When someone from my ancestral line reaches the peak of emotion, a unique, soft fur sprouts from the tip of their tailbone. Legend says, if a man can pluck one, his fortune will multiply. For seven years, Caleb plucked countless strands of my fur. His wealth exploded, multiplying beyond measure. He was always overcome with desire for me, obsessed to his very core. Until the day he became the richest man in the entire city. That’s when I accidentally walked in on him and that heiress, tangled together, dripping with sweat. When I angrily confronted him, he just scoffed back: “You honestly thought I loved a freak like you? I kept this ‘thing’ for over a decade, just for the money, obviously.” Caleb gloated to Cassandra, as if showing off a prize: “This fur is gold, trust me. I became the richest man in the city by sleeping with her. And the best part? She just melts into a puddle, and her power activates…” Afraid Cassandra wouldn’t believe him, he pulled out our intimate videos, threatening to force my power to activate right then and there, just to strip me of more fur. That day, I fought back until I was bleeding and bruised, only to be abandoned at the hospital. Meanwhile, Caleb spent the entire night with Cassandra in our bedroom. The next night, he came home reeking of her sickeningly sweet perfume: “Cassandra’s so pure-hearted, and it’s just a few measly strands of fur she needs. Do you really have to be so petty?” “Her mom is sick; she needs thirty million. The fur I got yesterday was sold at auction for sky-high bids. Hurry up and pluck a few more for me. Don’t be so unreasonable!” I smiled and said, “Okay.” But he didn’t know that every single strand of my power-infused fur, once love turns to ashes, carries a curse.
“…Softer… Caleb… Tell me, isn’t my body… softer than Elara’s?” Cassandra’s sickly sweet voice floated through the air. Caleb buried his face in her neck, mumbling a reply: “Little vixen… don’t ruin the mood by talking about her…” Cassandra let out a playful laugh. “But it’s true!” Her eyes, hazy with desire, glanced towards the doorway, as if only just noticing me standing frozen there. “Ah! Caleb, someone’s there! Someone’s watching!” Caleb’s movements suddenly stopped. He lifted his head, breathing heavily. When he saw it was me, the lust on his face instantly curdled into annoyance. “Get out.” My feet felt rooted to the spot. I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t move an inch. He pushed Cassandra away, rolling off the bed. He grabbed a bath towel from the floor and wrapped it around his waist. He spoke softly to Cassandra, “Baby, you go outside first.” Cassandra pouted, slowly making her exit. The sickening perfume, mixed with the acrid scent of their intimacy, churned my stomach. Seven years… This was the man I had loved for seven years, the man I had given my entire heart and soul to. Caleb saw that I hadn’t moved and clicked his tongue in irritation. “Good, you’re back. Cassandra’s mother is sick and needs thirty million.” His eyes held nothing but naked demand. “Yesterday, I put your fur up for auction, and people were desperate for it, bidding sky-high. Hurry up, give me a few more strands!” The bloodied scars from where he’d forcibly plucked my fur last time hadn’t even healed. Before, whenever he wanted to pluck more strands, I’d practically beg, trying to sweet-talk him into waiting until it grew back a bit. I’d even use my body to smooth things over, just to escape the immediate pain, risking a few harsh words in return. I tried to reason with myself, but my body wouldn’t obey. For seven years, I’d been by his side, from a struggling medical student to the city’s wealthiest man today. In that moment, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion washed over me. I was suddenly just… tired. “Okay.” Caleb froze, surprised by my compliance. “That’s more like it,” he said. “Once we have kids, I’ll make you my wife publicly.”
Leaving the house, I went to see Grandma Eleanor. “Grandma,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I want to leave.” Grandma Eleanor looked stunned. “Elara? Is Caleb acting up again?” I shook my head. My fingers unconsciously brushed against the tip of my tailbone, where a barely perceptible rough patch remained. “The fur is connected to my very essence. Forcibly plucking it is like draining my lifeblood, shortening my lifespan.” “Caleb has been insatiable all these years, plucking far too much.” “I… I might not be able to have children anymore.” The old woman’s hand trembled fiercely as she clasped mine. “Elara… you two have supported each other through so many years. Can’t you…” Grandma Eleanor’s voice was filled with a desperate plea. Before she could finish, Caleb’s call came through. “Grandma?” Caleb’s voice echoed from the phone. From his end, Cassandra’s provocative giggles almost pierced my eardrums. Grandma Eleanor’s lips trembled, words caught in her throat. Caleb said impatiently, “No wonder that creature wasn’t making a fuss today. So she went to you to demand status?” His voice was full of contempt. “The ungrateful thing. If it weren’t for your kindness back then, nursing her back to health, she wouldn’t even be here to make demands now!” “Just ignore her.” The call ended. I returned home, intending to pack my things. Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw Caleb standing in the bathroom, hand-washing a woman’s underwear. Lacy, sheer… definitely not mine. I stood in the doorway, speechless. He was a doctor; he’d always been a germaphobe. When we were intimate, if the blood from my plucked fur got on his clothes, he’d get agitated, strip them off, throw them in the trash, and shower for at least half an hour. Coming back to reality with a jolt, Caleb saw me. He dried his hands as if nothing was wrong. “Elara,” he said. “You’re back?” He reached out to embrace me. In the past, I would have wagged my tail and clung to him, but today I sidestepped, avoiding his touch. He paused, then blocked the doorway. “Will you just stop acting up, Elara? Grandma Eleanor just scolded me. She said you… you can’t have children anymore?” “Elara,” he reached out and gripped my shoulders. “I really only slept with Cassandra today because I want a child so badly.” He leaned closer. “Please, forgive me this one time, okay?” His other hand slid unbidden to my lower back, attempting to lift my nightgown. “Let’s just let nature take its course, try again? What if…” Once, I’d feared Caleb like this. His hot-and-cold treatment would make me feel like a fool, spiraling into self-doubt. But now, I didn’t care anymore. Caleb’s familiar touch now only filled me with revulsion. “Don’t you feel disgusting?!” I ripped his hand away. The tenderness on Caleb’s face faded. “Elara, you’re really pushing your luck, aren’t you?” He didn’t even bother to pretend anymore, his voice turning commanding. “Tomorrow night, Mr. Davies and Mr. Thompson are coming over for a party.” “Do you know how popular your ‘fortune fur’ is in this circle? Several big shot investors are desperate for it!” “Just giving them the fur isn’t enough anymore. Some are calling it fake!” “Tomorrow, you must cooperate fully. I’ll record a more ‘detailed demonstration’ for them!” His words pierced my heart. Watching him loom over me, his hand reaching under my nightgown, I screamed in a崩溃大吼: “You want the fur?! Fine, take it! Just don’t touch me, you make me sick!” The scent of his perfume made me dizzy, sick to my stomach. My fingers plunged towards my tailbone, seizing the soft fur without mercy, and yanked hard! A ripping sound, then a blinding, bone-deep pain. I shoved the blood-stained strands of fur into his hand. “Get out!” Caleb just watched me in silence, his eyes holding a chilling calculation that I couldn’t decipher. Just then, his phone rang. “Cassandra? What’s wrong?” He turned and walked away, his voice filled with uncontrollable joy: “Pregnant?! That’s amazing!!” “When our son is born, the entire Shen Corp will be his!…” I glanced at the bleeding wound and lowered my head, laughing through my tears. Caleb had no idea his good fortune was about to run out. If I plucked five consecutive strands of this special, cursed fur—the fur that only grows after love has died—everything he gained through me would be systematically stripped away.
The party was held in the villa’s largest banquet hall. Mr. Davies, cigar clamped between his teeth, his gaze lingering on me: “Mr. Shen, a recording isn’t much fun, is it? We need Miss Elara here, let us guys get a feel for the real thing!” Mr. Thompson immediately chimed in, “Exactly! Caleb, let Miss Elara demonstrate!” Caleb’s smile stiffened. He instinctively glanced at me. “Mr. Davies, Mr. Thompson,” “Elara… isn’t feeling well. She probably can’t demonstrate…” Mr. Davies slammed his hand on the table. “We’re signing contracts, injecting capital, and we just watch?” Mr. Thompson squinted at Cassandra beside Caleb. “Is Mr. Shen getting soft? Well, then, let Miss Cassandra here join us for a few drinks!” As he spoke, he reached out for Cassandra. Caleb shot up, his face ashen, pulling Cassandra protectively behind him. My heart plummeted into an icy abyss at that moment. Sure enough, Caleb only hesitated for a few seconds before his gaze shifted to me. “Elara, you go.” Caleb walked up to me and said in a voice only I could hear: “Stop making that face! Cassandra is kind and pure. If those dirty hands touch her, she’ll never recover!” “You’re different. Who cares who you sleep with? Aren’t you just a natural-born… pleasure-giver? Just make sure these gentlemen are well-entertained tonight, make them happy.” “If you can persuade them to add more investment…” He paused, then dangled the one promise I used to desperately crave. “If you succeed, I’ll make you Mrs. Shen.” “After all, marrying into the Shen family is quite a step up for you, isn’t it? If you show off your real talents, you’ll feel better about yourself, right?” After he walked away, arm around Cassandra, Mr. Davies eagerly tried to wrap his arm around my waist. “Miss Elara, Mr. Shen’s recording was amazing, it made us all so excited! Quick, show us how you activate your power and grow your fur…” I suppressed a wave of nausea, my voice trembling. “Gentlemen… just like this… how boring? How about… how about we play something more exciting?” Mr. Davies narrowed his eyes. “Oh? How exciting?” “I… I know a special method,” I licked my dry lips, a hint of allure in my eyes. “With some special alcohol… and incense… Elara can serve you better.” It was late night. The heavy stench of alcohol mingled with an cloyingly sweet, suffocating fragrance. Mr. Davies, Mr. Thompson, and several other burly men were now sprawled on the floor, snoring loud enough to shake the entire room. My back pressed tightly against the wall, trying to calm my trembling breath. I gritted my teeth, hatred boiling within me. Caleb… just three more days… My phone vibrated. I checked the new message. “Your blood type is highly compatible with patient Louis, who is awaiting a kidney transplant at our hospital. Please reply by phone as soon as possible…” Tears immediately welled up. Grandma Eleanor was old. After her sudden kidney failure that day, I had decided to repay her kindness before I left! A few days later. I lay on the operating table. Seeing a familiar face, I wasn’t afraid anymore. Caleb himself was going to perform my kidney removal surgery. The operating room was crowded, and if he dared to take my life on the spot, he wouldn’t escape responsibility afterwards. While waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, he asked: “Why do you want to donate a kidney?” I knew Grandma Eleanor hadn’t told him about her condition because she was afraid he’d worry. Since I had already been successfully matched, there was no need to hide it anymore. Before I could finish explaining, I drifted off. Where I couldn’t see, his eyes were cold. In the past two years, my biological parents had found me, and Caleb only assumed I was doing this for my own family. That’s why he specifically inquired about my surgery, just so he could personally perform it. I don’t know how long passed before I groggily opened my eyes, the anesthetic not yet completely worn off. I heard Caleb’s conversation with the doctor:
“…Failed? Didn’t you say the mechanical kidney has a high success rate abroad? How am I going to explain this to Elara?!” Caleb’s voice suddenly rose. “Do you know what day tomorrow is?! Shen Corp Bio-Tech’s IPO launch event! Global live broadcast!” “And you’re telling me now that she’s dead?!” My heart plummeted. Not because of his outburst, but because of that phrase, “she’s dead.” The surgery… failed? What about Grandma Eleanor? I couldn’t believe my ears! “Mr. Shen, this is a medical malpractice…” “Shut up!” Caleb roughly interrupted. “I’ll pay you double, just keep this quiet! Especially don’t tell Elara!” “Just tell her the surgery was a success and her grandma is recovering at the sanatorium!” The doctor outside meekly agreed. Footsteps receded from the door, and Cassandra’s delicate sobbing floated in. “Should we really have used Elara’s kidney to ‘bless’ our dog? I mean, that ‘expert’ said it would bring wealth to our baby, but what if he was lying…?” “Stop talking nonsense!” Caleb’s voice was irritable. “The expert was right. Her unique lineage guarantees wealth. It’s just one kidney; it’s worth a lifetime of prosperity for our son. It’s a bargain.” I struggled to crawl to the door, my lips trembling with rage. “Caleb, you’re insane!” “Grandma Eleanor’s kidney failure means she could get a transplant right away! And you did this for that wretch… you…” Both of them outside jumped in shock. Caleb’s eyes blazed with fury. “What are you talking about?!” “Grandma Eleanor’s always been perfectly healthy! Are you always thinking about her inheritance? You’re absolutely evil!” “I’m not! Grandma Eleanor, she…” Cassandra shrieked, cutting me off. “Elara! You can’t have kids, and now you’re cursing Grandma Eleanor to die!” “…No wonder heaven wouldn’t let you get pregnant. It was afraid you’d give birth to someone as malicious as you are!” I trembled with rage. Caleb held Cassandra tighter, looking at me with disdain. “Elara, you really are crazy. So your poor old grandma from the countryside died, huh?” “Fine! Tomorrow, at Shen Corp Bio-Tech’s IPO launch, I’ll make you my wife publicly! Is that enough?!” “The expert said it would cleanse you of all that bad luck. So you’d stop talking nonsense!” “And it’ll show everyone how charitable the Shen family has been with you, our foster child!” After saying this, he couldn’t be bothered to look at me again. He carefully helped Cassandra leave. As Cassandra turned her back, her eyes held an unreadable expression. The hospital room door slammed shut. My lips slowly curved into a tearful smile. Tomorrow night. That’s when your nightmare begins. The next day, at the city’s wealth forum, Caleb stood backstage. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. “Hello?” he answered impatiently. “Mr. Shen!” his assistant almost cried. “About the funeral…” “I’m busy right now!” Caleb cut him off directly. “Just find some ditch and bury that old woman from her family!” He quickly hung up. The assistant called repeatedly, the phone buzzing in Caleb’s hand. He casually turned his phone off and tossed it onto the sofa. As the press conference was about to end, Caleb walked out, his arm linked with mine. Everyone praised us as a perfect match, saying Mr. Shen’s had his secret beauty hidden away for years, and now he’s finally decided to show her off! Just then, my image suddenly appeared on the massive 4K surround screen. My clothes were disheveled, and I was surrounded by several burly men: “Gentlemen, how about we play something more exciting?” “I know a special method, that can help Elara serve you better.” The camera suddenly cut to a more private, even more indecent scene. Every detail of me writhing under a man, groaning softly, was captured in perfect clarity. My face was shown in extremely high definition, while the men on top of me were always cleverly hidden in the shadows. The entire banquet hall fell silent instantly, then exploded into chaos! “How many men has she… slept with?!” “Is she some kind of… escort? Has Mr. Shen been duped?” Caleb’s mother, a socialite who rarely bothered with anything, now had wide, furious eyes. She delivered a resounding slap across my face: “You disgusting wretch! I will never allow you to marry into the Shen family!” Filthy insults filled the hall: “So promiscuous, she must be riddled with diseases!” “Damn! She’s definitely trash, whoever touches her is cursed!” The waves of ridicule from below grew louder and louder. After a long silence, Liam’s voice was hoarse, but firm: “No matter Elara’s past, or what she becomes in the future, I, Liam, will marry no one but her in this lifetime.” “I love her, and I will love all of her.” The sounds of pity and curses from below continued for a long time: “Mr. King is young and promising, but it’s a shame he’s completely blinded by love.” “Exactly, that promiscuous woman, probably riddled with diseases, is she even fit to step foot in the Shen family home?” Caleb’s eyes were firm and determined as he tried to slide a ring onto my finger. I ripped my hand away, grabbing the microphone in front of me. “You want to marry me, but have you even asked if *I’m* willing?” Caleb’s face instantly darkened. He tried to snatch the microphone from me. “Elara! Are you crazy?! Assistant! Get Mrs. Shen out of here first!” I sidestepped his hand.
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