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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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I was the smartest and prettiest child in the entire orphanage. But everyone who wanted to adopt me ended up dying in bizarre ways, and the police questioned me, the sole witness, about what I had seen. “I don’t know either. It must all be an accident.” “There’s no one at home except for me and my parents.” I tried my best to suppress my smile and asked innocently, “It couldn’t be that I did all of this, could it?” I was the most popular orphan in the home, with countless people wanting to adopt me, but every family that took me in seemed to experience inexplicable misfortune. Just like my first set of adoptive parents, my second set passed away tragically in the third month of my adoption. With no one left to care for me, the social welfare agency had no choice but to return me to the orphanage. As I was leaving, the volunteer responsible for me expressed regret. “Emily is such a well-behaved child; it’s just that misfortune seems to target the unfortunate… “Finding her new adoptive parents under these circumstances won’t be easy. We’ll need your help to take care of her, and we’ll do our best to come by more often.” The volunteer patted my head, and I took a step forward, grasping Amelia’s hand softly, whispering, “Ms. White…” Amelia White, the head of the orphanage, had cold hands that were already beginning to bead with sweat. As I held her hand, I felt her tremble slightly. The volunteers hadn’t left yet, so she couldn’t just shake off my hand. “Don’t worry, Emily has been under my care since she was little. I’ll take good care of her.” In front of others, Amelia smiled and promised, but then she turned to desperately contact couples interested in adoption, trying every way to sell me. “Emily Grace is the most well-behaved child in our orphanage, exceptionally quiet, and never cries.” “What happened before… those were just accidents. She’s just a little girl who doesn’t understand. You can trust her to adopt her.” “No, no, Ms. White, that’s just too ominous.” “Exactly! The two families that adopted her have died. If this time it’s an accident, twice is just too strange.” Days passed, and Amelia returned defeated countless times, her expression growing darker each day. She dressed me in the prettiest dress, racking her brain to praise me, hoping that my adorable appearance would soften the hearts of potential adopters. At first, they were indeed moved, but upon learning about my past, they all shook their heads in rejection. “This child is just too unlucky. Death follows her everywhere. Is she really a jinx?” I listened to their murmurs, but I felt utterly unconcerned. Only I knew the truth. Those “accidents” were all my doing. My first set of adoptive parents was a glamorous couple known for their charitable work. Among the many children in the orphanage, they chose me at first sight, calling me an innocent little angel. It was after I followed them home that I discovered they were not philanthropists at all but traffickers who abducted beautiful children for pedophiles. Just three days after adopting me, they eagerly found a buyer, even choosing a secluded beach villa for the deal. “This little girl is the most obedient I’ve ever seen; she does whatever you ask. “Look at her! She’s more beautiful than any child star. She’s definitely worth the price.” “Isn’t that too expensive? I’ve heard she’s an orphan. You guys are making a fortune out of nothing here.” While they discussed my worth upstairs, I ignited the living room curtains and cut the gas line in the kitchen, quietly slipping out of the villa while no one was watching. That night, flames engulfed the house, leaving my adoptive parents and the buyer as charred corpses. My second set of adoptive parents, unable to have children, had always wanted to adopt. However, most of the boys in the orphanage were disabled and abandoned due to health issues. After much selection, even though I wasn’t the boy they wanted, they took me home because I was smart and well-behaved. At first, they treated me decently. My adoptive father would take me to the amusement park for a day of fun, and my adoptive mother would sweetly give me a goodnight kiss before bed. In that short time, I experienced the warmth of family life. But everything changed one fateful night when my adoptive father climbed into my bed. He was a monster, intending to violate me while drunk. I fought back with all my strength, striking him with a vase, and then turned to my adoptive mother to cry for help. But instead of comfort, she beat me fiercely, calling me a shameless child for enticing my own adoptive father, saying she would sell me to a village for old men. With no other choice, I slipped some antibiotics into my father’s drink and secretly hid my mother’s heart medication. The next day, they were found dead in the house, and I was returned to the orphanage once more. From that day, no one had wanted to adopt me. The other children in the orphanage avoided playing with me, scattering like birds when they saw me return. Only a tall boy named Daniel Reed stood his ground, theatrically shouting, “The jinx Emily is back again! “Your adopters all died. Will your bad luck infect us too?” I ignored him and sat in the shade, flipping through a picture book. Daniel, seeking attention and spurred on by the onlookers, grew red in the face and picked up a stone to throw at me. The stone struck my forehead, blood streaming down and staining the pure white pages. I looked up at Daniel, whose face was round and puffy, his slanted eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Daniel had just arrived at the orphanage last month. The caregivers said he had aggression-related genes, characterized by a volatile temper and poor academic ability. Yet Daniel took pride in this. He wielded his size to bully other children in the orphanage. The children were all afraid of him and dared not resist. “Emily! What’s going on here?” A caregiver noticed the commotion, hastily setting down her work to rush over. In the crowd of children, Daniel was a bully, but in front of adults, he was nothing more than a coward. I tilted my head, watching as Daniel was reprimanded, suddenly recalling the harsh words of my second adoptive mother. “You’ve always been so malicious. It’s clear you’re born bad.” In that light, Daniel must also be bad, but we were not the same. He was simply too foolish. But that was not a reason I could forgive him. As night fell, everyone in the orphanage drifted into a deep sleep. I tiptoed quietly to the boys’ dormitory. Daniel had a volatile temperament; even the slightest annoyance could set him off, and no child wanted to share a room with him. Thus, in the spacious dormitory, only his heavy snoring broke the silence. I stood silently at his bedside and, without hesitation, brought my eyebrow knife down toward his forehead. The pain jolted Daniel awake. As he opened his eyes and saw me, a short, piercing scream was muffled by my pillow. The sharp blade slid down until it rested against his neck. A slight movement could draw blood. The once arrogant look on Daniel’s face was replaced by sheer terror. Trembling, he barely managed to croak out, “W-what do you want?” “I’m here to give you a gift.” I smiled as I tossed the plastic bag onto him, revealing a dissected, bloodied white mouse inside. Blood seeped across Daniel’s bedding, and he shuddered violently, filling the room with the stench of urine. I remained unfazed, softly speaking as I did with the adopters. “Please don’t hurt me anymore, okay?” The next morning, I overheard whispers from the caregiver about Daniel’s twisted psyche. “No wonder they say Daniel has violent genes. That Daniel was secretly dissecting mice in the dorm last night, and his bed was covered in blood!” “That’s downright psychotic, so terrifying!” The caregiver bandaged my forehead, cautioning, “Emily, you must never play with such bad kids again.” I nodded obediently, but just as I wanted to ask for more details, a girl rushed up to me, panting. “Emily, there you are! Ms. White is looking for you.” “Someone wants to adopt you! Hurry to the office!” I paused briefly, then quickly said goodbye to the caregiver. Amelia’s office wasn’t spacious, but when I knocked and entered, I found a crowd packed inside. Cameras and lighting equipment made it feel like a film set. “Oh my, is this Emily?” A beautiful woman sprang to her feet the moment she saw me. She gently stroked my face, concern etched on her features. “What happened to your forehead?” I felt a bit lost and instinctively glanced at Amelia. Amelia’s eyes were cold as a snake as if she could see through me completely. I knew she had to be aware of Daniel’s actions, yet she didn’t pursue the issue, her expression softening once more. “This is Isabella Clarke and Joshua Clarke, the couple who will be adopting you. Say hello!” Amelia introduced them with a smile. “They’re famous influencers and came all the way here after hearing about you.” “Hi, I’m Emily.” I flashed my sweetest, most obedient smile. The photographer hurried to adjust his angles. “Move closer together and have a chat.” Joshua and Isabella exchanged glances, smiling as they pulled me closer to sit beside them. “Good girl, why are you called Emily White?” “Emily has been in the orphanage since she was born, so she has always taken my surname.” Amelia interjected, answering for me, “I named her, hoping she’d grow into a gentle and well-behaved girl.” Isabella nodded, her voice soft. “She truly is a lovely child. Emily, would you like to come with us?” “I would.” I paused, then added, “I’m very happy to be adopted by you.” The photographer nodded in satisfaction and urged, “Hug! Come on, hug again!” I blinked, throwing myself into Isabella’s warm embrace, yet a cold smile crept into my heart. I thought to myself, “I’m not a gentle or obedient girl at all. Ms. White once said I was the child of a devil, abandoned by God. God despises me. That’s why everyone hates me.”

Isabella and Joshua were a well-known influencer couple on a short video platform. A few months ago, they faced widespread backlash for selling substandard products, and to redeem their image, they decided to adopt a child from an orphanage. Amelia was well aware of their motives, but she was eager to get me out of the orphanage, and she would probably have accepted anyone, even a beggar. However, I didn’t care whether the couple was genuine. To ensure a better life in my new home, I quickly began calling them “Mom” and “Dad” as soon as we were in the car. They were delighted to hear this, and even the photographer captured several clips to help improve their tarnished reputation online. “This little girl is both obedient and photogenic. You’ve struck gold!” “Of course! I searched all over the city’s orphanages and picked the prettiest one.” Joshua boasted, waving his phone. “The online response has been great. We just posted the video and already have collaboration offers rolling in!” “Exactly! You’re so smart, darling!” Isabella beamed, playfully nudging Joshua. “Our previous partners said they won’t terminate our contract for now, and they even want Emily to model children’s clothes.” “Making money is great, but I feel like her face looks familiar…” Joshua scrutinized my features, his brows slightly furrowing. Isabella shrugged it off, saying, “What do you know? Beautiful girls all look alike. Emily is so pretty. She resembles some of those popular actresses.” “That’s true! Let’s shoot a few more videos and see if we can get more children’s clothing ads!” They knew the internet had no memory. From a scandal-ridden internet celebrity to a rare kind-hearted couple, it was just a matter of a few days. After learning they were indeed adopting me, the online community became much more forgiving. Several sets of children’s clothing featuring me sold out quickly, bringing profits to both the manufacturers and the platform hosts. I felt like a robot, complying with Joshua and Isabella’s every demand as we filmed video after video, from dusk till dawn, changing outfits endlessly. If anything wasn’t perfect, we had to start over. “Why are you yawning again?” Joshua pinched me hard, and I shuddered, instantly becoming wide awake. “Sorry, Dad, I’m a bit tired.” “No sleeping! If you can’t handle this little hardship, do you think I’m raising you just to eat for free?” I held back tears, afraid to speak. After becoming my adoptive father, Joshua was no longer the kind man I remembered. If I failed to complete the filming tasks, I wouldn’t be allowed to eat or sleep, and if I slacked off, I’d face harsh reprimands. But Amelia had said they were my parents, and I was a good child who had to obey them. “What are you doing? Don’t pinch her!” Isabella shot Joshua a glare and tugged at my sleeves. “What if it shows in the video and the viewers notice?” “Emily, be a good girl; finish these few outfits and then you can sleep.” Isabella soothed me and signaled to the photographer to keep filming. I obediently followed the photographer’s directions, holding poses until my legs felt unsteady before being allowed to rest. The photographer, Joshua, and Isabella were busy reviewing the photos, leaving me alone on the sofa and sipping hot water to warm my frozen hands and feet. “Emily looks great on camera, but has she grown recently? Her clothes need to be a size up.” The photographer glanced at me, sighing knowingly. “If she ages out of being a child model, she won’t be valuable anymore. You all better find her other options quickly.” Joshua secured a few more advertisement deals for me, but unlike the previous children’s clothing, these were for pajamas, swimwear, and underwear. “Isn’t this dress a bit short?” Isabella frowned as she held up a flimsy lace nightgown. “Tell the manufacturer to send a larger size.” “Why change? This size fits perfectly!” Joshua snatched the dress and held it up to me, grinning. “This is a new opportunity. The profits will be huge.” I crouched by the fish tank, watching the goldfish swim, and Joshua’s lewd smile reflected on the glass made me feel uneasy, prompting me to voice my discomfort. “Dad, I don’t want to wear this dress.” Joshua threw me harshly to the ground, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look at him. “What do you think you are? “Are you going to film or not? If not, get the hell out of here!” “Oh, don’t pull her hair. She still needs to get styled.” Isabella interjected quickly, stopping him to pull my hair as if it were a precious item. “Look what you’ve done! We’ll have to curl it again.” Joshua, frustrated by Isabella’s intervention, flipped the glass fish tank over. The goldfish flopped helplessly on the floor, gasping for air, and within moments, the housekeeper swept them, along with shards of glass, into the trash. Watching the goldfish lose their life, I instinctively glared at Joshua, trembling all over. “Dad, you killed the goldfish.” Joshua was taken aback by my reaction, but he raised an eyebrow and sneered, “Two worthless fish dying doesn’t matter. I haven’t even electrocuted them yet. You know about the kids sent to the correctional center, right? If they misbehave, they get shocked. “If you don’t behave, I’ll find an electric chair for you to join those dead fish. “Isabella, stop dawdling! Hurry up and change her clothes and do her makeup. Mr. Harris is coming over soon to take her photos. “Let’s finish quickly; I have a party to attend tonight.” Isabella nodded, pulling me into the room. The heavy makeup and tight nightgown felt like a second, greasy skin clinging to me, making me want to gag. But Isabella seemed oblivious, measuring my chest disdainfully as she muttered, “Little kids don’t have curves, and this outfit won’t hold up. You need to get some hormones… “Just behave when the photographer takes your picture. Do whatever poses he asks. “If you do well this time, we’ll take you to the amusement park.” I felt like a soulless doll as Isabella pushed me out the door, where William Harris waited with his camera in hand. When he saw my outfit, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up. “Joshua, you really nailed it.” “Once child models age out, they usually fade away. You’ve found a unique angle here.” William circled around me, grinning as he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Emily becomes a big online star too.” I felt his greasy hand resting on my waist, and I forced a smile, suppressing my disgust. “Thank you, Mr. Harris.” The photos spread like wildfire online, but they weren’t your typical nightgown ads. They were marketed as everyday vlogs documenting life. Some fans sensed something was off and flooded the comments. [Why is she dressed so maturely? That dress is way too short and form-fitting.] [Aren’t they just profiting off a child? This couple has gone mad for money.] [Reported.] Isabella didn’t ignore these comments; she even posted a clarification in response to the criticism. [Emily had just reached the age when she loved trying on her mother’s clothes. Every girl goes through that phase, experimenting with makeup and high heels. She’s still a child. We should be more understanding.] Once she said that the comments took a sharp turn. Instead of stopping the criticism, it only fueled the flames. Many brands saw an opportunity and started reaching out, even suggesting I do live streams to sell products, but only if I continued wearing those age-inappropriate outfits to boost the hype. “What a bunch of clueless idiots. They just don’t appreciate it. “I’m showing them these tantalizing photos, and they’re pretending to be shocked?” Joshua scrolled through the comments, satisfied. “Where there’s heat, there’s traffic. That’s cash!” I sat beside him, watching him browse through messages until he reached a solitary comment at the very bottom. [Is it just me, or does this little girl look a lot like that serial killer from years ago?] “A killer?” Joshua’s brow furrowed, and he turned to scrutinize me for a moment before asking, “Do you know who your real mother is?” “No, I’ve been in an orphanage since I was little.” I answered honestly, but Joshua clearly didn’t believe me. He hurriedly opened a search engine, looking up that murder case from over a decade ago. “Damn it, you can’t really be the daughter of a killer, can you?” “What did you say? A killer?” Isabella leaned closer, tossing her bag onto the sofa as she commanded, “Emily, come over and massage my legs. I’m exhausted from shopping all day.” I obediently knelt at her feet and began to massage her legs while Joshua, with a grim expression, threw his phone in front of Isabella. The screen displayed a sensational headline crafted by the media. “The Century’s Most Ruthless Female Serial Killer, Using Her Beauty to Kill Five Men, Still at Large.” “Isabella, do you think they look alike?” Isabella took the phone, scrutinizing our faces for similarities. After a moment, she said, “There is a resemblance. Could she be her biological mother?” “I think it’s highly likely. I thought I found gold, but it turns out I might have stumbled upon a potential criminal.” Joshua’s expression darkened, and he kicked me. “No wonder I always thought she was cunning. She spends all day reading books. Who knows what wicked ideas she’s harboring? “We can’t keep her around; what if her mother comes looking for her?” Isabella’s eyes darted around, and suddenly, she patted Joshua’s arm, looking at me with a sly smile. “What’s there to worry about? Emily is very well-behaved, right? “Sweetheart, how can you be so naive at a time like this? This is a golden opportunity! “Years have passed. Who knows if that female killer is even still alive? We can’t verify anything, and this could be used to create a buzz again—it’ll definitely be a huge profit.” Despite Isabella’s enthusiasm, Joshua remained suspicious of me. He began digging into my past, investigating the two families I had lived with and repeatedly confirming the circumstances of their deaths. However, the police had closed the cases as accidents, and the neighbors had generally spoken well of me, so he found no evidence of anything amiss. In the end, he could only warn me not to harbor any ill intentions. I was currently gaining popularity online, attracting interest from several brands. Joshua spent his days flitting between various social events, returning home each night drunk. Isabella initially showed some concern, but soon, she lost interest, choosing to spend her time at clubs with friends, popping champagne with male models, and rarely being home. Alcohol served as a comforting escape for many middle-aged men, helping them forget their worries. But for me, it became a useful tool. I watched as a drunken Joshua collapsed on the sofa, and William, panting, suggested, “Emily, your dad has had too much to drink. Why don’t you call your mom?” I smiled and nodded in agreement before kindly helping Joshua to the bathroom. “Dad, you should take a shower. I’ve already run the water for you.” “Shower? Yes, I need to shower, and then keep drinking!” Joshua, dazed, began to undress and stumbled into the tub. Through his haze, he saw my silhouette and mumbled, “You little brat, don’t you dare think of anything sneaky! I’ll make you pay for it! “You’re too sneaky. In a few years, I’ll send you out to be a stripper.” “Dad, you’re drunk.” I interrupted Joshua’s words and then adjusted his posture. The damp clothes clinging to his body were not comfortable, but Joshua was so drunk that he didn’t care about these things and soon fell back asleep. Isabella’s new hairdryer was sitting on the sink. I casually plugged it in, turned it on, and tossed it into the bathtub. I knew water conducted electricity, and electricity could kill. Just like they said, those who misbehave would be shocked. A shrill scream came through, and Joshua’s eyes rolled back. His body convulsed and collapsed into the bathtub, just like the dead goldfish before. I checked his pulse, humming a tune as I removed my disposable gloves and turned to call Amelia. “Hello, who is this?” “Ms. White, it’s me.” I greeted her cheerfully and whispered, “My dad is dead. I might have to go back to the orphanage.”

The police covered the suddenly deceased Joshua with a white sheet and carried him out. Isabella, who rushed over from another man’s tender embrace upon hearing the news, slapped me as soon as she arrived, screaming and cursing, “Did you do it? You little bitch. You kill him! “Murderer! You’re a murderer! Just like your mother, you’re a murderer!” I covered my face and hid behind the female police officer, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Madam, please calm down.” The female police officer quickly embraced me, frowning and explaining, “Your husband died of an accidental electric shock while using a hairdryer in the bath.” “Accidental electric shock, how could such a coincidence happen, she did it! She’s the daughter of a murderer, she’s a devil!” Isabella shakily took out her phone and handed it to the female police officer, sharply saying, “Look! They look exactly the same!” The female police officer glanced at the web page, but she didn’t seem to care. She said coldly, “Madam, I know you’re very sad, but don’t vent your anger on the child.” Isabella’s bloodshot eyes stared at me fiercely; the female police officer was stunned for a moment and silently pulled me further away. “Wait and see! “I will catch you! I will make you pay for it!” The female police officer looked a bit scared as she watched Isabella turn and leave and squat down to comfort me, saying, “Good girl, don’t be afraid.” “Why does my mom hate me so much, I’m really not a murderer.” I sobbed quietly in the arms of the female police officer, “Clearly, my parents had me take photos and videos, and they even made me wear such revealing clothes… why do they say I’m a murderer?” “What?” The female police officer frowned and said seriously, “What did they do to you? “Don’t worry, I’m a police officer, you tell me what happened, and I will definitely help you.” I told the female police officer about my previous experiences without hesitation, and as expected, I received a sympathetic look and comfort from her. Isabella’s mental state was not very stable, to begin with, and she was very likely to harm me. With the help of the female police officer, I left home smoothly and declined the police station’s suggestion to temporarily place me and returned to the orphanage again. Amelia was waiting outside early in the morning, and her face looked obviously ugly when she saw me getting out of the police car. “Ms. White, I’m back.” I took the initiative to hug Amelia, and the female police officer nodded with satisfaction, “It’s really a trouble for you to take care of her for a while.” “It’s okay, it’s not a trouble at all.” Amelia smiled reluctantly, and she patted my hand. It was not until the police left that her true color was completely revealed. “What did you do again! Are you crazy? Didn’t I tell you to listen to them?” “Ms. White, isn’t this what you taught me?” I looked at the irritable Amelia and asked doubtfully, “Didn’t you say that bad people should be killed? “I was obedient. I cooperated with mom and dad to take photos and videos and helped them make money, but they were not good to me. They didn’t let me sleep, didn’t let me eat, they killed my favorite little goldfish, aren’t they bad people? “Ms. White, didn’t you praise me for burning to death those human traffickers who were selling children under the guise of adoption?” Amelia’s face became uglier and uglier; she was like a chicken with its neck pinched and couldn’t say a word for a long time. “Yes, I let you burn to death those demons who were trafficking children under the guise of adoption, but I didn’t let you continue to kill people! “Do you know what you’re doing now? This is a crime! “You killed six people, and you are an unmitigated devil! “God will never forgive you, you will never go to heaven, you will go to hell!” I calmly watched her collapse and go mad in front of me, and threw another bomb at her again. “I am not a devil. “Isabella said I am the daughter of a serial killer.” “Ms. White, so you can’t go to heaven either.” After several months, I saw Isabella again after a long time. Since Joshua’s accidental death and my return to the orphanage, the online public opinion has been fermenting more and more, and the internet celebrity account they used to operate has become a mess. Coupled with the liquidated damages from major manufacturers, Isabella is in debt and has to be busy investigating my background and paying off debts. Her once carefully maintained face has become haggard. After all these days of busy work, she finally returned to the orphanage. “Come here, kid.” I squatted in the corner and watched the fully armed Isabella call Daniel, who passed by. She took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into Daniel’s arms, squatted down, and asked about my situation, “Do you know Emily? What did she do in the orphanage before? Would she bully other kids?” Since being disciplined by me, Daniel has been much more honest. Hearing my name, he subconsciously shuddered and stammered, “No… none, she’s good.” Isabella frowned and was not satisfied with his answer, and then asked, “Where is your dean?” “Ms. White is in the equipment room, the room at the end of the left is.” Isabella did not doubt it, got up, picked up her bag, and quickly walked towards the equipment room. I followed her slowly until I saw her close the door; I touched the smartphone in my arms and boldly listened to the door. “Ms. White, it’s me, I want to ask you about Emily today.” “You are Mrs. Clarke, right?” Amelia asked in surprise and then said, “What’s the matter? Is Emily disobedient? “She is the most obedient and sensible child in the orphanage.” Isabella didn’t buy this. She sneered and replied, “Have you seen the news? Emily killed my husband, and now she is back to your orphanage.” “Murder?” Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise, “How could it be, is there any misunderstanding? She is still just a child.” “She is a child, but her mother is a serial killer, who knows if she has inherited her mother’s antisocial genes?” Isabella’s face became uglier and uglier. She stared at Amelia coldly and said coldly, “I just want to know where her mother is now!” “Emily is an orphan, she was thrown at the door of the orphanage not long after she was born, I don’t even know who her mother is.” “Are you still daring to argue until now!” Isabella angrily took out a photo from her wallet and threw it in front of Amelia. “This is a photo of Emily and her mother, right? It was taken in the garden behind your orphanage! “She must still be in your orphanage now, I’m going to call the police, let the police check you all up and down!” “You’re mistaken, I really don’t know.” Amelia was shocked for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. She explained, “The child in this photo may not be Emily. It might be some other child. “If you still don’t believe it, you can take a look at the files behind, there are records of all the children in the orphanage.” Isabella was stunned by the words. She turned to the side and looked behind her according to the direction of Amelia’s finger. A sharp knife flashed a cold light at this moment, suddenly stabbed towards her heart! Blood gushed out, drawing a blood flower on the door. “You? Someone, help…” “Bitch, you know too much!” Amelia pressed Isabella to the ground, stabbing her arteries one after another until Isabella was completely out of breath. She finally stopped. I was scared and covered my mouth, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but I was tripped by the broken stone at the door and made a sound. “Who’s there?!” Amelia pulled open the equipment room door, her hand still holding the sharp knife with bloodstains. She saw me outside and showed me a ferocious smile. “Emily, it’s you.” “Good girl, come to mom, don’t you always like me?” I kept retreating, kneeling on the ground and begging, “Ms. White, don’t kill me…” “You are a disaster. Living will only bring me endless trouble! “I went through all the trouble of having plastic surgery to look like this, just to have a peaceful life, and now it’s all ruined by you! “If it weren’t for you! Why would I be suspected by that bitch, it’s all because of you!” Amelia raised the sharp knife in her hand high towards me. The next moment, blood splashed. Warm blood dripped on my face. A bullet hit Amelia’s forehead. “Mom, mom…” At the moment when Amelia fell to the ground, I rushed past her to the equipment room, hugging Isabella’s body and crying bitterly. “The criminal has been shot dead. Let the forensic doctors come over! “There’s another dead person inside! “Hurry up! Come on, someone take care of the child, don’t let her destroy the scene!” “Emily, let’s go out first, don’t delay the police work here.” The police hurriedly pulled me away, regardless of the pungent smell of blood on my body, gently holding me in his arms and patting my back, “As soon as we received your alarm call, we came over, fortunately you are fine, the bad guy has been shot dead, you can rest assured.” I shivered and looked at Amelia lying in a pool of blood and said with lingering fear, “I saw Ms. White killing my mother, and she wanted to kill me…” “Emily, you are safe now, don’t be afraid, tell me, what happened?” “I don’t know. I only know that Isabella and Amelia had a quarrel, saying that my dad’s death was because of adopting me, and Amelia was angry and stabbed Isabella with a knife. “Is this my fault? Because of me…my mother and Amelia dead…” The police sighed and said softly, “This is not your fault.” “Can I see my mother one last time?” I lay on the female police officer, tearfully looking at the police coming in and out of the equipment room; the bodies were all tightly covered with white cloth, and the only thing that could be seen was the blood that soaked through the cloth. “Don’t look, Emily, let the nurse take you to take a bath and change your clothes, you go to sleep first, okay?” I obediently nodded and let the female police officer hand me over to the nurse. Taking advantage of the nurse who was going to prepare clothes for me, I found Daniel, who had been secretly following me. He looked at me with fear, and his legs were trembling, but because of my command, he had to stand in place. I looked at Daniel’s somewhat yellow fingers and casually asked, “Do you have a lighter?” Daniel was startled and quickly nodded, tremblingly taking out the lighter from his pocket and handing it to me. I took out the photo that had been hidden in my pocket, which was still stained with dried blood, which I got when I rushed over to hug Isabella’s body. The photo was licked by flames, gradually burning until it turned to ashes. From then on, no one would know Amelia’s past. I thought no one would say I was the daughter of a murderer anymore. Daniel looked at me in horror and laughed, “Amelia and your adoptive parents are all dead, how can you laugh so happily?” “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter…” I looked at the media reporters who rushed to the news outside the window and said with a smile, “I will have new parents soon.” I thought, “The guilty cannot enter heaven. But tonight, please sleep peacefully. Good night, my dear mother.”

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When my son was just five years old, the foundation of my marriage to Alex Short began to crumble because of the presence of Mona Mill and her child. Alex had once vowed that his attentiveness to Mona stemmed solely from pity since she was a single mother with a daughter. Yet, time and again, he chose Mona and her daughter over me and our son. Alex even neglected our son in favor of caring for Mona’s daughter.