s uncle, though he carried his mother’s surname. He was the most powerful figure in the Grande Group. “Uncle Jason,” Coleman greeted him respectfully. Selena, following behind, realized it was too late to hide. Their breakup a month ago had been anything but pleasant, and she hadn’t seen him since. She certainly hadn’t expected their next meeting to be like this. Having just returned to the country, Coleman didn’t know Selena’s previous super daddy was his uncle. With confidence, he introduced her as his girlfriend. Jason’s stern face remained emotionless as he glanced at Coleman. The conference room was next door, and with Jason blocking the way, no one dared to enter. The hallway filled with people, all eyes on Coleman and Selena. Feeling awkward, Selena knew any move would look suspicious. She had broke up with Jason, but she couldn’t stop him from resenting his ex-lover being with his nephew, potentially exposing her publicly. Luckily, Jason didn’t even glance at her. He seemed indifferent to whose woman Selena was now. “Let’s start the meeting,” Jason ordered, leading the group into the conference room. Selena exhaled in relief. Coleman, hurrying in, told her to wait in the car. Coleman’s Maybach was parked in a reserved area on the second basement level. As Selena opened the car door, planning how to tease Coleman later, a hand suddenly reached out from the neighboring Bentley! Her scream was cut off by Jason. The car door shut, and the cold, aloof Jason from the office was now holding a wine glass. Without a word, he pushed aside Selena’s trench coat and slid his hand inside. Feeling only smooth skin through the thin fabric, he noted the absence of the sticky aftermath of sex. “Didn’t get to finish, huh?” Jason chuckled. “Didn’t you just see it?” Selena replied, trying to pull away. She knew his temper. Resisting too hard would only make things worse. Jason tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers slipping into her wetness with a lewd sound. “Still thirsty, are we?” he taunted, pushing his fingers deeper. “Jason!” Selena gripped his wrist, her face contorted in discomfort. “I gave back everything you ever gave me.” Selena had left everything behind at Jason’s place, her clothes, the car, the fancy bags, and all the cash. She stepped out with nothing, convinced she had completely severed ties with him. Their relationship was over. Now Jason wasn’t just toying with an old flame or a stripper. He was involved with his own nephew’s girlfriend. The air in the car thickened with tension. Jason was a man of contrasts, icy in public but insatiable behind closed doors. Whenever his desires sparked, Selena knew she had no choice but to submit. Throughout the five years she spent with Jason, Selena hardly ever found the courage to say no. He pulled his fingers back, eyebrows arching in surprise. “What’s this? Is your sister finally bringing in some money?” Selena had taken up stripping to support her sister Britney Lovato’s education abroad. She’d mentioned Britney’s potential to Jason before, always highlighting her intelligence and ambition. Every year, she sent a hefty sum for tuition and living expenses. The money she had returned to Jason a couple of weeks ago was a culmination of everything he’d given her over the years. At the mention of Britney, Selena fell silent, her heart clenching. Jason swirled his wine glass, savoring the rich aroma, then smirked at her. “Did she graduate? What kind of girl earns that much in no time? Is she stepping into your shoes?” “She’s not!” His careless words hit her like a punch to the gut. Selena felt a wave of heat rise in her chest, fury mingling with sorrow as she met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. After a long moment, she finally found her voice, trembling. “She’s dead.”

“When did this happen?” Jason asked. Selena gripped her trench coat tightly, her nails digging into her palm, the sharp pain grounding her in the moment. “About a year ago.” But she had only learned of it a month back. “How did she die?” Jason pressed. Selena sat on the luxurious leather sofa, a hollow laugh escaping her lips. Britney had been taken by four men, brutally gang-raped, her body left in shambles, every inch of her marked. With their parents gone too soon, Selena and Britney had been each other’s lifeline. They grew up in a world of scarcity, and while Britney was a shining star in academics, Selena felt lost and inadequate. Stripping was her way to keep Britney in school, her only hope. In the eyes of the powerful, human life meant nothing. Britney had been her rock, her entire world. And now that world lay in ruins, leaving Selena feeling utterly shattered. “She died of illness,” she said, forcing herself to meet Jason’s gaze, a flicker of a smile still on her lips, masking her pain. “You’re so curious. I might think you regret turning me down and are hoping to marry me.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her fleeting moment of innocence, the ridiculous thought that marrying Jason could somehow give her the power to avenge Britney. Jason swirled his wine glass. “Selena, I believe I mentioned that before you indulge in grand fantasies, you should reflect on whether you’re even worthy of them.” He had laughed at her back then, reminding her that she was just a stripper while he was the one in control at the Grande Group. She was merely one of his playthings, unworthy of such dreams as marriage. Selena kept smiling, but inside, her heart felt like ice, each beat heavy with sorrow. Jason mistook her facade for a sulking tantrum. “The villa is still available. You could move back in. About you and Coleman…” “Jason, Coleman just told me he wants to marry me.” It was the first time Selena had ever interrupted Jason in five years. In fact, Coleman had barely finished his confession when Jason stood right outside the door. Jason couldn’t help but laugh, not at the idea of Coleman and Selena getting married, but at the sheer earnestness on her face. “What serious thing could my nephew possibly say?” Selena shot back, “As if you think I’m some kind of serious option.” Her defiance made the air in the car feel heavier, tension creeping in. Jason had always appreciated how Selena could read the room, but today, she was testing his limits. “Even if Coleman is just playing me, I’m still getting taken care of. Shouldn’t you be happy for me?” Coleman was eager to show her off, while her five years with Jason had been kept under wraps, and only the driver knew the truth. After she spoke, she reached for the door handle, but the elevator in the parking garage dinged, and a group of people stepped out. Coleman led the way, looking effortlessly charming as he chatted with a few shareholders before slipping into the Maybach next to them. He immediately noticed Selena was missing. If she got out now, they would run into each other, and that would definitely raise some eyebrows. Selena quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding as she watched Coleman search the area, worry etched across his handsome features. Through the tinted glass of the custom Bentley, she could see him anxiously checking his phone, clearly concerned about her whereabouts. Jason leaned back with a smirk, enjoying her unease. “What’s your plan? If Coleman finds out you’re in my car looking like this, he might just rethink that proposal.” Just then, Selena’s phone buzzed. It was Coleman calling from outside the car…

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“Next batch, come on in,” Ruby Morgan, our supervisor, called out. Several girls and I entered the private room. Under the sultry, dim lights, we lined up and greeted the men lounging on the sofas. “Hey there!” I undid a button on my collar, revealing my collarbones and deep cleavage, flaunting my figure to the maximum. It could significantly up my chances of getting picked. My figure was pretty good. I was a D cup and my fiancé couldn’t get enough of me every night. As for other men, as long as they were normal and interested, none could resist my charm. For instance, at that time, I could feel the intense stares of the men across from me, all hungry to devour me whole. Tonight, I’d be raking in some good cash. “Everyone heads up so the customers can get a good look,” Ruby commanded. I smoothed my bangs and lifted my head, flashing a sweet smile, ready for the clients’ selections. Inwardly praying, I hoped this time it would be a hunky, strong man picking me. The last customer was not only ugly but couldn’t even last a minute on his own. I had to lend a hand, and he finished even quicker than my fiancé. Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled by a voice of surprise. “Lily?” I almost jumped when I heard this voice. It was my fiancé’s voice. I turned my gaze, and there, in the shadowy nook of the sofa, sat my fiancé, Max Alby. His eyes bore a mix of shock and disbelief as they met mine. I stood frozen, my mind reeling. How on earth did he end up here? My side job at the nightclub was caught by him! I panicked, feeling like a cheating spouse caught red-handed, desperate to flee. I just wanted to run out the door. But under Max’s piercing stare, I found myself rooted to the spot, too ashamed to even meet his eyes. “Max? Do you know her?” the man beside him inquired, breaking the tense silence. My heart raced. What if Max were to erupt right here and now, causing a scene? I held my breath, waiting for his response. To my relief, though visibly enraged, he managed to maintain his composure. He turned away, mustering a forced smile. “No, mistook her for someone else.” He didn’t want to expose my identity in front of his friends, as it would be too embarrassing. After all, if it got out that his fiancée worked as a hostess in a nightclub and his fathers stumbled upon her, he’d probably never live it down. I felt even more guilty. “If you don’t know her, then I’ll take her!” the man named Shane declared, his eyes burning with desire. “She’s one in a million. To miss out on her would be a lifelong regret.” Max’s expression stiffened, his smile strained. “Daddy，Today’s your treat, so naturally, you get first pick.” What! This man is not his friend but his father!

Shane laughed, pulling me into his embrace. He is a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a handsome, deep face.He looks like in his thirties, about a decade older than me. I had initially planned to sit further away from Max to avoid any awkwardness, but Shane forcefully pulled me over, seating me between him and Max. A regular in such settings, he wasted no time in wrapping his arm around my waist and boldly groping my chest. Shane’s hand massaged first one and then my other breast, his fingers continuously rubbing my tender wet nipples. And his eyes fixated on my cleavage as he explored. I stood there, frozen, unable to bring myself to even glance back at Max. I could only imagine the grim expression on his face, boiling with anger. It was agonizing to think that my body, meant solely for him, was now being handled by his father, right under his nose… Max and I had been college sweethearts, He proposed to me a while ago. He hasn’t had a chance to tell his family yet. Though our intimate life lacked harmony, with him needing assistance to satisfy me each time, we were otherwise deeply in love. I never wanted to resort to this line of work, knowing it would betray him. But I’m in a bad financial situation, after much internal struggle, I decided to work at the nightclub a few months ago, all behind Max’s back. He was traditional, and discovering the truth would shatter him. Yet tonight, he caught me in the act, and to make matters worse, I was chosen by his father… Feeling utterly helpless and on the verge of tears, I couldn’t fathom how I would explain myself to him later. In no time, Max also picked a girl. We kicked off with drinks while Max shared old college anecdotes. And about Shane, I’d heard Max mention him before. He was a wealthy man with a lot of cash, and Max apparently owed him some money. Shane was not only wealthy but also tall and handsome. Normally, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a little flirtation with him, but with Max right there beside me, my mind was elsewhere. So much so that when we started playing games, I lost in the very first round. According to the rules, the loser had to get cozy with their partner. I was asked to lock lips with Shane for a solid three minutes while holding a mouthful of alcohol.

How could I do it? I wanted to protest, but Shane didn’t give me a chance to refuse. He took a swig of alcohol, then grabbed my head and went in for the kiss. His kissing skills were impressively adept, prying open my lips and passionately exploring, mixing his saliva with the alcohol in my mouth. In the heated ambiance of ambiguity and alcohol, I almost found myself succumbing. But then I caught sight of Max’s darkening expression out of the corner of my eye, and I snapped back to reality. I tried to push Shane away, but his grip was too firm, and I couldn’t break free. It wasn’t until three long minutes had passed, and I was struggling to catch my breath, that he finally released me. “Bravo!” The others applauded. “I’m not good at this game. Carry on without me,” Max muttered with a hint of anger and left the game. The others shrugged it off, assuming he wasn’t into it and continued playing. I felt utterly terrible and wanted to leave, but they wouldn’t let me. And to top it off, luck seemed to desert me as I kept losing one after another, forced into various suggestive acts with Shane, his hands even finding their way under my clothes. He practically explored every inch of my body except for the most intimate areas. The other two men also joined in, trying to take advantage of me while drinking, especially the creepy one who insisted on sitting way too close. Looking at his pockmarked face up close almost made me want to retch. I desperately hoped Max would come to my rescue. But there he sat, silently nursing his drink, watching as three men took advantage of me. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he held it back. Maybe he feared the embarrassment of my identity being revealed… As I drank more and more, I became increasingly dizzy and my vision became blurry. I found myself leaning heavily against Shane, feeling the overwhelming presence of his masculinity. At some point, his shirt disappeared, unveiling a set of abs that made Max’s look pale in comparison. I couldn’t help but wonder if his sexual prowess surpassed Max’s. Thinking of this, I squirmed, feeling sticky between my legs. Suddenly, a hand slipped under my skirt. The rough touch of two fingers sent shivers through me, urging me to delve deeper. Startled, I protested, “No, don’t touch there.” Beside us, Max, who had been silently drinking, suddenly glanced over. “Look at you, getting all worked up and still saying no. You little slut, quit the act. Let me give you what you want,” Shane sneered, pushing me down with my head on Max’s lap. “Max, she’s yours from the top. Let’s enjoy this together.” Shane grinned, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. In an instant, I felt a fiery sensation engulf me as he entered…

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The day I found out I was dying, Byron broke up with me. I have been Byron Evan’s “contract lover” for five years, until his true love came back. He canceled our contract and told me to get lost. I thought that after five years, his frozen heart would thaw for me. How wrong I was. So I packed my things and left. Without telling him… I only had three months left to live. —— Byron Crawford’s private jet landed at LAX international airport at 7:00 PM. By 7:30 P.M, Athena Newton was taken to the Silver Tower Penthouse as requested. Per their contract, she had to be thoroughly cleaned “inside and out” without any traces of perfume or makeup. She strictly followed his preferences, thoroughly cleaned herself, changed into a silk pajama, and then went to the bedroom on the second floor. Byron was already working on his computer. When Athena entered the room, he gave her a casual glance. “Come here,” he demanded. His voice was cold and emotionless, weighing heavily on Athena’s heart. Byron was enigmatic, Athena didn’t dare to hesitate for a moment, worried that he might get angry with her, and quickly walked over to him. Before she could steady herself, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her chin with his long fingers. He lowered his head and kissed her ruby lips, the kiss was aggressive, without any traces of warmth. Byron might seem noble and restrained, but he showed no such thing when it came to sex. He was never tender with her. No sweet talk, no soft kisses. Just sex. He had been abroad on a business trip for three months, he probably wouldn’t let Athena go easily tonight. As she had expected, he was rougher than usual. Byron didn’t stop his thrusts until she was too exhausted. … When Athena woke up, she found herself alone in bed, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom. She looked in the direction of the water sound and saw a slender figure reflected on the frosted glass. Athena was surprised because Byron usually left without waiting for her to wake up after their encounters. But this time, he didn’t leave. She struggled to sit up from the bed and quietly waited for the man to come out. A few minutes later, the sound of running water stopped abruptly, and Byron came out wrapped in a bath towel. Water droplets from the tips of his hair fell onto his bronze skin, slowly sliding down his abs, the firm and strong lines carrying a deadly temptation.His face was finely chiseled, exquisitely handsome, with sharp, distinct features. His eyes, almond-shaped in hazel in color, were aloof and distant, deep and unreadable. Byron’ charm armed him from head to toe, and so did his cold aura. In one glance, you can tell this man was not easy to get along with. Seeing that Athena was awake, he gave her a cold look and said, “You don’t need to come anymore.” Athena was stunned. What did he mean by “No need to come anymore?” Byron withdrew his gaze from her, turned around, and handed her a document. “I’m canceling our contract, you’re fired.” He said fired. Not break up. Because that’s their relationship, the employer and the employee. Nonetheless, his words stung. As soon as Athena saw the document laid out before her, she understood. He didn’t leave early today because he didn’t want her to be his secret lover anymore. After being with him for five years, Athena always knew this day would come, but she didn’t expect it would end so abruptly—No reason or explanation. It was five years ago when the debt collector came knocking, and her grandma, Romy Lewis, fell seriously ill, desperately in need of money. Just when all hope seemed lost, Byron came in. Word had it that Athena bore a striking resemblance to his one true love, Freya Bates, , who went abroad and married a renowned European aristocrat after Byron’s accident left him in a coma. It was difficult for him to move on when he recovered and realized he had been cast aside. And then, Athena came into his life. He helped her settle her family’s debts and arranged for the best medical care for her grandmother. And so, she took on the role of Byron’s secretary, while secretly becoming his lover. Suppressing the sharp pain in her heart, Athena slowly raised her head and gazed at Byron, who was now fully dressed. “The contract will expire in six months. Can’t we wait for a little longer?” she asked, somewhat pleading. The doctor said she only had three months left and she wanted to stay with him until the end of her life. Byron didn’t respond, just looking at her with a cold gaze, showing no regret at all, as if he was kicking away a toy he had grown tired of playing with. His silence was all she needed, it meant, his decision was final. After five long years of trying, Athena had failed to thaw Byron’s frozen heart. She knew it was time for her to wake up from her illusion. Athena took the contract and put on a fake smile, attempting to feign indifference. “Don’t be so serious, I was just joking.” she teased. “I’m glad this is over, I get six months off, how perfect!” Athena added as if to convince herself. Byron paused as he adjusted his shirt sleeves, then lifted his cool gaze to size up Athena. On her face, there was no sadness, only a hint of excitedness… or relief? Byron frowned and asked, “You’re glad it’s over?” Athena nodded like she didn’t care. “Yes, I’m not young anymore. It’s time for me to get married and have children. I can’t always be with your contract lover, can I?” What a perfect lie. She laughed at herself in her mind, it was impossible for her to get married or have children, but in front of Byron, she had to leave with dignity and grace. She forced a smile and asked Byron, “Does that mean I can finally have a normal boyfriend once I leave here?” Byron’ eyes were filled with deep and unidentifiable emotions. After staring at her for a while, he put up his watch and turned to leave. “Do whatever you want.” Those were the last words he said before he left. Looking at his back, Athena’s smile faded. Byron hated it when other people touched his things, including his woman, but he didn’t react when he heard she wanted to have a boyfriend. Seems like… He really is sick of her.

After Byron left, his assistant walked in with the pill. He handed the pill to Athena and said respectfully, “Ms. Newton, please take it as usual.” This was a birth control pill. He didn’t love her, let alone allow her to get pregnant. After having sex, Andrew would always come with the pill and he would stand there watching to make sure she took it. Staring at the pill, Athena’s heart started to hurt. She wasn’t sure if the pain was caused by heart failure or Byron’s cruelty, but regardless, it was so intense that she struggled to take a breath. “Ms. Newton…” Seeing that Athena didn’t take the pill, Andrew urged her with a nervous expression, afraid that she would cause trouble on the last night with Byron. Athena glanced at him, took over the pill, and put it in her mouth. She didn’t even drink water with it and forced it down. Andrew let out a breath of relief, then he took an apartment deed and check from his briefcase and placed them in front of Athena. “Ms. Newton, this is Mr. Crawford’ compensation for you. In addition to real estate and luxury cars, he also gave you 5 million dollars. All yours.” How generous. Too bad, he never knew what she truly wanted. “I don’t want it,” Athena looked up at Andrew with a smile and said. Andrew was stunned and confused. “Do you think it’s not enough?” Hearing this, Athena felt heartbroken. Even Andrew thought she was doing it for the money, let alone Byron. He offered her such a high breakup fee. Was it because he was afraid she would pester him again for more money in the future? Athena picked up the bag beside her with a bitter smile, took out a debit card, and handed it to Andrew. “This is all the money Byron paid me over the years, I never spent a single penny. You can give it all back to him. Oh and the pin number for this card is his birthday.” Andrew was dumbfounded. Did Ms. Newton really never use any of Mr. Crawford’ money in the past five years? Athena didn’t care whether Andrew believed her or not. She placed the card on the pile of documents Andrew brought for her. Then she turned around and left the Silver Tower Penthouse At the same time, she submitted a letter of resignation to the company. … Winter was cold in the city. Athena walked alone on the empty street. Her thin figure was cast on the ground by the street light, looking gaunt and fragile. She tightened her beige coat, gritted her teeth, and walked back to her apartment in her high heels. She pushed the door open. It was huge inside, taking up an entire floor. Despite the luxurious decorations, the apartment couldn’t seem to dispel the chill that permeated Athena’s heart. She sat on the sofa, stared blankly at the surroundings for a moment, then Athena began to pack. This apartment was also given to her by Byron. Since he did not want her anymore, she would not take anything that he gave her. Athena took out her suitcase, opened the closet, and put all her clothes into the suitcase. She didn’t bring many things here, and after a quick pack, she left the apartment with her suitcase. After getting into the car, she sent a text message to Andrew. [Andrew, the password of Hudson Apartment is 0826.] Andrew was smart. He immediately understood when he saw the text message. Not only did Ms. Newton not spend a penny from Mr. Crawford, but she also didn’t want the apartment Mr. Crawford gave her. She had packed her stuff promptly and efficiently, she was nothing like the girl from five years ago. The crying girl who needed Mr. Crawford to save her grandma. Andrew returned to the company, handed the things back to Byron, and told him what Athena said. With an indifferent gaze, Byron glanced at the items on his desk. Then, his cold gaze was fixed on the debit card. “There is an added one million dollars in there?” he asked Andrew coldly. “Yes.” Andrew nodded. Before Andrew returned to the company, he went to the ATM to check the balance on the card. Other than the money that Mr. Crawford transferred to Amilea every month, there were another million dollars in it. Obviously, Athena paid him back the money he had spent on helping her with her grandma’s medical expenses. Byron frowned. After pondering for a while, he stretched out his hand, picked up the card, and snapped it in half He pushed the pile of deed certificates and other things towards Andrew and said in a cold voice, “Get rid of it then.” Andrew opened his mouth and wanted to say something nice for Athena, but Byron had already turned on his computer and started to work. Andrew sensibly shut his mouth, picked up the pile of documents, and left the office.

The other side,Athena decided to buy a plane ticket back to her hometown. Once she arrived in Greeli City, she purchased a bouquet of roses and purple daisies, along with two bottles of wine. She hailed a taxi and headed towards Colwi Cemetery. It started to drizzle as soon as she arrived. The security guard spotted Athena from a distance and hurried over with an umbrella. “Athena! I didn’t expect you today!” “I just wanted to pay a visit,” she explained. After a brief chat, she left a bottle of wine as a token of appreciation for the guard. With an umbrella in hand, she walked alone into the depths of the cemetery. The guard, holding his wine, gazed at her slender figure and sighed with sympathy. “What’s the matter? Do you know her?” a janitor leaned in and asked. The guard shook his head and sighed again, “Poor girl. She was just a little kid when she laid her mother to rest here. Then at the age of ten, she bid farewell to her grandfather, and just six months ago… her grandmother passed away. At her grandmother’s funeral, she stayed by her grave all day without eating a thing.” Athena quickly located the tombstone. Her grandparents lay side by side, with her mother nearby. The roses were for her grandma. When her grandfather was alive, he would bring a rose for her every single day. The purple daisy was for her mother, her favorite flower. Finally, Athena poured a glass of wine for her grandfather. “Grandma, Grandpa, and Mom. I have something to talk with you…” She was silent for a few moments. “I’m terminally ill and only three months to live.I’ll be with you soon.” In Girard City, the President’s Office at Imbe Group was abuzz with gossip today. News of Athena’s resignation had spread like wildfire. Everyone knew that only Athena could handle the difficult president. As suspicions grew, the new secretary arrived early this morning, led by Liam straight into Athena’s old office. The arrival of the new secretary, Ruby Holland, caused quite a stir in the company. She bore a striking resemblance to Athena. Rumors about the relationship between Byron and Athena had been circulating in the company. With Athena resigning and someone so similar to her appearing out of nowhere, wild speculations began to fly. Byron had a morning meeting with the overseas project department. By the time the meeting ended, it was already noon. Upon returning to the President’s Office, Ruby approached him, looking upset. “Byron! Is Miss Newton unhappy because I took her place? I didn’t see her at all today.” He furrowed his brows and glanced at Liam. “Where is Athena?” As soon as Liam heard Ruby’s words, he realized the game she was playing. “Mr. Crawford, Miss Newton had some personal issues and requested time off,” He quickly explained. “I apologize for forgetting to inform you. I was busy preparing for the meeting this morning.” “She has personal issues? Hmm, she left so abruptly without telling Byron. It must be serious,” she feigned concern for Athena and tried to approach Byron. He distanced himself immediately. “If she’s not here to train you, you can go now. Come back when she returns to work.” Ruby instantly sensed Byron’s foul mood. She was always good at reading people. So, after exchanging a few sweet words, she promptly left, shooting an annoyed glance at the secretary’s room on her way out. Athena must purposely be making things difficult for her. She didn’t buy the excuse that she had something urgent to attend to; she thought it was a deliberate attempt to teach her a lesson. “Just you wait! You started this. I’ll get back at you someday!” Liam began reporting Byron’s schedule. “Mr. Crawford, you have a golf game with Mr. Franco, the president of Colas Construction, at three o’clock this afternoon…” From the corner of his eye, he could see that Byron’s eyes were getting darker by the second. After taking a sip of his coffee, his expression grew even more grim. “Call Athena and tell her to come back immediately!” With her gone, the office staff couldn’t even make a decent cup of coffee anymore! “Yes sir!” Liam quickly grabbed his phone to make the call. Byron’s frustration intensified as he glanced at Liam. Since she had left so abruptly, Byron assumed her grandmother was unwell. Athena hadn’t visited her grandma for over six months. “Forget it.” Byron impatiently pushed away his coffee, grabbed a document, and stared at it with a brooding expression. Liam held his phone tightly, afraid to utter a word. He quietly stepped aside and sent Athena a WhatsApp message: [Athena, Mr. Crawford has been in a terrible mood all morning. Finish up and come back to save us!] After visiting the cemetery, Athena had nowhere else to go. When she received Liam’s message, she realized it would be best to complete the handover quickly and leave. The next morning, the people in the President’s Office were thrilled to see her. “Athena, why did you quit?! What are we going to do without you?” “That’s right! Mr. Crawford is terrifying when he’s angry. I was too scared to even breathe yesterday!” “Miss Newton, please don’t leave. We can’t handle Mr. Crawford without you!” As they chatted, the president’s elevator lit up. They immediately straightened up and stood neatly at the elevator entrance. A moment later, the doors opened. Byron, dressed in a black designer suit, stepped out with Ruby by his side. “Good morning, Mr. Crawford,” everyone greeted in unison, including Athena, who was standing at the back. She was still wearing her usual work attire, with her long hair cascading down her shoulders. She no longer looked timid and submissive, but indifferent. Byron led Ruby towards her. “This is my new secretary, Ruby Holland,” His voice was ice-cold, devoid of any emotion. “Show her the ropes and fill her in on all your responsibilities.”

Athena raised her gaze and locked eyes with Ruby. She couldn’t help but notice that Ruby resembled Freya, even more than herself. “I will,” Athena nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Athena. I’ll put in my best effort to learn quickly!” Ruby’s voice dripped with sweetness. “You’re welcome,” she replied politely, as she always did. Byron couldn’t detect any signs of displeasure or jealousy from her. “She doesn’t care because she’s not jealous…” These words echoed in Byron’s mind, irritating him. “I need coffee,” he grumbled, storming into his office . Later, in the break room, Ruby and Athena were finally alone… “Miss Holland, Mr. Crawford is quite particular about his coffee’s taste, so—” “Athena, I suggest you avoid being around Byron in the future. Whenever he sees you, it puts him in a bad mood. He is my man now, and I don’t want him to be unhappy,” Ruby interrupted, crossing her arms and staring at Athena with arrogance, as if she were Byron’s girlfriend, not his secretary. “Miss Holland, if you want me to leave quickly, you might want to stop talking and focus on learning,” Athena calmly responded, grinding the coffee beans. Ruby had said those words to provoke Athena, hoping to trigger her anger and make Byron hate her even more. But Athena didn’t take her words to heart at all. Ruby gnashed her teeth in frustration. The truth was, Ruby was sent to Byron’s side several months ago. Athena blocked Ruby’s path, capturing his attention first. She believed Athena must have used some underhanded tactics to gain his favor, even though Ruby resembled his love Freya more. So far, Byron hadn’t shown any interest in Ruby whatsoever. Aside from occasionally zoning out while staring at her, he rarely smiled. She glared at Athena with resentment. “You’re just a loser who got dumped by Byron. What are you so proud of?!” Ruby sneered. Athena looked at her with piercing eyes, as if she could see her inner thoughts. “Today is our first meeting, right? Why do you hate me so much?” Ruby was caught off guard and instinctively retorted, “I— I don’t!” “Is it because you haven’t slept with Byron yet?” Athena teased. “D-Don’t be ridiculous!” Ruby was clearly frustrated at being exposed. “On the desk in the secretary’s room, there are two sets of notes,” Athena plainly explained. “One is Byron’s secretary handbook, and the other is his lover’s handbook, which contains all his preferences.” “What do you mean?” Suspicion was evident in her voice. She couldn’t believe Athena was being so helpful. “I’m just handing over my work. What do you think I mean?” Athena added with a smile. “Miss Holland, I don’t care about Byron as much as you think. It’s just a job. I’ve always been professional when it comes to work, and I’ll teach you everything I know. But how much you can learn and whether you can please Byron… that’s up to you.” Ruby furrowed her brows and looked at her skeptically. She still couldn’t fully trust Athena. After a moment, Ruby finally said, “You better do as you say!” Athena brewed the coffee, pushed it towards Ruby, and flashed a gentle smile. ” Since you’ve been talkin’ so much, I’ll give you a heads up too. I’ll let it go this time. Just go on and do whatever pleases Byron, and steer clear of me. Don’t mess with me, or I can’t promise what might go down.” Under her piercing gaze, Ruby felt a shiver run down her spine. She never expected Athena to fire back, considering everyone always said she was forgiving and non-confrontational. But right now, she seemed completely different. Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Athena, the head of the sales team 1 is looking for you!” “Coming!” Athena lightly tapped the table and said, “Why are you still standing there? Take the coffee to Mr. Crawford.” With that, Athena left the break room. “Athena!” As soon as she left, the director of the sales department rushed in. “No wonder you screwed up so badly. Looks like you’re on the verge of quitting! If we hadn’t scheduled a meeting to go over the plan ahead of time, you would’ve bailed ages ago! I bet you took some cash from our rivals and deliberately sabotaged our agreement so we would lose this partnership!” Eric Lane, the sales department director and leader of the first team, was known for being blunt and hot-tempered. He had been working closely with Athena in the past few days. “Mr. Lane, can you please calm down? What’s going on?” Athena asked. “The contract data and the list from Maxwell Electronics were provided by you, right?” Eric replied angrily. “Yes,” she nodded. “I carefully checked all the data and handed them over to your sales department after making sure there were no issues.” “Nonsense!” Eric shouted. This order was crucial for his team. Losing this order meant losing out on significant commissions, and the company’s resource priority for the next quarter would be given to other teams! “Take a look at your massive screw-up! This order is worth billions. Do you even have a clue about the blood, sweat, and tears our team’s poured into this?” Eric slammed a stack of documents onto the table in front of her. She picked them up and examined them closely. The problematic sections were marked with a red pen. There were a total of six errors, all of which were difficult to spot, and two of them involved numbers. This wasn’t right… “This isn’t the one I gave you,” Athena stated firmly. “So what, you’re saying our sales department created this to set you up, at the cost of giving up our big commission?” Eric slammed his hand on the desk . “What’s all the commotion about?” Byron emerged from his office at that moment. “Mr. Crawford!” Eric rushed over and angrily explained the situation to him. Beside Byron, Ruby put on a surprised expression. She gave Athena a quick glance and said, “Mr. Lane, it seems like Athena’s got some family stuff going on lately. Maybe that’s why she’s not herself and messed up. You should go easy on her. You’ll get another order. It’s not worth getting yourself worked up!” Athena stared at her angrily. It seemed like Ruby wasn’t taking her warning seriously… “Miss Holland, I didn’t mess anything up. Are you accusing me without any proof?” she asked sternly. “Athena, you’ve got me all wrong! I’m just trying to lend you a hand… Byron, I’m just trying to clear things up for Athena! She’s being so rude!” He looked at Athena with narrowed eyes, and thought to himself. Athena had finally shown her true colors. “I see.” Byron said to Ruby. She quickly hid behind him, pretending to be terrified. Athena was at a loss for words. “If Ruby can’t blame you, then what about me?” His words felt like a sharp knife stabbing her heart. For a moment, she froze, her eyes slightly turning red. Byron didn’t believe her…

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The plane was about to crash. My fiancé, Stefan Ramos, was the captain. He gave the only life-saving device to his old flame, Aniyah Fletcher. I didn’t argue or protest. Instead, I calmly accepted it. In my past life, when faced with the same choice, Stefan gave me that life-saving device. At that time, I was carrying his child. In the end, the plane made an emergency landing. Aniyah, without a life-saving device, tragically perished from the impact when the plane hit the ground. I carried his child, and later, I married Stefan. However, on our wedding night, he locked me in the basement and brutally beat me with a baseball bat until I miscarried. He accused me, saying, “If you hadn’t blackmailed me with your pregnancy, forcing me to give you the life-saving device, Aniyah wouldn’t have died such a horrible death.” He made me repent at Aniyah’s grave and forced me to get pregnant over and over again, only to make me lose the baby each time, as punishment for the “sin” I had committed. I was tormented to the brink of insanity, and in the end, I chose to end my life. When I opened my eyes again, all the memories of my previous life came flooding back. This time, I would do as he wished… The entire cabin lurched violently, and panic engulfed the passengers. There were less than ten minutes left before the crash. I shielded my swollen belly, pressing myself tightly against the seat, my face pale. Sitting nearby, equally pale, was Camden Burke, the co-pilot, who was distributing the life-saving equipment. However, there was only one life-saving device left. Aniyah and I were seated in the last row, and neither of us had gotten our life-saving equipment. Aniyah was my fiancé Stefan’s old love. The cockpit door swung open, and Stefan strode out. The moment Aniyah saw him, her eyes welled up with tears. “Stefan, I’m so scared…” Aniyah was stunningly beautiful, and those lovely eyes of hers were now filled with tears. Without even glancing at me, Stefan wrapped her tightly in his arms, comforting her. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you,” he murmured softly, soothing the woman he loved, completely forgetting that his seven-month pregnant fiancée was sitting just a few feet away. It wasn’t until Camden reminded him that Stefan remembered I was there. He turned to look at me, frowning in disgust. “I told you it was bad luck for a pregnant woman to fly. But you insisted on coming out of jealousy. Now look, you’ve endangered the entire plane. Are you happy now?!” He was the famously handsome captain of this route, and most of the passengers trusted him. Hearing his words, the already frightened passengers became enraged. They hurled insults at me and the baby in my womb, their words venomous and cruel. A five-year-old boy threw a metal airplane model at me with all his strength. The sharp wing slashed my forehead, and blood immediately began to trickle down. Seeing the entire plane venting their fury on me, a gleam of triumph and provocation flickered in Aniyah’s eyes. Choking with sobs, she asked Stefan, “But Stefan, there’s only one life-saving device left. What should we do?” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face in large droplets. “Maybe… maybe you should give the device to Kristina. She’s carrying your child… I’d be content just to spend my last moments with you…” Stefan’s eyes reddened. He held Aniyah tightly, kissing her hair over and over, his voice low with emotion. “No, Aniyah, meeting you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me. I won’t let anything happen to you.” With that, he reached over and snatched the last life-saving device from Camden’s hands, putting it on Aniyah without hesitation. As soon as he finished, the cabin erupted in applause. Everyone was moved by their love story. Except for Camden, no one spoke up for me. “Captain, what about your fiancée?! There’s less than two minutes before the crash. She’s pregnant. She won’t survive it!” Camden pleaded, his voice urgent. Stefan glared at me coldly, his eyes filled with malice. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re using my child to force me into giving you the last life-saving device, just so you can kill Aniyah! Don’t you understand? She’s the most talented dancer in the world, with a promising future ahead of her! “You couldn’t fulfill your own dreams of being a dancer, so now you want to destroy her! You’re a vile, wicked woman, and I won’t let you succeed!” His hysterical shouting cut through the increasingly loud, shrill sounds of the plane’s rapid descent. I remained calm, silent. After the agony of my past life, I had long since seen through the true nature of this man I had loved for over a decade. I knew he had never loved me. Since that was the case, I would no longer harbor any hope for him. This time, I would give him exactly what he wanted. I would leave his life for good. In the final moments of crisis, Camden tried to take off his life-saving device to give it to me, but I stopped him. I looked at Stefan’s astonished expression with quiet composure. In the last seconds before the plane exploded, I mouthed to him, “I don’t want you anymore. And I don’t want your child either.”

I let go of my belly, my hands falling limp as the weightlessness hit me, and in an instant, I lost consciousness. My body plunged into the freezing, icy waters. The blast wave from the final explosion of the plane crashed against me. My bones snapped. My once-swollen belly now caved in unnaturally, and the blast left me deaf. The world around me fell silent. Warm blood streamed from my head, a stinging pain spreading across my face. My body was growing colder with every passing second. The deep blue sea around me turned crimson with my blood. I floated alone in the vast ocean, my vision blurring as circles of light began to form before my eyes. Through the haze, I saw the wreckage of the plane. Above it, a rescue helicopter hovered. A rope ladder descended from the helicopter. Stefan, his face filled with urgency, held Aniyah tightly as he prepared to climb the ladder. But Camden, with blood trickling down his temple, blocked him furiously. I squinted, trying to make out their words. Camden was saying, “You bastard! Your pregnant fiancée is still in the ocean, and all you can think about is saving your old flame?!” Though Camden and I didn’t know each other well, he was truly indignant on my behalf. Luckily, he had survived the crash. Stefan, however, seemed even more enraged than Camden. “Aniyah sprained her ankle! Do you even realize how serious that is for a dancer? Why I choose not to save her is none of your business!” He glanced at Camden with contempt, his voice dripping with disdain. “Or what? Are you her lover? Why else would you be so concerned about her?” Even though I had already witnessed Stefan’s cruelty before, his coldness at that moment still cut deep. Camden’s face went pale with anger. He insisted that I be taken for medical treatment first, but Stefan wasn’t having it. “Camden, you’re just a trainee,” Stefan warned, his voice low and menacing. “As one of your examiners, I have the authority to assess your competence. If you keep pushing this, you might need to find a new job.” Seeing that Camden wasn’t backing down, Stefan’s tone darkened further. “You may not care about yourself, but does your girlfriend in the control tower not matter to you either?” Camden’s face turned ashen at those words. He hesitated. Stefan smirked, satisfied that his subordinate was cowed. With a sneer of disdain, he glanced at me briefly before speaking again, his voice filled with malice. “Don’t be fooled by how she looks. She’s a master manipulator. She’s good at twisting the truth, playing the victim. She once lied, claiming Aniyah sent people to harass her. I missed Aniyah’s most important competition because of it, rushing to ‘rescue’ her. “It wasn’t until later that I realized it was all part of her plan. She wanted Aniyah to miss that competition and lose her chance to get into the university. She’s nothing but a vile, scheming woman. She trapped me by getting pregnant, then used the child to force me into an engagement. And now, she wants to pull the same stunt again to kill Aniyah! “I’ve seen through her games a long time ago. If she wants to play the victim, let her freeze in the ocean.” With that, he turned away without looking back, carrying the unconscious but still delicate-looking Aniyah up the ladder to the helicopter. The helicopter’s blades whipped up towering waves across the surface of the sea. I had no strength left. I couldn’t hold on any longer. As the final wave crashed over me, darkness swallowed me whole.

Things between Stefan and me hadn’t always been this terrible. Before senior year, I had been the most important person in his life. Back then, his phone and computer passwords were my birthday. Our relationship started to go downhill when my housekeeper’s daughter, Aniyah, transferred to our class. About two weeks after she arrived, I had an accident. One morning, I tripped going downstairs and broke my leg. I was supposed to be preparing for a very important dance competition at the time. Aniyah took my place. That was when I learned she also studied ballet, and she was exceptionally good at it. Stefan thought so, too. While I was home recovering for two weeks, Aniyah became Stefan’s new desk partner. Stefan had asked for that arrangement himself. One day, some of my friends cornered Aniyah in the bathroom and bullied her. Stefan happened to walk by and saved her. From that moment on, he became her protector. I turned into the most irrelevant and hated antagonist in their budding romance. In my previous life, I couldn’t accept losing Stefan, so I acted out, doing all sorts of childish things out of jealousy. When Aniyah set me up, I failed to find proof in time, which only made Stefan despise me more and more. In the end, he blocked me for Aniyah and even told both his parents and mine that he would never marry me. He said the only person he truly loved was Aniyah. Heartbroken, I fell into a deep depression and left for college abroad, staying away from him for four years. When I returned, I was surprised to find out that Aniyah had also left the country. During Stefan’s time of despair, when he was downcast and miserable because of her absence, I came back into his life. I encouraged him to pursue his dreams. That was when he decided to become a pilot. He did it because Aniyah loved dancing, and as a pilot, he could personally fly her to her competitions. I had planned to give up on him. But on the night that Aniyah and Stefan had a huge fight and broke up, he got drunk and forced himself on me. Afterward, he waved a test report in my face, accusing me of being a shameless manipulator. But the truth was, I had no idea who had drugged him. To make matters worse, I found out I was pregnant after that night. Under pressure from his parents, Stefan agreed to get engaged to me. During that time, Aniyah came back. From the moment she returned, Stefan stopped coming home, spending entire nights at her place. His behavior drove the previous version of me mad with jealousy. To catch him in the act, I bought a ticket on the same flight as Aniyah. At the critical moment, I pulled out the agreement his father had signed with me and threatened Stefan. I told him if I died, he wouldn’t see a penny of his inheritance. That was the only reason he agreed to give me the life-saving equipment. What I never expected was that Stefan had never loved me or our unborn child. But now, I’d been given a second chance. This time, I’d decided to cut my losses early.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the cold, white ceiling. I lay in the ICU, a breathing machine helping my fragile breath. The nurse was thrilled when she saw I was awake. “You’ve broken ten ribs, suffered severe damage to your eardrums, fractured your skull, and punctured a lung… It’s a miracle you’re even awake!” She spoke quickly. Her words finally pulled me out of the memories from my previous life. Pain coursed through my entire body, making me shiver. For the next two weeks, until I was discharged, Stefan never came. During that time, his father, Dustin Ramos, called him numerous times, but Stefan brushed it all off, convinced it was just another lie orchestrated by me and his parents. “Kristina, it’s bad enough that you’re scheming against me, but dragging my parents into it too? I’m ashamed of you.” He said he had more important things to do. I knew those “things” were about being with his beloved, Aniyah. As the heir to the Ramos Group, he attended various business events with her, boosting her fame as she prepared to make her debut. On the day I was discharged, I sat in a wheelchair. The doctor informed me that my leg had been crushed beyond repair. I would never dance again, and even walking would be difficult for the rest of my life. Stefan’s mother, Marsha Ramos, fainted in Dustin’s arms when she heard the news. I stayed calm and reassured them. “It’s okay. At least I’m still alive, right?” I hadn’t died at Stefan’s hands like I did in my previous life. I was still alive. To honor our child, I planned to hold a funeral. That day, I sent Stefan a message: [Today is the baby’s funeral. You should come and say goodbye. The doctor said it was a fully formed girl. You can also sign the divorce papers when we meet.] Although we had never held a wedding, when Stefan learned I was pregnant, he had been forced to marry me. Many of our high school friends came to the funeral. They wore solemn expressions, offering me their condolences. Stefan arrived in the middle of it all. He looked vibrant, his neck still marked with fresh love bites, and his shirt buttons fastened in the wrong places. It was clear what he had just done. Everyone present could tell, too. They all shot him disgusted looks. No man with any sense of decency would be fooling around with another woman on the day of his own child’s funeral. Stefan ignored their stares. He glanced at my abdomen, hidden beneath a loose coat, then tossed a stack of medical records at me. “Aniyah’s friend works at the hospital. She checked your records long before you called. There is no record of a miscarriage. Your injuries were just minor bruises, not even a fracture.” He shook his head, his eyes filled with contempt. “How low can you go? You actually staged a funeral to curse your own child just for attention.” He turned to the others in the room. “Don’t let her fool you! She’s nothing but trash. This woman is insane. She has no value, nothing in her life but chasing after men. Leave before she cons you too!” He was speaking as though he had uncovered some grand deceit. If it weren’t for the fact that everyone there had already seen the baby’s ashes and the scars on my stomach, they might have believed him. Dustin and Marsha, looking furious, tried to pull him away to avoid further embarrassment. But Stefan pushed them aside. “Dad, Mom, I told you from the start I didn’t want to marry this woman. You forced me. Now look at what she’s done to our family! “She’s the one who ruined our family’s reputation with all her lies! I…” “Stefan, stop.” I rolled forward in my wheelchair, calmly cutting him off. Stefan looked down at me, his eyes filled with disdain and scorn. “What? Afraid of being exposed?” I shook my head, pulling out the medical report and the divorce papers from my bag and handing them to him with a steady gaze. “I just don’t want Mr. and Mrs. Ramos to suffer any more shame because of you.” Stefan froze for a moment when he saw the documents but quickly recovered, smirking in disdain. “You think faking the documents will make me believe you?” Without a word, I lifted my shirt, revealing the scars etched across my abdomen. “I didn’t have any life-saving equipment, so when the plane exploded, my stomach was torn open…” I sighed softly, resigned. “I wasn’t lying. The baby is really gone.” With just one glance at me, Stefan’s face turned pale.

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