To prevent me from competing with my stepsister for the gold medal in the dance competition, my fiancé used a crane to lift me to the second floor and then threw me off. My brother was even more ruthless, hitting me with his sports car and sending me flying. I lay there, bleeding and crying, begging them to save my child. But my fiancé remained indifferent: “A child? It’s better gone. That way, you can focus on your sadness and not interfere with Nora winning the award.” I passed out, and when I woke up, I saw my stepsister’s social media post. She was on stage holding the medal that should have been mine, with my brother and fiancé protectively flanking her. The post read: “Thanks to my two princes for their protection, even a little princess like me, who doesn’t aim high, got the gold medal!” My brother and fiancé commented: “Anyone who stands in Nora’s way must perish.” I stared for a moment before silently liking her post. Nobody knows,I came here to complete the tasks assigned to me by the system. Now it’s time to leave. “System, I want to leave this world.”
[Host is about to complete the pain point task.] [The male lead and the second male lead will soon see the true nature of the female supporting character and awaken. Are you sure you want to abandon all your progress?] “Yes.” I lay in a pool of blood, softly murmuring: “I don’t want it. I don’t want my brother, and I don’t want Ezra.” “Ah—” As I spoke, a sharp pain pierced through me. I barely opened my eyes to see my brother, Gideon, sneering as he stomped on my stomach. “Save… the child…” My child… The pain contorted my face, yet my brother withdrew his foot disdainfully. “Playing the pregnancy card again?” “I told you if you dared to make Nora cry, I’d make you bleed. Have you learned your lesson now?” Ezra stood indifferent too. “If the child is lost, it’s for the best. I promised Nora that I’d marry you but only have children with her.” “Mabel, be good, don’t make things difficult for me.” “A little blood won’t kill you; reflect on it right here.” With that, they left without looking back. I watched their retreating figures, feeling the blood draining away beneath me. My body grew colder. My child… I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have. Maybe I was destined to be a lonely star. In my original world, I was an orphan. Ill and without money for treatment, I waited quietly for death. Then the system found me. It said that if I completed the predetermined plot tasks of the novel, the family in the novel would become my real family. Then, I would be the happiest person. I believed it and became the youngest daughter of the Gideon family, Mabel. At first, I was happy. My parents were loving, my brother cherished me, and Ezra and I were fond of each other. Until Mom died. Dad quickly brought back a woman, and with her, he only cared about her child—Nora. I hated them for making Dad forget Mom and my brother and me. Back then, my brother and I were united against them. Ezra promised he would love me forever. But promises were fleeting. I had been bound by family ties for too long, and at this moment. I suddenly didn’t want them anymore. As darkness overtook my consciousness, a cold familiar voice sounded: [Child successfully miscarried. Congratulations, Host, on achieving two-thirds of the pain point task.]
I was in the operating room for a day and night. After a week in the hospital, Ezra and my brother finally remembered me. Because the stepmother’s birthday was approaching, she wanted the family to reunite, so I was “brought” home. In the luxurious living room, Nora’s sweet and coquettish voice could be heard from time to time. A servant brought a birthday cake to the table, and Nora coyly said she made it herself and even hurt her hand, so they shouldn’t dislike it. Ezra grabbed her hand angrily, scolding her for hurting herself again. His expression was stern, yet he couldn’t hide the tenderness in his voice. Nora playfully stuck out her tongue. My brother looked at her with a face full of affection. Dad and stepmother smiled with kindness. My vision suddenly blurred, making it difficult to see. I reached up to touch my face, only to find my fingertips wet. “Sister finally came back.” “Today is Mom’s birthday. You won’t blame us for not waiting to eat with you, will you?” Nora saw me and smiled brightly, though her eyes shone with obvious provocation and ridicule. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. “Are you mute? Why don’t you speak when you come in?” Seeing me, Dad’s smile faded. Seeing me standing at the door motionless, my brother also impatiently scolded, “What are you standing there for? Don’t you see everyone waiting for you? When will you change your spoiled princess attitude?” I blinked, holding back tears, clutching my aching stomach, and limped over with my injured leg. Ezra saw my movements and frowned, “You’re hurt?” It might have been my imagination, but there was a trace of concern in his voice. My brother glanced at me and then sneered, “She’s pretending again. Ever since Nora came, she’s always like this.” Hearing this, the concern in Ezra’s eyes disappeared, replaced by the familiar disdain. “How long do you plan to keep this act up? How many times have I told you, Nora is just a young girl. She lost her dad, came with her mom to your house, and has been living cautiously. It’s normal for her to rely more on me and Gideon. You have everything. Why can’t you give her a little?” I gave a bitter smile. I have everything? Since Nora and her mother arrived, Dad became colder towards me, and my brother grew to dislike me more. Even Ezra, who used to be devoted to me, gradually sided with Nora. “Ezra, she lost her dad, but I lost my mom.” “Later she got a dad, and I lost my dad.” “Slap!” As soon as I finished speaking, the next second, Dad slapped me across the face. He glared at me: “Your old man isn’t dead yet!” But whether alive or dead, is there a difference? I held my cheek, silently weeping: “I lost my brother, my fiancé.” “And my child.” Ezra looked at me, and there seemed to be some reluctance in his eyes. Suddenly, Nora choked on her sobs. “Sister, are you blaming me?” “Sister, I’m sorry. Then I’ll just go die!” “Nora!” Ezra and my brother immediately rushed to embrace her. I watched the smugness in her eyes, watching their anxious faces. “Mabel, you never change.” “Falling from only the second floor, do you really need to play the victim in front of us?” I stared at him blankly, feeling the pain creeping in. Before, I would’ve cried and begged him to believe me. But now, I didn’t want to explain anymore. I closed my eyes, looking at my brother with one last bit of hope. “My leg is broken.” “The doctor said I can never dance again.” My brother didn’t even look at me, indulgently watching Nora: “That’s just as well. Nora won’t have to hide under the covers crying about you winning dance awards anymore.”
Nora shyly stomped her foot, “I never cried under the covers, brother, you’re so annoying.” Laughter from the family filled the hall. I stood there frozen, my vision starting to blur again. When I was in school, I won an award for dancing, and Nora cried all night. My brother threw away all my dance costumes and shoes, forbidding me to dance anymore. My heart grew colder with every beat. “Alright, let’s eat!” Ezra saw my expression, a hint of reluctance flashing on his face. He pulled me to sit next to him, “Don’t be stubborn. Once your leg heals, we’ll get married.” If it were the old me hearing this, I would’ve jumped up in joy and hugged him. But now, my heart was unusually calm. Nora gave me a look full of jealousy, quickly hiding her emotions, and smiled as she pushed the cake in front of me. “Sister, today is Mom’s birthday. It’s rare for our family to be together.” I lowered my gaze and spoke softly, “My mom’s been dead a long time. Her memorial day isn’t today.” Nora was at a loss for words. The stepmother graciously tried to smooth things over. “You child, your sister rarely comes back. As a younger sister, how can you not know to yield a bit?” My gaze landed on the stepmother’s neck, staring at the familiar and precious emerald necklace. Sensing my look, the stepmother straightened up and intentionally touched the necklace. That was my mom’s favorite thing. Once she was gone, it was safely kept in a safe. I never thought it would appear around the stepmother’s neck. “This is my mom’s. Why are you wearing it?” I lunged madly to snatch it away. The stepmother pretended to be scared and stepped back, yet when no one was looking, she whispered mockingly in my ear: “Your mom couldn’t win against me, and neither will you against my daughter. Everything you and your mom had will be ours sooner or later.” My eyes turned red, and I squeezed her neck tightly. Everyone finally reacted and rushed to separate us. The stepmother leaned tearfully against Dad. Dad, feeling sorry for her, pointed at me and cursed. “You rebellious daughter, your mom’s been dead a long time. I gave the necklace to your Aunt Fiona. If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me.” I rushed forward desperately, trying to snatch it away. My stepmother feigned fear and stepped back. But when no one was looking, she whispered mockingly in my ear, “Your mother couldn’t defeat me, and neither will you against my daughter. Everything that belongs to you and your mother will eventually be ours.” Fury welled up inside me, and I tightened my grip on her neck. Only then did the others react, rushing over to separate us. My stepmother collapsed into Dad’s arms, sobbing. Dad, sympathetic to her, pointed at me and shouted. “You ungrateful daughter, your mom’s long gone. I gave that necklace to Aunt Fiona. If you have a problem, take it up with me.” “Apologize to your Aunt Fiona, or leave this house. I don’t have a daughter like you.” My brother kicked my chair, “Mom and Nora kindly brought you back to reunite, and here you are causing trouble. Is that what you want?” I looked at him defiantly, my face pale. “That’s Mom’s necklace. Why should the other woman wear it?” “Brother, do you still remember Mom?” My brother froze. In a fit of rage, Dad flipped the table and threw a cup at me. “You rebellious daughter, get out!” Ezra and my brother immediately shielded Nora. Blood trickled down my forehead, blurring my vision, and dizziness overwhelmed me. Before I lost consciousness, Ezra rushed over and caught me.
I woke up the next day. I found myself back in the hospital, and the wound on my forehead had been treated. Turning my head, I saw a haggard, pale face reflected clearly in the window. I numbly removed the bandage, revealing a long, deep wound stretching from my forehead to my cheekbone, raw and bloody. [Congratulations, Host, on completing the task of disfigurement.] Touching my ruined face, my throat tightened. “Where are Ezra and my brother?” [Nora was frightened, and her depression relapsed. Your fiancé and brother are by her side, not leaving for a moment.] [And…] The system hesitated but ultimately said nothing, only comforting me: [Host, just hang on a little longer. No matter what they do, once you finish the abuse plot, they’ll realize you’re the only one they love. Then you can enjoy their love and live happily ever after.] Happily ever after, huh? I tugged at the corners of my mouth, saying nothing. I used to believe Ezra and my brother would eventually see through Nora and her mother’s facade. I compromised again and again. But now I finally understand. This so-called happiness is twisted. I don’t want this kind of happiness anymore. When I got home from the hospital, Ezra was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa. His expensive suit jacket was casually thrown aside. He looked utterly exhausted. As I got closer, I could faintly smell Nora’s perfume on him. Hearing my movement, he opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion. “Why are you back? Why aren’t you staying at the hospital?” I lowered my head and said nothing, trying to pass by him to my room. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, somewhat angrily asking, “Mabel, I’m talking to you. What’s your problem now?” My foot injury hadn’t healed yet, and his forceful tug made me gasp in pain. Seeing my gritted teeth, Ezra stood up and stared at me. “Is it because of your face, or are you mad about last time?” “It was just a small lesson. Is it really a big deal?” So, in his eyes, throwing me from a height causing a miscarriage and a broken leg, and forcing me to kneel and apologize to Nora was just a small lesson? I looked at him with red eyes, filled with grief and anger, “A small matter? You think causing my miscarriage and breaking my leg is a small matter? Is Nora’s mood more important than that?” That so-called small matter in his words killed my child and made it impossible for me to dance again. But just because Nora was upset, he was so anxious. Ezra had never seen me so out of control. After a moment of surprise, his tone became a bit impatient. “The doctor said it won’t affect your walking in the future. If you can’t dance, then don’t. Just be Mrs. Ezra after we get married.” “Miscarriage? Even if you never get pregnant again, Nora will have kids for you.” “Then you can raise her kids.” He frowned as he spoke, wanting to say more, but his gaze softened when he saw the scar on my face, “As for the scar on your face, just leave it. Don’t treat it.” “You’re prettier than Nora, which makes her feel inferior. Now that you’re disfigured, it’s just in time for my engagement party with her.” “You can be the bridesmaid, so you don’t steal her spotlight.” I stared at Ezra, dumbfounded. Even though I was used to his favoritism toward Nora, my heart still ached. “What am I then?” “What does our relationship mean?” Ezra moved his lips but remained silent for a long time before saying: “Just be good.” He seemed to want to say more, but his phone rang suddenly. As he answered, his expression grew more and more serious, and his gaze toward me became increasingly complicated. On the other end, I could hear my brother’s excited voice, “There’s hope; Nora can be saved… the same rare blood type…” My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a foreboding sense of doom. At that moment, the system suddenly shouted, “Host, run!”
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