On the day I got my acceptance letters from all the top schools, my billionaire dad told me to pick a fiancé from the roster of brilliant young men he’d sponsored. In my last life, I chose Trevor, my long-time crush. Who knew that after we married, he’d sell me to the dark web, where I was brutally dismembered and tortured! My daughter, Lily, begged him on her knees, but he choked her to death right in front of me. “Daisy! If you hadn’t used your dad’s sponsorship to force my hand, I never would’ve missed out on Chloe! She wouldn’t have left heartbroken and died in that car crash out in the middle of nowhere!” “If I had to choose again, I’d throw *everything* away just to never be with you!” Trevor stomped on Lily’s lifeless body, then, amidst my screams, he tossed her into the street, leaving her to be crushed by passing vehicles. The entire process of my torture and murder was recorded, turned into a video on the dark web, and went viral, racking up hundreds of thousands of views. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my college applications were finalized, choosing my fiancé. I ignored Trevor’s eager gaze, my finger shooting out to point at Julian, the guy with the absolute worst reputation: “I want him.”
Dad’s gaze swept over the line of men before him, finally settling on me: “Daisy, your old man isn’t getting any younger. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here to look after you. These are all young men I’ve watched grow up, carefully selected. Their character and capabilities are… *barely* up to your standards. No matter who you choose, your dad will bless your decision.” Everyone held their breath, their tension palpable. If I picked them, it meant a life of unimaginable wealth and influence, a smooth ride forever. I looked at Trevor. The moment our eyes met, my fists clenched involuntarily. The phantom pain of the inhuman torture from my past life still lingered. Just a flicker of that memory in my mind was enough to send shivers down my spine. I scoffed, my gaze shifting to Julian, who stood a little apart. After I died in my last life, Trevor ordered my body to be thrown into a junkyard and completely destroyed. It was Julian who spent a fortune, hiring people to sneak my body out, ensuring I received a proper burial and could finally rest in peace. That kindness, I never forgot. In a single breath, I’d made my decision. I turned, meeting Dad’s expectant gaze with a small smile: “Dad, the person I want…” Trevor was already poised, ready to step forward. After all, everyone knew I’d been relentlessly chasing Trevor for years. My husband, it could only be him. “Is Julian.” My finger landed squarely in front of *him*. “I accept— *what*?!” Trevor’s head snapped up, disbelief etched on his face. My dad, meanwhile, shot straight up from his chair: “Are you out of your mind? Julian? He’s a notorious playboy who’s been caught with girls since his freshman year of high school! How could you possibly choose him?” My expression didn’t falter: “Dad, you said you’d bless whoever I chose.” I already knew the truth about that whole thing. Trevor blurted it out when he was drunk in my last life. Julian never did anything like that. Trevor just got worried that Julian, who was better than him in every single way, would earn Dad’s favor instead. It was all a lie. A nasty rumor. A complete and utter scoundrel. My dad stared at me for so long, I thought he was going to pass out from anger. Finally, he grudgingly nodded: “Fine, fine. It’s just an engagement, not a marriage contract. If you want to have your fun, go for it. Your old man can always bail you out, no matter what.” He agreed! A wave of excitement washed over me. I honestly thought I’d have to argue more. Barely able to contain my excitement, I quickly reached out to give Dad’s shoulders a grateful squeeze. In this life, as long as I could get rid of that lecherous leech, it was a victory.
The moment I stepped out of the mansion, Trevor grabbed my wrist from behind: “Daisy! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” His grip was too strong, making my face twist in pain: “Are you out of your mind?! If you’re having a bad day, go get a rabies shot, don’t come here acting like a rabid dog!” Trevor’s voice was practically spitting through clenched teeth: “Everyone knows you’ve been shamelessly chasing me since we were kids, begging to marry me! Now you have the perfect chance, and you’re throwing it away? Isn’t this just your pathetic attempt at playing hard to get?” I actually laughed, I was so mad. I’d never met anyone so utterly shameless: “I can’t believe your delusions have gotten this bad. I chose Julian because I *like* Julian. I didn’t choose you because the sight of you makes me want to puke, got it?” Trevor, naturally, didn’t believe it. After all, half an hour ago I was still calling him ‘my dearest Trevor’ non-stop. Now, suddenly turning on him like this? Anyone would think something fishy was going on. Just as he was about to say more, I was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace: “Looks like some dogs just don’t understand human words. My fiancée has made it perfectly clear she wants nothing to do with you, yet you’re still clinging on. Your hide must be thicker than a rhino’s.” Because of me, everyone in my household used to treat Trevor with kid gloves, giving him special deference. When had he ever been so utterly humiliated? Trevor’s face flushed crimson with rage: “Do you honestly think she wants to marry *you*? She’s just using you to make me jealous! I saw through her pathetic little games ages ago!” “Daisy, Chloe was right! You arrogant, spoiled rich girls are all just leeches, the scum of society!” SMACK! I swung my arm in a wide arc, my palm connecting squarely with his face. The force sent him stumbling backward: “You dared to hit me?!” It was the first time I’d seen someone’s eyes bug out quite so dramatically, like they were about to pop out of their sockets. I shook out my wrist: “Hitting you? That was the *least* of it. Looking at how lively and energetic you are, you don’t exactly seem like someone who needs charity, do you?” “You’re right, we *are* scum. And naturally, money from the family of scum like us simply *cannot* be used. So, for your future college life, you’ll have to work extra hard, won’t you?” The moment he heard I was revoking his sponsorship, Trevor panicked: “How dare you?! I’m a top scholar!” Julian snorted a laugh: “Oh, right, *county-level* first place is also called a ‘top scholar,’ isn’t it? Such high *value*.” Trevor glared daggers at Julian: “I’m talking to *her*. Do you have a license to butt in?” Julian just flexed his wrist: “Looking for a beating?” Trevor wanted to retort, but then he looked at Julian, who stood a good half-head taller than him. He grudgingly snapped his mouth shut. And stormed away. “So *that’s* the kind of guy you used to like?” The smirk still hadn’t left Julian’s lips. I looked at him, slowly speaking: “Your husband.” ? Julian fell silent. Heh. Go on, laugh. If you mock me again, he’s *your* husband now too. Fair enough, right?
The next day, as I stepped out of the mansion, I spotted Chloe and Trevor at the gates, practically draped all over each other, playing the part of lovesick puppies. Chloe’s eyes were brimming with tears, as if she’d suffered some unimaginable injustice, as she sobbed uncontrollably, nestled in Trevor’s arms: “How could she humiliate you like that? My Trevor is the best man in the entire world!” Trevor sighed dramatically: “Rich people like them are just spoiled rotten. They have no idea how to respect anyone. She’s probably just trying some new trick to get my attention, but I saw through her disgusting little schemes ages ago. She just makes me sick!” Chloe bit her lip, nodding softly: “Trevor, I’m worried she’ll deliberately cause trouble for you… After all, people like them, what *wouldn’t* they do?” Trevor scoffed: “She won’t dare. All I have to do is ignore her for a couple of days, and she’ll come crawling back to beg for my attention.” I leaned against the doorway, casually shattering his little fantasy: “Oh, really?” Trevor heard my voice and, as if on instinct, immediately put some space between himself and Chloe. But seeing Chloe’s stunned expression, he realized his reaction was a bit too obvious. To save face, he snapped at me: “Who told you to eavesdrop on us?!” I raised an eyebrow: “This is *my* house. Do I need to report my movements to an outsider like you? Oh, and by the way, my dad has officially cut ties with your sponsorship. Isn’t it a bit awkward for you to still be hanging around *our* house?” My eyes curved into little crescents as I smiled, instructing the housekeeper to pack up all his *pathetic* belongings and toss them out. The housekeeper initially just put the bag on the floor, playing along, since I’d pulled this stunt plenty of times before when Trevor and I fought. And I’d always ended up meekly helping him carry his stuff back inside. It had gotten so bad that even the housekeeper thought I couldn’t live without him. Trevor glanced at the bag on the ground, frowning: “Why is this all there is? Where are my watches and shoes?” I smirked: “Those? I bought them. What makes you think you have any right to take them? You’re not even worthy.” I had never spoken to him with such venom before. Trevor’s disgusted expression finally wavered, a hint of something else surfacing: “Alright, stop messing around. You’re just upset because you saw me with Chloe, right? Fine, I’ll make her leave.” With that, he started to pick up the bag, intending to go back inside. But I extended my foot, blocking his path. My expression was no longer casual: “I didn’t realize the last name of this house had changed to ‘Trevor.’ Since you’re all so loyal to young master Trevor, you can pack your bags and leave with him.” The housekeeper, hearing she was about to be fired, was too terrified to pretend anymore. She swiftly picked up his pathetic bundle and sent it flying with a kick. Clothes and personal items spilled everywhere. Before Trevor could even react, Chloe couldn’t stand it anymore. She put her hands on her hips, striking a pose of righteous indignation, and demanded: “How can you bully people like this?!” She was half a head shorter than me; I had to look down to meet her gaze. Honestly, such a bother. “Do you really think you have the right to speak to *me*?” That single sentence utterly shattered Chloe’s fragile self-esteem. Right, if it weren’t for Trevor… …she would never have even seen me in her entire life. It was the truth, but she couldn’t handle it. Her big eyes immediately filled with tears: “How could you say that to me…?” So, I’m supposed to baby you now? Idiots truly do attract other idiots, don’t they? Seeing his beloved crying, Trevor felt even more humiliated. He bellowed at me: “How did you become like this? You’re absolutely impossible! Isn’t all this just to make me marry you? Fine! I’ll marry you! Just stop bothering Chloe! I’ll do anything you want!” He looked like a martyr, which utterly melted Chloe’s heart: “Trevor, I don’t want you to give up so much for me…” Trevor gazed at her adoringly: “As long as you’re well, I’m well…” Honestly, it made me want to puke. “Trevor, I don’t recall ever saying I wanted to marry you.” Trevor sneered: “Stop joking around. Don’t I know you? You love me so much, of course you’d marry me. Stop pretending.” I shrugged: “Sorry, but I should warn you, you might want to move.” He reflexively turned his head. And collided squarely with Julian’s fist. His nose bled, gushing a good ten feet. Hah. Spectacular. “Hearing dogs bark first thing in the morning. So annoying.” Trevor lay on the ground, unable to get up, too weak to even retaliate. Julian frowned: “Even more useless than I thought.” Smiling, I took his hand and led him back inside. Once we were alone, he finally voiced the question on his mind: “I know you only got engaged to me to get back at him, but as long as you need me, I’ll be right here by your side. And if… if one day you grow to hate me, I’ll just leave on my own. I won’t make it difficult for you…” What was with that aggrieved look? Like *I* was the one who wronged *him*. Anyone would think I’d betrayed him. I smiled, leaning closer: “What if I never hate you?” His ears instantly flushed red: “Then… then I’ll be with you forever.” My little innocent. He’s quite the sweetheart, isn’t he?
Days later, a phone call shattered my peaceful life once more: “Ms. Daisy, Mr. Trevor has run up a tab here more than three times, totaling over fifty thousand dollars. When can you come settle his bill?” I raised an eyebrow: “What does his bill have to do with me? Didn’t you know he’s been kicked out of my family’s home?” The person on the other end sounded surprised: “But he said to just call you directly for the money, and that you’d definitely pay…” I rubbed my temples: “And you just take his word for it? Do you have *any* critical thinking skills? He was just some hanger-on my dad found for me. Why would he have any right to spend *my* money?” The call was abruptly disconnected. I immediately sent a message to all the shops I was familiar with: Trevor’s bills have nothing to do with me. Do not harass me. Within minutes, Trevor’s call came in. The moment I answered, he immediately launched into an indignant tirade: “Chloe, are you insane?! Why won’t you pay my bills?! I’m giving you an out here, don’t be ungrateful!” An out? As if I needed one. “Are we close? And besides, why would a man of *your* principles ever spend a woman’s money? I’m just looking out for your reputation, aren’t I?” From the other end of the line, Chloe’s voice suddenly chimed in: “Is it settled? Those shops are calling *me* now, demanding payment! Where are we going to get all that money?!” No wonder he’d blown through so much money in just a few days. So he was trying to impress his little girlfriend. Pathetic. Trevor’s voice got frantic: “I don’t care what game you’re playing! I’m ordering you to pay those bills right now! Chloe’s been crying hysterically because of all the debt collectors! You need to buy her some jewelry and go apologize to her immediately!” Jewelry too? How about a good slap across the face instead? Chloe was still putting on her pathetic act on the other end: “It’s okay, Trevor. I know Daisy hates me, and I can understand if she doesn’t care about me. It’s all my fault for dragging you into this.” Trevor sighed again. His voice held a tenderness I’d never heard directed at me. I didn’t want to watch their pathetic little love drama unfold, so I clicked my tongue: “Anything else?” My cold indifference made Trevor’s heart skip a beat. He sensed something was off with me, and he knew it wasn’t a good sign. “Playing hard to get has its limits, Daisy. You’re just going to make me hate you even more.” I honestly laughed out loud. “Then do me a favor and hate me for the rest of your life. And never contact me again. You make me sick.” He tried to speak, but I just hung up. Seconds later, another call came in. I was about to hang up, but then I saw the name on the screen. I immediately changed my mind: “Hello?” “Is this Trevor’s guardian? His tuition hasn’t been paid, and the deadline is fast approaching. Is he still attending classes this semester?” It was an administrator from a top university. Trevor’s tuition used to be covered by my dad. Even though our family paid for all his living expenses—food, rent, everything—my dad still sent him a regular allowance. It wasn’t that he didn’t have money. He just wanted to use the tuition as leverage to make me beg. What a joke. If he didn’t attend school, the only future he’d be ruining was his own. What did that have to do with me? “Actually, we’ve already decided to have him withdrawn. Sorry for the trouble.” The administrator sounded surprised. Trevor was, after all, a promising student. She admitted she’d called Trevor before, but he’d just haughtily declared: “Get the money from the Davis family. If they don’t pay the tuition, I’m not going.” At the time, she thought it was just idle threats. Now, it seemed he was serious about dropping out. The withdrawal paperwork was processed quickly. Meanwhile, Trevor, the clueless idiot, proudly dragged Chloe along on the first day of classes, ready to register. But the admissions officer stared at him for a long moment before finally speaking: “Didn’t you already withdraw?” Trevor froze on the spot. When Trevor was sent packing from the university, looking like a whipped dog, I was having breakfast with Julian, our arms linked.
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