My boyfriend came home late from working overtime. While tidying up his clothes, I accidentally discovered a proposal document. The title on the cover of the proposal was blinding. “How to PUA Your Girlfriend and Make Her Willingly Become the Other Woman”. But my boyfriend forgot that I am a medical student. One of my senior peers once made it onto the news. She stabbed her cheating scumbag of a boyfriend over 20 times, each stab missing vital organs, ultimately causing him only minor injuries. 1 The thin sheets of paper in my hand felt heavy, weighing me down until my fingers cramped and my breath stopped. I flipped through the pages with trembling hands until I reached the end. My gaze finally fixed on the end of the document. There was a pink lipstick mark there. Beside the lipstick mark was a line of elegant script. [Pregnant women are so ugly. Thanks, Sloane Vance, for being my surrogate.] My fingers tightened instantly: “So that’s how it is. That’s how it is. No wonder Julian Sterling begged me to be a surrogate. “I thought this was a research project for the department. I never imagined it was for me to help carry his child with someone else!” I lowered my eyes, shifting my gaze to the right leg of my pants. The shape of the right trouser leg was a bit bulging. Inside was a prosthetic limb. This leg was broken to save Julian back then. My heart throbbed with pain. I clutched my chest and leaned against the wall. 2 Julian and I met in medical school. Calculating, we have been together for more than ten years. He is the youngest attending physician in the hospital. When mentioning him, no one fails to praise him, calling him “young and promising”. But his title of attending physician should have been mine. If not for the car accident to save him that day. How could I have become disabled? To the extent that he replaced me in the recommendation quota for professional title promotion. But now, he demeans me to the dust. Treating me as a reproductive robot! 3 I tore the paper to shreds and turned my head to look at a closed door inside the house. On the first day moving into the new house. Julian forcibly demanded an empty room. And repeatedly requested that I must not enter this room. If it were before. Out of respect for men, I certainly wouldn’t intrude. But now, hehe… Red-eyed, I burst into the room. 4 The air in the room was turbid, with a smell similar to heather flowers. My brows knitted tightly as I turned on the light. The moment the light came on, photos covering the entire wall came into view. I stared blankly at the girl with a brilliant smile on the white wall. That was a woman who looked five or six parts like me. I recognize her… She is Bella Chen, a resident physician who just transferred here the year before last. My gaze continued to move. I suddenly discovered that the photos on the photo wall were patterned. It clearly recorded the whole process of the woman from childishness, to immaturity, and finally to maturity. “I became a substitute?” My whole body trembled uncontrollably. I, Sloane Vance, loved Julian miserably, but not to the extent of being shameless enough to become someone else’s substitute! Holding back my anger, I scanned the surroundings and suddenly noticed a yellowed diary on the table. The style of the diary was a bit old. It looked quite old. As if possessed, I opened that diary. 5 [January 1, 2014 Sunny. I met someone in university today. A woman who made my heart palpitate. I stepped forward in large strides, only to discover with disappointment. This woman was not Bella Chen, but another woman who looked a bit like her. Her name is Sloane Vance.] A ticking sound came to my ears. I knew it was the sound of my heart bleeding. I continued reading with a wooden face. [January 2, 2014 Rainy day. Miss, really miss Bella Chen so much. I really want to possess her, make her Julian Sterling’s exclusive item! It’s a pity Bella is not in our school. Forget it, I plan to capture that woman named Sloane Vance. I will vent all my love for Bella Chen onto her! After all, if I really get Bella, I wouldn’t bear to see her get hurt.] [February 1, 2014 Sunny. After one month of inquiry. I know the general information about Sloane. She has no father, or rather— She is a test-tube baby! Good, very good. I probably know this woman’s weakness. She lacks love…] [February 14, 2014 Sunny. I found some people from society to block Sloane forcefully. Although the process was a bit tortuous, I could clearly feel. The way the woman looked at me became different. Hahaha, sure enough, the plot of a hero saving a beauty has been an excellent routine since ancient times.] My fingertips holding the paper trembled slightly. I will never forget Valentine’s Day in 2014. Because it was on that day. I was dragged into a small woods by someone and almost lost my virginity. Never imagined. This nightmare that makes me dream back at midnight turned out to be Julian’s handiwork! I took a deep breath and continued flip the pages masochistically. [March 1, 2014 Rainy day. I succeeded. I successfully conquered Sloane. The taste of this woman is delicious. It’s a pity she’s like a log in bed, with no expression. Sure enough, she is just a substitute after all. She is far inferior to Bella. Bella is so sunny, so cute, so positive and upward. Completely two extremes with this wooden beauty Sloane! Sigh, if not for Sloane looking extremely like Bella. And I missed Bella too much. Even if this kind of woman delivered herself to the door. I wouldn’t touch her! Moreover, there is one thing about Sloane that disgusts me very much, that is, she was touched by those hooligans. Although I saw blood on the sheets. But I still feel she is very dirty…] [March 4, 2014 Rainy day. I shared Sloane’s photos with the brothers in the same dorm. They all envied me, saying I am a master of love affairs. Even a cold and aloof woman like Sloane can be obtained. With bursting vanity, I smiled disdainfully. I said Sloane just has a good figure. But playing for a long time is actually quite boring. Her expression in bed is even more stiff as hell. I showed her pleasure photos to the roommates for a browse. They all agreed with me, saying it is indeed so.] [March 5, 2014 Sunny I got up very early today. But none of my roommates got up. I naturally know why. A bunch of losers, only dare to face photos. Unlike me, I even got my hands on the real person. What’s good about Sloane? I crook my finger and she will crawl towards me on her own.] I dared not read the subsequent connecting content. With trembling hands, I flipped the diary directly to the last few pages. [March 30, 2024 Sunny. Good news. Bella actually transferred to our hospital! I thought the secret crush in youth would never see the light of day, didn’t expect extreme misfortune turns into good luck! Regarding Bella. I used to be like a rat in the sewer, only daring to lurk in the dark to secretly record and shoot. Now having the opportunity to meet again. I must grasp it firmly! Speaking of which. So dangerous, really so dangerous. So dangerous that I never publicized my relationship with Sloane! Originally I was thinking about whether to make do with her. Now it seems. Sloane only deserves to be a bed partner!] [April 5, 2024 Sunny. Under my tireless efforts. Bella and I “treated each other with sincerity” in the equipment room. She told me. Her mother committed suicide. Her father drowned his sorrows in alcohol all day for this, not returning home all year round. She longs for a new family, but doesn’t want to give birth to children. Because after giving birth, the stomach will have stretch marks, so ugly. Hearing her say this. My head heated up, I replied to her immediately. We can do in vitro fertilization and let Sloane help us be a surrogate! Honestly speaking. After saying this sentence, I regretted it. Because I was afraid Bella would disdain me. After all, I found a substitute. But didn’t expect her eyes to shine, applauding and cheering. Sure enough, my first love is gentle.] Teeth broke the oral cavity, the taste buds senselessly tasted a bit of bloody sweetness. April 5th was the day my leg was broken. Didn’t expect Julian would be so impatient! My eyes trembling, twisted the last page and opened it. [April 5, 2025 Sunny. Bella started urging. After all, a year has passed. She urges me to quickly let Sloane agree to surrogacy. It’s not that I didn’t PUA Sloane. But this woman has a terribly stubborn temperament! Really, what is there to be pretentious about. The current Sloane is just a cripple. Except for me, who else would want her?] I looked at the fresh handwriting, closed the diary dejectedly, just about to put it down. A photo slipped out from within. I squatted down and looked closely. The content above was blinding. That was exactly the photo of Julian and Bella “treating each other with sincerity”… Just then. I accidentally discovered something seemed to be padded under the table leg. I took out all those things and found it was a stack of photos. And these photos were all photos with my “stiff” expressions! A string seemed to break in my brain. “Julian Sterling, what right do you have to humiliate me like this!” My eyes were red as if bleeding, I strode towards the bedroom.

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The “Crown Prince” of New York’s elite circle fell in love with a blind nightclub pianist who “refused to bow to money.” He insisted on dumping me, the financial prodigy groomed by his family. In my past life, to preserve his status as heir, I paid for the blind girl’s eye surgery and kept her as his canary. After regaining her sight and learning the truth, the blind girl fell into depression, miscarried, and became permanently infertile. Years later, the Crown Prince took full control of the Sterling Group and spent two hundred million dollars to marry his “true love.” And I? I was pushed off a rooftop by his own hands. He said, “Your life for our child’s life. We’re even.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past. The Crown Prince was begging to marry the blind girl at any cost. Of course, this time, I chose to grant his wish. 1 I was the ward of the Sterling family, their designated future daughter-in-law. I was also the financial genius they had poured countless resources into cultivating. Everyone in the Upper East Side knew the rule: Whoever married me would become the heir to the Sterling empire. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Caleb Sterling didn’t understand this principle. He made a high-profile public declaration of love to a blind girl who played piano in a nightclub—selling her art, not her body. He recklessly threw money around just to make her smile. He told everyone he met: “Daisy is surrounded by mud but remains unstained. Her clean smile is enough to wash away all the worldliness from my soul.” “Audrey Meng is too smart. Her eyes are always full of calculation. She’s too dirty.” So he insisted on dumping me. He didn’t hesitate to kneel before his grandfather, Chairman Sterling, begging for permission to marry Daisy Song. He completely humiliated me. 2 When I opened my eyes, I was sitting in a private VIP booth at a high-end club. Beside me were my close friends from our social circle. Directly in front of us, Daisy Song was playing the piano, her teary, unfocused eyes filled with grievance and indignation. “Playing like that, and she has the nerve to call it art? She’s far worse than Audrey,” one friend whispered. “Caleb must be blind to fall for such a ‘little white flower’.” “By breaking off the engagement with you, he really doesn’t want the identity of the Sterling heir anymore.” I listened to my friends’ gossip in a daze. Daisy finished her piece. She stood up, bowed to us, then groped for her white cane and walked toward the door, step by careful step. With a click, the booth door was pushed open. Caleb strode in. Startled, Daisy lost her footing and fell off the small performance stage. The fall made her cry out instantly. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks one by one, her lips trembling pitifully. Caleb saw this scene unfold. His handsome brows furrowed deeply. He strode over to Daisy, scooping her up into a protective embrace, his eyes full of distress. Then, he glared at the group of us on the sofa. When his gaze landed on me, it was clearly filled with rage. “Audrey, didn’t I warn you not to trouble Daisy?” “What are you doing now? Gang up to bully a blind girl?” I remained silent. A friend beside me defended me: “We just came here to hang out and happened to catch her performance. She fell because she wasn’t steady on her feet. How does that count as us bullying her?” Caleb didn’t care about facts. He only believed what he wanted to believe. His Daisy was crying, so someone had to pay. Everyone sitting here was heir or heiress to a major fortune. We were all entangled in the web of high-society interests. Only I was different. I was the Sterling family’s ward. A dog by Caleb Sterling’s side. He naturally turned his attack on me: “Audrey, come over here and apologize to Daisy!” In my past life, I apologized. I backed down. I endured. For Caleb and Daisy’s sake, I threw away my dignity. And what was the result? I was pushed off a rooftop by Caleb himself, smashed to pieces on the pavement below. I looked at Caleb and smiled gently. “You’re right. It was my fault today. I shouldn’t have joined the fun to watch Miss Song.” Caleb snorted coldly. “At least you’re sensible.” I continued, “But a verbal apology is so boring. How about I give Miss Song an apology gift?” My friends looked dissatisfied and tried to pull me back. I reassured them, took out my phone, and dialed Chairman Sterling’s number on speaker. In front of Caleb, Daisy, and the entire room of wealthy elites, I spoke clearly, word by word: “Chairman Sterling, I have seriously considered your proposal. Since Caleb is unwilling to marry me, let’s fulfill his wish to be with Miss Song. The heir to the Sterling Group doesn’t have to be him. I agree to the marriage arrangement with your youngest son, Roman Sterling. Let Roman be the heir.” Roman Sterling. The ascetic “Buddhist Son” of the New York elite. For years he had stayed away from women; countless wealthy families wanted to align with him but were rejected at the door. 3 Silence descended on the room. My friends were dumbfounded, looking like they wanted to give me a standing ovation. Caleb’s face turned visibly pale. His grip on Daisy loosened, causing her to sway and almost fall again. “Audrey, what did you just say? You want to marry Roman? My uncle?” I nodded slightly. “Yes. To let you and Miss Song be together, I am willing to step aside. Do you like this big gift, Young Master Sterling?” He stiffened, stammering, “But… the inheritance…” I smiled. “Young Master Sterling, surely you know? Chairman Sterling publicly announced years ago that whoever is my husband becomes the heir to the Sterling Group. If you don’t want to marry me, naturally, the position won’t be yours.” He gritted his teeth so hard I could hear it. My friends smirked triumphantly. “After all, our Audrey is the top female financial wizard in the country.” “The Sterling Group’s achievements today are largely thanks to Audrey.” “If Audrey didn’t intend to repay the Chairman’s kindness in raising her, the Sterling Group would have been hers long ago.” “Congratulations, Caleb. You finally got the beauty. Don’t forget to send us wedding invitations.” “I just wonder how much dowry the Sterling family will offer to marry this Miss Song, who comes from a nightclub but remains ‘unstained by the mud.’” With that, my friends surrounded me, and we left the booth together. The moment the door closed, we heard the violent sound of wine glasses and bottles being smashed inside, accompanied by a woman’s frightened scream. “Caleb treated you like a dog before. It’s a good thing to cut ties with him completely.” “He thought we hung out with you because of his status. Today he finally learned who holds the winning cards.” “Even Chairman Sterling is respectful to you. Who does Caleb think he is?” “We only gave him the time of day because of you. In the future, we don’t need to pretend anymore.” “Let him rot.” 4 News of me breaking off the engagement with Caleb spread quickly through the circle. Almost everyone recognized that Caleb was no longer the heir apparent. This caused Caleb to lose the conveniences brought by the heir’s halo. His black card limit was restricted. The seasonal couture he reserved was no longer released to him first. His VIP elevator access at Sterling headquarters was revoked. In food, clothing, housing, and transportation, he began to feel the gap. “I saw Caleb at ‘Le Bernardin’ today. He was actually holding a buzzer waiting for a table. Can you believe this is the arrogant Young Master Sterling?” “Caleb was kicked out of the Polo Club group chat because he couldn’t pay the annual dues.” “Didn’t Caleb order a handmade Steinway for that blind girl? It’s finished, but he can’t pay the remaining million. Hilarious.” Friends sent messages and photos in our group chat. I looked at them with a slight arch of my brow, feeling little emotion. I just felt the former me was blind. To have actually had feelings for Caleb. Without the decoration of abundant wealth, Caleb was just an ordinary rich kid. Idle, useless, nothing but a pretty face. However, Caleb’s mother dragged Caleb to find me. They sat in front of me in my office—one sipping tea demurely, the other glaring with cold hostility. I said nothing, waiting for them to speak. Mother Sterling spoke first: “After the Old Man received your call, he refused to see Caleb. I understand you felt wronged, so we came to discuss a compromise.” “Daisy is pregnant now. It’s not appropriate for her to show her face in public. Could you arrange a house for her and take care of her expenses?” “As the heir, Caleb can only marry you as his wife. Please talk to the Old Man, stop this stalemate with your own future husband.” Mother Sterling spoke coolly, her words polite but sickening. Caleb was much more direct. He slapped a document on the table. “This is a prenuptial agreement. We notarize our property separately. If we divorce, you don’t get a penny of the Sterling assets. Also, ours will be a marriage in name only. You need to tell Daisy that, make her believe my heart only belongs to her.” “After I become the Chairman, you must withdraw from the company immediately and disappear abroad.” “After signing, you will find famous doctors to treat Daisy’s eyes. When she recovers her sight, I will marry you properly.” I looked at the tyrannical contract in my hand and asked, “What benefit do I get from signing this?” Both were stunned. I continued, “What benefit do I get from marrying you, Caleb?” They frowned. I laughed aloud. “Marry you, let you be the heir, give you the money, cars, and houses. I have to take care of Daisy Song, find her doctors, work myself to the bone, and then be kicked abroad by you? It sounds like I’m lower than a servant.” Caleb stood up, looking down at me with supreme confidence. “At least you get to see me often!” “Audrey, I know you love me.” “Being able to see me often must be a gift to you.” My mouth fell open. Suddenly, I understood why, in my past life, despite all my hard work, I never got a word of gratitude. In his heart, allowing me to look at him was a gift. A gift! I gritted my teeth and smiled. After politely sending them away, I posted the surveillance video of their visit, unedited, on my social media. It immediately attracted hundreds of likes. Friends asked if they could share it. I had no reason to stop Caleb from becoming a national joke. I captioned it: Welcome to like, comment, and share! After two days of brewing, major influencers picked it up. The massive traffic pushed the video to the top of the trending list. [Gift? Does he think he is God?] [No, he thinks he is the God of Wealth.] [The money and power were earned by Audrey. He wants her to sacrifice everything just for his face? Thick-skinned!] [Sister, look at me! I’m a college student, young, cheap, obedient, and I speak nicely!] 5 This matter finally alarmed Caleb’s father. Father Sterling came to my office personally, bowing ninety degrees to apologize. He promised to give me an explanation. That same day, I heard Father Sterling beat Caleb so badly he ended up in the ICU. “When the ambulance came, Caleb was covered in blood and unconscious.” “But he kept gritting his teeth, refusing to apologize to you, saying you were the one who should apologize.” “Father Sterling was furious. He declared he wouldn’t care about Caleb anymore.” “Now Caleb can’t even enter the building. His parents froze all his cards. The circle is waiting to see him crash and burn.” Maybe heirs of other groups saw my value and wanted to network with me, so I always received updates on Caleb. Caleb was kicked out of the Sterling estate. He was now living in Daisy’s rental apartment, which cost three thousand a month. Caleb felt sorry for Daisy and wouldn’t let her work. But Caleb was arrogant; he refused menial jobs and wasn’t qualified for executive roles elsewhere. He was eating through Daisy’s savings. Daisy was pregnant and needed prenatal care, plus money for eye doctors. Caleb was tasting hardships he’d never known. Even so, he stayed with Daisy, refusing to compromise with his family. But Daisy didn’t have such endurance. She went to Mother Sterling, who helped them privately. But Father Sterling found out and cut off the supply. They plunged back into poverty. Daisy, although born poor, had been spoiled by Caleb for years. She couldn’t take the hardship anymore. So, she came to beg me. At the Sterling Group’s new product launch conference. Surrounded by media reporters. She knelt on the floor, holding her white cane, crying like a tragic heroine. She mumbled repeatedly, begging for my forgiveness, begging me not to suppress Caleb anymore. Her pitiful face looked so weak under the flashing lights. I sat in the executive chair, looking like the vicious corporate villain. Cameras focused on me, reporters firing questions: “Is it true President Meng ordered a blacklist on Young Master Sterling?” “Is the Sterling Group now run on your whims?” “Are you destroying him because you can’t compete with a blind girl?” Facing these prepared questions, I frowned slightly. But in two seconds, I relaxed. I realized that no matter how good Father Sterling looked on the surface, he wouldn’t easily give up his biological son. This launch was critical; only insiders knew the time and place. Security was maxed out. Yet Daisy, a blind girl, walked in unhindered to cry. Making me take the blame. It must have been orchestrated. Lucas is too proud. Mother Sterling isn’t smart enough. Father Sterling must have been dissatisfied with the Chairman (Grandpa) for a long time. Grandpa preferred me over Caleb. Now that I rejected Caleb, Grandpa gave up on him too. For Grandpa, there was another, more excellent son—Roman. But for Father Sterling, Caleb was his only hope. Using Daisy to create a scandal and push me into the line of fire was likely his first step. But Father Sterling was still too stupid. I smiled at Daisy. “I know no matter how I explain, people will think I caused Caleb’s predicament. But I never harmed the company. Since it has come to this, I will resign as CEO of the Sterling Group to give you an explanation.” I walked over and helped her up. “By the way, I heard you got your marriage license. This is my second gift to you. I believe Caleb will be able to return to the company soon.” She froze, lips pursed. She didn’t expect me to compromise so quickly. “T-thank you, President Meng!” I shook my head, smiling faintly. “No thanks needed. I wish you two a lifetime…” locked together in hell.

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In my past life, my teacher successfully climbed the ladder by currying favor with me, becoming my stepmother. Who would have thought, after marrying my father and becoming pregnant, she conspired with outsiders to poison me and dump my body in the wilderness just to make the child in her belly the family heir. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. This time, I won’t let her step on me to rise again. I will make her life a living hell, where she begs for death but cannot die. 1 My mother died in childbirth, but my father had no intention of remarrying. It wasn’t because he was so loyal to my mother; theirs was a business marriage with no feelings involved, so there was no need for him to stay chaste for her. He simply felt that since he had an heir, a wife was dispensable. At my one-month celebration, my father announced in front of all the powerful and wealthy families in New York that I was the sole heir to the Gould family. My father spoiled me, almost to the point where if I wanted stars, he would throw in the moon; my grandmother treated me as her precious darling, pampering me as I grew up. But as a child, I still longed for maternal love. When I was five, the family hired a piano teacher named Linda Rose for me. She was gentle and considerate, caring for my well-being, making little me feel a motherly warmth. Who would have guessed, she wanted to gain favor with my father by pleasing me, aiming to become my father’s wife—Mrs. Gould. She drugged my father with an aphrodisiac and had a one-night stand with him. She thought my father would marry her because of this, but she miscalculated. My father was a playboy with many lovers outside. He had seen all kinds of women and all kinds of tricks. Linda’s clumsy method of climbing the ladder had long been seen through by my father, but he didn’t fuss about it, planning to give her a sum of money and dismiss her. Linda was naturally unwilling. She cried to me, saying she would leave me soon. Her meticulous companionship during this time made me depend on her more and more; I couldn’t live without her. I refused to let her go. She took the opportunity to beg me to go to my father, asking him to marry her so she could stay with me forever. My brain was not fully developed at the time, and I was bewitched by her, crying and clamoring for her to be my stepmother. My father was unwilling to marry her, but couldn’t stand my hunger strike. His heart softened, and he agreed. Linda became Mrs. Gould as she wished. But she only got the marriage certificate with my father and it wasn’t made public. She pretended well, caring for me for ten years as if it were one day. I truly treated her as my mother. Later, she got pregnant. To make the child in her belly the heir of the Gould family, she deliberately let me eat almonds by mistake. I went into shock due to a severe allergy. She conspired with outsiders to kidnap me, intending to dump my body in the wilderness. When she had people move me to the trunk, I regained consciousness briefly and clearly heard her conspiracy with the kidnappers. At this moment, I finally saw her true colors, but I was dying from severe allergies without treatment. Although I knew my father would avenge me, I was still very unwilling to die like this. Fortunately, heaven had mercy and gave me a chance to be reborn and kill my enemy with my own hands. Before dying, a white light flashed before my eyes and I fainted. A pleasant yet cold male voice came to my ears, very familiar. I tried to open my eyes and saw my father letting me nestle in his arms, playing with my chubby little hand, looking coldly at Linda who was kneeling on the ground, speaking casually: “I don’t know what potion you gave Smoke (Yan Yan), making her insist on you being her mother, but since my daughter asked, I will agree.” Linda looked embarrassed, trying to argue: “Mr. Gould, you must be joking. I sincerely like Miss Smoke, and I sincerely like you too. How can you say I gave Miss Smoke a potion?” My father looked impatient: “I don’t care if you are sincere. Since you want to be Mrs. Gould so much, I will fulfill your wish. But remember, your reliance in the Gould family will always be Smoke. You said you sincerely like Smoke, so in the future, you must do your best to please my daughter.” “Otherwise, I will make you fall from the clouds back into the dust.” Linda’s face turned slightly pale, and she answered in a low voice, “Yes.” I rubbed my eyes at the right time and called out softly: “Daddy.” Seeing me wake up, my father instantly withdrew his fierce expression, responding gently: “Daddy is here. Smoke is awake, are you hungry?” I nodded gently. My father patted my back lightly, stood up holding me, and was about to walk to the dining room. At this time, Linda got up, trying to follow closely and calling my name: “Is Smoke hungry? Do you want Teacher to feed you?” But she was stopped by the butler before taking a few steps. I ignored her, just buried my head and rubbed against my father dependently. My father stopped, looked back at the butler lightly. The butler immediately understood, waved to a few servants standing in the living room. They stepped forward, covered Linda’s mouth, and dragged her out. Linda was startled, struggling in panic to make the servants let her go. But to no avail. My family’s servants were trained, not only stronger than ordinary people but also skilled in restraining people. Soon, crisp slapping sounds and Linda’s screams came faintly. The butler warned her coldly: “Unruly thing, daring to act on your own in front of the master. Relying on shameless climbing into bed to become the Miss’s mother, yet daring to overstep. Today I will teach you the rules properly, make you remember this lesson.” “Continue hitting, harder!” Although my father agreed to let her into the Gould family to take care of me, she only occupied a nominal title, actually a more decent nanny. Moreover, Linda bewitched and plotted against me; my father would not let her off lightly. He inevitably had to teach Linda a lesson to establish authority for me. In my past life, Linda was also slapped by the butler to establish rules. It was precisely because she was deterred by my father’s ruthless means that she pretended well for ten years until she got pregnant. Thinking she had the confidence to rely on, she couldn’t wait to kill me. I sat on the high chair slowly drinking porridge. My father occasionally picked some dishes for me. I looked up and smiled sweetly at him: “Thank you, Daddy!” My father touched my little head happily. Linda, I’d like to see if you can still be a wealthy lady steadily without my mediation this time. The next day, I woke up in a luxurious princess bed. The room was pink everywhere, plush toys and Barbie dolls filled the cabinets. It wasn’t hard to see that I, the only daughter of the Gould family, was very favored. I stood in front of the mirror. The child in the mirror looked exquisite and lovely, only her eyes were deep and cold. Linda wanted to be a wealthy lady with everything going her way. I wanted her to look at the immense wealth in front of her but never be able to touch it, making her a shameful servant for life. Voices came from downstairs. “Where is the Miss?” It was Grandma, Grandma came. “The Miss is still sleeping upstairs, hasn’t got up yet,” the butler replied respectfully. “Then let her sleep a bit longer. Children always sleep a lot.” “Bring that shameless woman who climbed into bed here. I’d like to see what kind of extraordinary goods she is.” In front of Grandma, I was a perfectly obedient baby, a considerate little cotton-padded jacket. I would ask for her opinion in advance whatever I wanted to do. Except for this time, compared to other spoiled second generations in wealthy families, even if I was a bit arrogant, I appeared obedient and refined. Over time, everyone in the circle knew I was a good child. Anyone would praise the good family style and the child’s obedience. Servants from various families passed it on, so that outsiders talked about me with praise, saying why their daughters-in-law didn’t give birth to children as easy to raise as me. Grandma listened with a face full of joy, smiling from ear to ear. After my mother died in childbirth, she did intend for my father to remarry, but my father had a rebellious nature and didn’t listen. He only wanted an heir; gender didn’t matter. Moreover, his marriage with my mother was a business alliance. Before they got married, they had already signed an agreement that my mother would only give birth to one child, and regardless of gender, this child would be the sole heir of the Gould family. No matter how much my grandma wanted my father to remarry, she couldn’t help it if he disagreed. Besides, blatantly urging marriage would cause a rift between the Gould family and my maternal grandfather’s family. So, even though I was a girl, not a boy, my grandma, as a patriarch who favored boys over girls, might have dissatisfactions, but I was her biological granddaughter and won face for her. She found me pleasing to the eye no matter what. Since I was so favored, Linda suffered. She used dirty means to occupy the position of Mrs. Gould and plotted against a mentally immature five-year-old girl like me. My grandma would inevitably not recognize her in the wealthy circle but would torment her severely. In my past life, whenever Grandma wanted to torment Linda, I would always act spoiled to divert her attention, allowing Linda to escape safely many times. But this time, she was in for a treat. I quietly hid at the corner of the stairs observing. She was wearing a white dress, looking haggard, eyes red, cheeks swollen, looking very pitiful. Linda stood tremblingly, afraid to speak. Grandma, dressed nobly and decently, lowered her eyes slightly, blew gently on the tea in her hand, took a sip, then put the tea down gently, lifting her eyelids to look Linda up and down. “You are Linda Rose? A petty look, thinking of flying up the branch to become a phoenix, you should also weigh how much you weigh, whether you have the fate to enjoy it.” She stood up and walked close to Linda, pulled the white dress on Linda, glimpsed the Hermes label on it, showing ridicule and disdain: “Enjoying wearing designer clothes, right? Didn’t have the chance to wear them in the first half of your life, now you put them on easily as soon as you come, you must be uncontrollably proud in your heart.” Linda shook her head in terror denying it, keeping her head down. My grandma continued: “Smoke is a child of my Gould family. For your own rise, you dared to target her. Truly not knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, very bold.” “I tell you, you definitely can’t enjoy this wealth, but you are destined to suffer this torment.” Grandma turned and sat back on the sofa, shouting: “Nanny Chen, come in.” A somewhat plump but very capable middle-aged woman walked in. She was an old servant by Grandma’s side. Grandma should want her to stay here to supervise Linda. In my past life, Grandma also let Nanny Chen stay, but I refused adamantly. However, Grandma said Linda could only stay if Nanny Chen stayed. “Linda, didn’t you say you like Smoke? Want to be my granddaughter’s mother? Then from now on, you are responsible for taking care of Smoke’s daily life. Nanny Chen will teach you well how to do it and supervise you. Don’t think of playing tricks on my granddaughter, being clever. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.” With a pig-head face, Linda widened her eyes and asked in disbelief: “Isn’t there a nanny? Why do I have to take care of her personally? Moreover, I have already got the marriage certificate with Mr. Gould. I am his wife, how can I do such things?” The corner of Grandma’s mouth curled up in disdain: “Wife? You weren’t married in properly. What are you? A lowly thing thinking of being the master? From today on, the nanny at home will become you. If you are willing to serve my granddaughter well, then you can stay in this house. Otherwise, I will have someone throw you out. At worst, let my granddaughter cry for a few days.” Linda agreed timidly, daring not to express dissatisfaction anymore, holding her breath tight. My grandma picked up a mobile phone on the table. That flashy phone case was obviously Linda’s. Grandma opened a social platform on her phone, which was full of Linda intentionally or unintentionally showing off her wealthy life. Frowning, she questioned: “This is your phone, right? Our Gould family is not for you to show off. If you don’t know your place again, I don’t mind letting the butler teach you rules again, adding a few more scars to your beautiful face.” After speaking, the butler stepped forward raising his hand to slap her. Linda staggered back a few steps in fear, nodding repeatedly saying she dared not anymore. My grandma snorted coldly and turned to go upstairs to see me. I quickly ran back to the room, pretending not to be awake. After the people in the living room left, Linda dared to relax, exhaled a long breath, slumped on the ground, and sobbed softly. “Smoke.” Grandma walked in lightly and sat by my bed, patting the quilt gently and calling me softly. I popped my head out of the quilt, with two tufts of cowlick on my messy head, raising a smiling face obediently: “Grandma.” Then subconsciously reached out to the old woman in front of me. Grandma’s heart melted at my smile, hurriedly hugging me along with the quilt. “Oh my, my good granddaughter, our Gould family’s good granddaughter.” Then, she took off the large pearl necklace around her neck, playing with it in her hand to amuse me. I giggled cooperatively. “Nanny Liu cooked porridge for Smoke, and Smoke’s favorite shrimp dumplings. What does Smoke want to eat? Grandma will have them bring it up or Grandma carry Smoke down to eat?” “Smoke wants to eat here, want to eat a big bowl of shrimp dumplings.” I gestured with a smile. Grandma smiled with wrinkles, touching my head: “Okay, okay, our Smoke can eat as much as she wants.” I lifted the quilt to get out of bed to wash up. Soon a servant came in with a bowl of shrimp dumplings. Grandma fed me one by one. The shrimp dumplings were so delicious my eyes narrowed. In my past life, since Nanny Liu’s son and daughter-in-law took her away from the Gould family to enjoy happiness, I rarely ate shrimp dumplings because others couldn’t make Nanny Liu’s taste, even if Nanny Liu wrote down the recipe for the new nanny at home. Grandma saw me eating with relish and asked tentatively: “Smoke, do you like that Teacher Linda very much? Can you tell Grandma why you like her so much?” My chewing slowed down. After swallowing the shrimp dumpling in my mouth, I blinked my round apricot eyes and said softly: “Yes, I like her very much. Children in kindergarten all laugh at me for having no mother, while Teacher Linda makes me feel like I have a mother. She is beautiful and gentle. I want her to stay with me all the time.” The eyes of the well-maintained noble lady in front of me instantly turned red. Looking at the child’s bright eyes, the longing for a mother in her eyes was fully revealed, and her heart stung slightly. It was her fault. Smoke lost her mother since childhood. Her father managed such a big company and rarely had time to come back to see her. Among children with both parents, she was always like an anomaly. Clearly every time Smoke saw other children surrounded by parents, her eyes would overflow with strong envy, but she didn’t care, which allowed that cheap Linda to exploit the loophole. But to not let me find out, she held back tears and said with a smile: “It’s… Grandma’s fault, letting Smoke suffer so much grievance…” Before Grandma finished speaking, she broke down in tears, big tears falling into the bowl, her body trembling slowly, with some sobbing. I extended my warm little hand to cover her face, followed by the sound of gentle blowing. “Grandma don’t cry, Grandma don’t be sad.” “Smoke blows for Grandma.” “Hoo hoo…”

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On the day I filed for divorce, I awakened the ability to read minds. I heard my usually cold and distant husband crying pitifully in his heart: “What to do! Wifey doesn’t want me anymore! But I don’t want a divorce, boohoo!” I was confused, but when I opened my eyes again, I was back in my sophomore year of college. He was still the campus hunk who coldly rejected my confession, but his heart was cheering with joy: [I love seeing Baby about to cry, she’s so cute I could die.] In a fit of anger, I tore up the love letter I wrote for him and threw it into the trash can. Now, it was Julian Gu’s turn to panic. 1 “Let’s get a divorce.” At the dining table, I said this to Julian Gu with apparent calm. In reality, my heart ached dully with every breath. He didn’t even lift his eyelids: “Eat your food, stop making a scene.” I smiled self-deprecatingly. Perhaps in Julian’s eyes, whatever I do is just making a fuss out of nothing. It wasn’t until I handed him the divorce agreement I had drafted long ago that he froze. “If there are no problems, just sign it directly.” He stared tightly at the four big words on the cover, his clenched fingers trembling. I thought he must be overjoyed. After all, four years of college and five years of marriage, for these nine years, I clung to him like a plaster, chasing after him. If I hadn’t been persistent and pestering, he would never have agreed to marry me. Julian’s annoyance with me had long penetrated his bones. And in these five years, I also tasted the bitterness of a forced melon not being sweet. I also recognized a reality: Julian doesn’t like me, and no matter how hard I try, he won’t like me. So I felt that this self-deceiving dream should also wake up. Julian’s thin cool lips parted slightly. Just when I thought he was going to say “Okay”, a sudden cry came to my ears! [Ahhh, Wifey doesn’t want me anymore, what to do what to do? Waiting online, very urgent urgent urgent urgent! [Did I make her angry? Or is she on her period, in a bad mood? [No! I calculated, it’s not her time yet… [Then why is it, boohoo!] Me: “?” 2 I widened my eyes in astonishment! This voice was actually Julian’s! But he has always been cold to me. Even if I begged bitterly, he wouldn’t call me intimately like this. Not to mention he wouldn’t take anything about me to heart at all, and never initiated intimacy after marriage. How could he remember my period so clearly?! Auditory hallucination! Must be an auditory hallucination! But the next second, that voice exploded again: [Should I pretend to choke on food and die, let Wifey take me to the hospital, to delay time? [But what to do after going to the hospital? Boohoo! [Better go break a leg. It takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons, delaying one day is one day?] Now, I was completely confused! Because I was sure Julian indeed didn’t open his mouth. So, all I heard were his inner thoughts? Simply like a completely different person! I hesitated, just about to tentatively speak, when my vision suddenly went black. 3 “If it’s a love letter, forget it, I won’t accept it.” The boy’s pleasant but temperature-less voice came into my ears. I opened my eyes, looking at this familiar campus, shocked to find myself back in my sophomore year. And at this moment, I was pinching a pink love letter in my hand. Nineteen-year-old Julian Gu stood right in front of me. He lowered his eyes, looking at me with the same condescending arrogance and indifference as before. I finally remembered, this was the second year of my crush on Julian, the day I gathered courage to confess to him. “Why aren’t you speaking, hmm?” He raised his cold eyebrows slightly at me, but his inner voice sounded again: [Ah, Baby isn’t going to drop little pearls (cry), is she?~ [Love seeing her look after being made to cry, really so cute, boohoo! [Strange, why haven’t her eyes turned red yet? [Red ones would look more like an aggrieved little rabbit, looks so kissable.] A bold idea flashed by, and I exploded instantly! Could it be that Julian actually likes me too? Just that his mouth says no but his body says yes, only pretending to ignore me on the surface?! Then all these years, my pestering, my various sacrifices, didn’t they look more like a clown in his eyes? 4 Now, my eyes really turned red. Only not from grievance, but from anger! Seeing this, Julian’s expression didn’t change, but his inner voice started to panic. [Eh, something’s wrong, why does Baby look a bit angry? [Or… should I agree first? [What if she gets angry and never comes to find me again…] He pursed his thin cool lips, one hand in his pocket. As if making some difficult decision, he extended his other hand towards me. “Fine, I can accept your love letter, but it doesn’t mean I will accept your feelings.” I held back the urge to chop off his paw, gritted my teeth and sneered: “Who said this is a love letter for you?!” His gaze paused, puzzled. The next second, I tore the envelope in my hand to shreds. “Blocking me from throwing trash. “Idiot.” I walked past him and threw the paper scraps into the trash can behind him. The air became quiet at this moment. I heard Julian’s breath hitch. [Baby tore the love letter… for me?] “Crack—” Sounded like knuckles cracking. I dared not look back, fleeing in panic. 5 School cafeteria. I held chopsticks, sat there in a trance for a long time, Finally digested the fact that I returned to campus and was eight years younger. And judging by Julian’s reaction, I should be the only one who came back for now. “Jojo (Jiaojiao), look quickly, photos on the confession wall!” An exclamation interrupted my thoughts. Roommate Linlin sitting opposite handed her phone to me. Don’t know who secretly took these photos. Julian Gu’s face was full of panic. As cool as he was when rejecting me, he was as wretched now manually digging through the trash can. The comment section exploded. Everyone was guessing what exactly could make the hunk of A University so desperate. Only I noticed a touch of pink in one of the photos and scoffed coldly. Strong man (playing tough), what was he doing earlier? “Something that can make Julian care so much must be very important, I think.” Linlin rested her chin on one hand, sighing with emotion: “In terms of looks, ability, or family background, Julian is outstanding among the best. It’s not an exaggeration to call him the favored son of heaven. “He has seen too many dazzling things. So something that can catch his eye and make him care so much must be extraordinary.” I thought of these years by Julian’s side. Except for my sincere heart, I seemed to have nothing presentable. Pity that sincerity is the least valuable thing. 6 I smiled self-deprecatingly: “Important or not, once thrown into the trash can, it’s trash.” “That’s not it!” The boy’s cold voice refuted anxiously, and my wrist was caught. I subconsciously looked up, crashing into those obsidian-like eyes. The moment our eyes met, his gaze trembled fiercely, and he let go of his hand in panic. [Can’t, dug through trash can… can’t touch her. [But I washed myself many, many times. [Will she dislike me for being dirty?] I was really speechless: “Do you have business?” Julian stared at me tightly, the corners of his eyes actually slightly red. “Not trash…” “What?” He moved his lips, I couldn’t hear what he was saying clearly. Immediately after, he took out that love letter covered in tape. “Look, I taped it well.” After speaking, he looked at me with expectation in his eyes. I raised my eyebrows slightly. The love letter was torn very finely by me. It was indeed not easy to restore it like this. Except— “Something written for my dog, you like it that much?” I turned my face cold and retorted unceremoniously. Julian’s expression paused, next second: “Woof…?” Me: “6 (Speechless/Awesome).”

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My sister is the vicious supporting female lead. My brother is the crazy villain. I am the silly sweet girl raised by them single-handedly. At a party, my sister was leading her mean girls squad to tear apart the female lead. Carrying my backpack, I barged into the hall. I slapped my failed math test paper into her arms: “Sis, the teacher wants me to call you to school.” The malicious smile on my sister’s face froze. Holding my test paper, she broke down: “This is the ninth time this month you’ve been called to bring a parent!” At a business negotiation, my brother had wolfish ambitions. He was about to sign an overlord contract to swallow the male lead’s industry. I pushed open the door of the lounge, handing a game console to my brother. Ignoring the tense atmosphere in the entire conference room, I said: “I can’t pass this level again. Brother, beat this level for me first.” My brother picked me up with one hand onto his lap, sighing helplessly while holding me: “Baby, this game is not suitable for you.” He said: “Brother will acquire a new game company tomorrow, specifically to make games for you to play.” 1 Since I became conscious. I knew I lived in a world of masochistic love centered around a hero and heroine. But unfortunately. I wasn’t born well. Less than half a year after I was born. My parents both died tragically. I was raised by my brother and sister. When I was ten and learned to read. I realized that the sister who went crazy every day helping me with homework. Was the primary vicious supporting female lead in this world. And the brother who indulged and pampered me without a bottom line. Was the biggest villain boss in this world. 2 The hero and heroine are the center of the world. Anyone who opposes the hero and heroine will definitely not have a good end. My 10th birthday was celebrated with my brother and sister. When making a birthday wish. I looked at the gentle and beautiful sister on the left, and the young and handsome brother on the right. They surrounded me holding a cake. In their eyes, there was only me. No matter how vicious and cruel my brother and sister were outside. But in front of me, they were the people who loved me the most in this world. —I didn’t want them to meet their destined tragic ending. I wanted to do my best. To save them. 3 But I am really stupid. It seemed that Mom and Dad gave all the IQ to my brother and sister. At a young age, my brother created his own business empire. Solved the family’s economic problems. And provided us with a prosperous life. My sister is especially good at winning people over. She has a beautiful and bright face. From childhood to adulthood, suitors have been endless, surrounded by men and women chasing after her. But unfortunately. My brother fell for the heroine who didn’t belong to him. My sister fell for the hero who didn’t belong to her. 4 I sat in the passenger seat of my sister’s supercar, resting my face on my hand and sighing. My sister was driving and even reached over to ruffle my hair messily. “What’s wrong again? Didn’t understand math class again?” I turned helplessly to look at my sister: “Ethan Chen isn’t as handsome as brother, nor as rich as you. What exactly do you see in him?” Ethan Chen is the destined hero of this world. My sister heard me mention his name. Raised an eyebrow slightly, pinched my cheek: “Actually worrying about my business?” She said: “Take care of your own studies first.” “How many times have I gone to parent-teacher meetings for you, lost face so many times, and been criticized by your teachers so many times.” 5 Before she finished speaking, she didn’t even give me a chance to protest. Directly turned the car around: “I have something to do tonight, can’t accompany you to do homework.” She said: “I’ll send you to brother’s company.” I lowered my eyes and hugged my backpack tightly. —I knew what she was going to do tonight. She has many bad friends, and easily knew the heroine’s movements as soon as she returned to the country. The white moonlight heroine returned. My sister is going to give someone a display of authority tonight. I propped my chin and sighed heavily again. The supercar made a smooth U-turn and stopped downstairs at my brother’s company. 6 My sister got out of the car and opened the passenger door. Seeing me sitting motionless in the passenger seat, she bent over and smiled at me. “What are you dazing for?” She scratched my chin. Pulled my hand to get me out of the car, and put the backpack on my back. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you upstairs.” She held my shoulder. I paused, saying I could find the way myself. “You go,” I looked up at the red strap long dress on my sister. She is so beautiful, why did she fall for Ethan Chen. My sister was indeed anxious. Picking me up from school and sending me here, it was already dusk. She straightened my wrinkled collar again. Instructed worriedly: “Then I’m leaving. Go upstairs quickly to find brother, let him order food for you.” I hummed a yes, standing in place watching her look back three times every step until she finally drove away. As soon as her car drove out of the end of this road. I immediately hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow the car in front. 7 When the taxi drove me away from downstairs of the company. Through the window, I actually saw my brother lazily carrying a suit jacket, coming out from the entrance. Behind him followed several assistants in suits running. Assistants bowed and scraped behind him. And my brother’s face was cold and severe, eyebrows sharp. Naturally had an aura that kept strangers away. He was really sensitive, perhaps sensing my scrutinizing gaze. Actually looked up towards me. I immediately lowered my upper body, hiding under the window. At the same time, the phone vibrated lightly in my arms. It was a message from my brother: Baby, where are you guys? Followed by another one: What do you want to eat tonight. Seems my sister told him in advance about sending me over. I turned off the phone, pretended not to see. Now, I have to find my sister first. 8 My sister learned driving from my brother firsthand. At 17 or 18, my brother was a regular on the racing track. When they didn’t carry me, they drove with a reckless madness. So even if I urged the taxi driver to chase closely. Was easily thrown off by my sister’s supercar. When I arrived at the star-rated hotel in the city center, the lights inside were bright, it had already started. The security guard at the door stopped me outside. Said I didn’t have an invitation and wouldn’t let me in. I was afraid my sister was already bullying the heroine inside. Really no way out. I could only bring out my brother. Fortunately, my brother often instilled in me the domineering concept that I could walk sideways in the city. Fortunately, my brother also had shares in this hotel. After bringing out my brother, the manager came out specially. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he welcomed me respectfully. But I really had no leisure to deal with him. Carrying my backpack into the hall, I started to stand on tiptoe looking for my sister. No way, even for height, I didn’t inherit my parents’ genes. My brother’s height approaches 6’3″, my sister was already 5’9″ when she just became an adult. And I, until now am not even 5’5″.

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Julian Reed and I were childhood sweethearts. I had a stepfather, and he had a stepmother. We depended on each other as we grew up. He said he liked to wander, so I wandered with him. I thought we would be together forever. Until, in that dilapidated rental apartment, I saw Julian shirtless with my own eyes, bending down to pick up another woman’s underwear. I asked him why. He didn’t answer, just told the woman to get dressed and leave. After a long time, he said he wanted freedom. And I was his biggest lack of freedom. The day he left, I gave him a kite. I said, “I wish you freedom.” 1 I had imagined the scene of my reunion with Julian countless times. But I never expected it to happen under these circumstances. The hospital called me using Julian’s phone, saying he had been in a car accident and asked if I could come. Only then did I learn that Julian had returned to the city at some point. In the bustling metropolis, the streets were still busy even in the early hours of the morning. I rushed to the hospital, asked for Julian’s bed number, and hurried over. In a not-so-spacious single room, a woman with a good figure stood by the bed with her back to me, her tone coquettish: “Julian, I was the first to rush over to visit you. Aren’t I good to you?” “Yeah, you’re the best to me.” The familiar voice rang out. I stood frozen on the spot, blinking, and withdrew the hand that was about to push the door open. Julian and I hadn’t been in touch for a few years. The breakup was heart-wrenching back then, but time has always been a healing medicine. Now when I think of him, my emotions rarely fluctuate. But hearing that familiar voice suddenly, I realized that maybe it wasn’t that I didn’t love him anymore, but that the feelings were too heavy, forcibly sealed away by me. I didn’t dare enter the ward. I asked the nurse for Julian’s hospitalization number and paid his fees. After leaving the hospital, I parked my car on the roadside and smoked for a long time. I had been a good student and a good girl since childhood. Smoking was the only bad habit I inherited from Julian, learned only after breaking up with him. Work pressure has increased over the years, and so has my addiction to smoking. After finishing half a pack, my mind wasn’t any clearer. Instead, I choked on the last puff and coughed violently. How pathetic. I leaned against the steering wheel and smiled bitterly. Logically, I should have appeared in front of Julian looking glamorous, saying “Long time no see” casually. But I didn’t even dare to look at him with my own eyes. Just hearing his voice made me flee in panic. Maybe I am a bit cheap, loving nothing more than offering my sincere heart to be trampled on. 2 I secretly visited Julian a few more times later and asked his attending physician about his condition. Julian’s ward was lively. No matter when I went, there was always someone by his bed, men or women, chattering away. This was expected. Julian had been popular since childhood. Wherever he went, people would soon gather around him in a circle. He had always been the center of attention. The last time I went to the attending physician, the doctor rubbed his temples with a headache: “Actually, the patient in Bed 2 isn’t seriously injured, just a minor fracture and a mild concussion. He’s recovering very well. “I know you care about him, but can you send a representative to ask about his condition? Otherwise, I have to repeat the same thing five, six, seven, eight times a day. Isn’t it affecting other patients’ families consulting about conditions?” I didn’t dare say I wasn’t actually a family member, so I could only apologize repeatedly and back out of the doctor’s office. Then I made eye contact with Julian, who was walking in the corridor. Three people were with him: one holding the IV drip, one supporting his arm, and another following leisurely. It looked quite like stars surrounding the moon. I also heard Julian say with disdain: “I’m injured, not crippled. Can you let go of me? I can walk by myself!” As soon as he finished speaking, he saw me. I only hated that the hospital corridor was too wide, leaving my panic and awkwardness nowhere to hide. Standing there for a while, I finally spoke first: “Long time no see.” “Julian, who’s this?” Julian looked at me, his expression indifferent: “Someone from my hometown.” “Looking so affectionate, I thought it was your ex-girlfriend.” Julian and I had depended on each other for over twenty years. I wore his only down jacket; he wore my only scarf. We shared a plate of egg fried rice and slept under the same quilt. Now, we were just people from the same hometown. I clutched my phone tightly and turned to leave. Julian stopped me: “Wait.” He asked if I had paid his hospitalization fees. “I saw the call log with you on my phone. The hospital called you, right?” Julian said. “Are you still using that bank card? I’ll transfer it directly to you.” “No need.” I refused. “If anything, I should transfer money to you.” Julian paused. “I spent so much of your money back then, I feel quite embarrassed. Give me a card number, I’ll pay you back.” Hearing this, Julian’s friend laughed: “Thinking of paying back after so many years? So insincere? How much interest do you plan to give?” Julian glared at that person, his expression cold. “Ignore him.” Julian said, “No need to pay back.” I scratched my head and said, “I have to pay it back.” I never had a psychological burden using Julian’s money before. I accepted everything he bought me as a matter of course. At that time, I felt we were family. His money was mine, and when I made money later, it would naturally be his. But since we’ve separated, financial dealings should be settled clearly. 3 Julian didn’t give me his card number, but I still went to the bank to print a statement. The next day, I gathered my courage and went to the hospital with the bank card. But Julian’s ward was empty. Actually, I knew Julian wouldn’t accept it. I just wanted an excuse to see him again. But he didn’t leave me a single chance. Once he discovered my presence, he vanished without a trace. Sometimes I couldn’t help wondering what I did wrong. I never threw tantrums or made scenes with him. Just how much did he hate me to avoid me like the plague? “Compared to manipulative scumbag women, men actually hate submissive love-brains more. Like a plaster you can’t shake off, clingy and disgusting.” In the bar, my friend downed her cocktail in one gulp and poked my forehead: “Talking about you, love-brain! “Sometimes I really want to dissect your brain to see its structure. How can you be so devoted and unrepentant to a man rotten to the core!” I held my glass and refuted her seriously: “First, I’m not a love-brain. Except for Julian, I’ve never loved another man in my life. Second, Julian isn’t a rotten person. He’s especially good.” My friend rolled her eyes in disgust: “Seriously, I thought after so many years you’d at least sober up a bit. Didn’t expect you haven’t changed at all. Hopeless. Suggest burying you alive.” I smiled and stopped refuting her. Every friend of mine has scolded me for not being clear-headed. I also explained to every friend that I’m not unclear-headed; I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not a love-brain. Julian was really, really good to me before. “Every love-brain says that. But look at what Julian did? Cheated, two-timed, hooked up with another woman in your rented apartment, blocked your number. You begged him to reconcile, waited at the bar entrance for a whole week, and he didn’t even show his face.” “You don’t understand. Without Julian, not only would I not have gone to college, I wouldn’t even be alive today.” I downed half a bottle of wine. My alcohol tolerance has grown over the years, but mixing red, white, and beer tonight made me a bit tipsy. I lay on the bar counter, pulling my friend’s arm and pointing at the male dancers dancing hotly in the center of the dance floor: “My tuition and living expenses for four years of college were earned by Julian dancing night after night like that. “He could earn six thousand a month back then. Five hundred for rent, five hundred for living expenses, and the rest was spent on me. “He actually got into college, but my parents didn’t want to pay for my education. Julian said, anyway, the college he got into wasn’t good, so he wouldn’t study. He went to work to support me. “After college graduation, my parents wanted me to marry someone for the dowry. Julian borrowed from all his friends to gather the dowry money. “So I am Julian’s wife. He paid the dowry; I’m going to marry him.” The music was still noisy, but my friend seemed drunk, lying beside me without a word. I was quiet for a long time, then said: “So, actually, it’s normal for Julian to want to leave. I, this burden, dragged him down for too long.” 4 My friend was drunk unconscious. I downed the last half bottle of wine and scanned the code to pay. When I stood up, my gaze accidentally swept across the bar entrance, and my pupils dilated instantly. It was Julian! He wore a low-key black hoodie and a mask, but I still recognized him at a glance. He didn’t see me and walked straight to a lively booth. Someone cleared the center seat for him to sit. I saw Julian take off his mask and casually accept a beer handed to him. A young woman leaned close to Julian with a smile, saying something to him. Julian nodded absently, responding casually. Before, I never got jealous. I was too certain. I felt nothing and no one could separate Julian and me. I knew Julian’s charm clearly, but was also incredibly confident in his loyalty to me. When did it start? The fact that Julian didn’t love me anymore. I still remember after Julian said he wanted to break up, he never returned to the rental apartment. I went to the bar where he worked to find him, called every friend of his, even ran to their homes asking if they knew where Julian went. I sent him many messages, wanting to ask what went wrong with our relationship, if we could talk properly, and I would change whatever needed changing. I said I didn’t mind him playing with other girls, asked him not to be angry. Later, I only worried about his safety. I said he didn’t need to reply to me, just reply once to let me know he was safe. Finally, I really had no choice. At 3 AM at the bar entrance, I sat on the steps cold all over, holding the phone with both hands, typing the message word by word with stiff fingers. [I agree to break up. Go home, let’s deal with the apartment.] Ten minutes later, Julian appeared beside me. So he had been there all along. Standing not too near nor too far, looking at me coldly. At that moment, I felt as if I had never known him. Julian rented that apartment. He said he would leave soon and had prepaid three months’ rent. I could continue to live there or discuss ending the lease with the landlord. He left very decisively. When leaving, he just carried a black backpack containing his wallet and ID. He took nothing else. I walked him downstairs, still wearing the couple pajamas we bought together at the wholesale market. I handed him a small kite charm and said with a smile, “I wish you freedom.” Julian, do you feel free enough now?

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After collaborating with the nation’s hottest heartthrob, his obsessed fangirls dragged me so hard I almost quit the industry. Drunk and scrolling through hate comments during a livestream, I finally snapped: “Leo Sterling? Please. He’s nothing. I trained that guy like a puppy back in the day.” “If he wanted to be my dog now, I’d have to think twice!” The haters lost their minds, calling me a clout-chaser. Until one day, a grainy video from my elementary school playground surfaced online. It showed a ten-year-old me, confidently walking two boys across the grass on literal leashes. One of them was the untouchable A-list star, Leo Sterling. The internet imploded. 【Is this really our brooding, high-cold king?】 【Holy hell, he’s actually panting for her. Get this girl a training manual!】 1 Back in the day, I was the undisputed queen of the playground. In elementary school, we had “Pet Responsibility Week.” The teachers asked us to bring in small animals to learn about care and commitment. Everyone showed up with cute goldfish or tiny turtles in plastic terrariums. My parents, however, were total germaphobes. They wouldn’t let a single stray hair in the house, let alone let me bring a living creature to school. Watching the other kids show off their bunnies and lizards made me so jealous I actually started sobbing. There was a new kid sitting next to me—pale, skinny, and incredibly shy. His name was Leo. He had brought a tiny hamster. Seeing me devastated, he whispered, “Do you… do you want to pet him?” That only made it worse. I wailed louder. He panicked. “Don’t cry! I didn’t mean to make it worse!” The whole class was staring. He looked terrified, like he’d committed a crime. “Please stop crying,” he pleaded. “If it helps… I’ll be your pet. Okay?” I sniffled. “For real?” He nodded solemnly. “For real.” “What kind of animal do you like?” I thought about my neighbor’s Golden Retriever—the way it always ran up to lick my hand. “A dog,” I said. “I like dogs.” Leo took a deep breath. “Fine. I’ll be your dog.” 2 Once I had my “dog,” I became insufferable. I’d tell everyone, “Look, this is my pet.” Leo would stand obediently behind me, head down, letting the other kids stare in shock. “That’s just a boy,” one kid mocked, holding up a turtle. “Is your dog as cute as my turtle?” I lost it. “Who cares about cute? Can your turtle bark? Does it understand English?” I took a piece of candy from my pocket, tossed it across the yard, and patted Leo’s shoulder. “Go get it, boy!” Leo’s ears turned bright red. He hesitated, then trotted over, picked up the candy, and placed it in my palm. “Good boy!” I ruffled his hair and smirked. The other kid looked like he was about to cry from envy. “Whatever,” he muttered. I wasn’t done. I gestured to the ground. “Sit!” Leo obeyed instantly, squatting next to my leg. He nudged his head against my hand and gave a soft, “Woof.” I unwrapped a chocolate and fed it to him. “Such a good boy.” Leo’s thin face flushed red. He took the chocolate and leaned against my leg, treating me like his entire world. The crowd was stunned. A dog that could talk? The turtles were suddenly trash. Leo was the perfect pet. He’d sit when told, and he’d even lick my hand if I told him to. Soon, other kids were approaching him, asking if he’d be their dog too. Leo, usually quiet, would look up from his notebook with a cold gaze. “Get lost,” he’d snap. My heart soared. He only had one owner. To reward him, I gave him all my snacks. “Since you took my snacks, you’re officially mine forever. No other owners.” He blushed, clutching the cookies. “Then you’re only allowed to have me,” he whispered shyly. “Deal!” I didn’t notice my cousin, Austin, standing by the door, looking absolutely horrified. 3 After school, Austin blocked my way. “Why do you give him all the snacks? I’m your cousin!” “Second cousin,” I reminded him. He didn’t care. He literally dropped to the sidewalk. “I want snacks too! It’s not fair!” “What do you want, Austin?” I groaned. He stood up, hands on his hips. “I want to be your dog too!” I couldn’t get rid of him, so I agreed. To earn his treats, Austin went full method. He found an old rope, tied it around his neck, and handed me the end. “Walk me to school tomorrow,” he commanded. At ten years old, I saw zero issues with this. I walked Austin the next morning. He was committed—crawling on all fours, sniffing the grass. I held the rope, trying to keep up. Passersby stared in absolute silence. I didn’t know what those stares meant yet. I just felt famous. When we arrived, a crowd gathered. “Another one?” a girl asked. “What about Leo? Are you dumping him?” I felt a pang of guilt. “No, Leo is still my dog.” Austin jumped up. “No! I’m the only one!” The kids cheered. What a loyal hound! I looked at Leo, who was standing nearby, looking hurt. “But I like Leo too…” Austin leaned in and whispered, “You don’t want your parents to know you’re ‘keeping pets’ at school, do you?” I froze. My germaphobe parents would kill me. “Please don’t tell them,” I begged. “Then tell me. Who’s the best dog in the world?” “You are.” “And who do you love the most?” “You, you, you!” Leo was never loud. He’d buy me sodas and rub my shoulders after gym class. All for a single piece of candy. Austin was a husky; Leo was a purebred. “So,” Austin grinned. “Who gets the snacks today?” “You,” I sighed, heartbroken. “All of them.” The crowd went silent. I turned around. Leo was standing there in his white polo, his eyes red and brimming with tears. “Are you replacing me?” he whispered. 4 The crowd gasped. I felt like a cheater. “You’re heartless!” a boy yelled. “You’re a bad person!” Soon, the hallway was packed with kids watching the drama. “I’m not replacing him!” I yelled. Austin barked, “Tell her, and I tell your parents!” Leo twisted his fingers, teary-eyed. “Mistress, please say something.” It was chaos. I wiped my forehead and pointed at both of them. “Fine! You both want to be my dog? We’re going to the track. Whoever runs the fastest stays!” Leo and Austin locked eyes. What happened next became legend. Even today, people in this town talk about the “Great Race.” It was a beautiful day for a dog walk. Leo and Austin had their leashes on. They were on all fours at the starting line. I held the leashes, and hundreds of students lined the sidelines. “The Dog Queen is holding tryouts!” someone shouted. A student even recorded it on a phone. I walked them to the start. The crowd chanted: “Dog Queen! Dog Queen!” I dropped the ropes. “Go!” Leo looked at me. “If I win, I’m your only one.” “Deal,” I said. He bolted. They both did. It was hot, so I went to the shop to get an ice cream and sat under a tree. After a while, I saw our teacher walking toward the track with a very elegant woman. “My Leo is so shy,” she was saying. “I worry he doesn’t express himself.” The teacher laughed. “No way! He’s leading a ‘pet competition’ right now.” The mother looked relieved. “Leo is so sensible. Not like the other wild kids.” Just then, a roar erupted from the track. The teacher and the mother turned just in time to see two figures fly past. Leo was in the lead, hands and feet blurring, running like a machine. The mother’s face turned white. Is that… my son? The teacher was speechless. “Nora Miller!” the teacher barked, spotting me. “What is the meaning of this?” I nearly dropped my ice cream. In the distance, Leo crossed the finish line. He sat on the grass, panting, looking for me. When he saw me, he lit up. He scrambled over on all fours, faster than a bullet. “Mistress!” he chirped happily. “I won! I’m your only dog!” Leo’s mom fainted right on the spot.

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My stepsister tricked me into drinking a protein shake spiked with her own blood—a dark ritual to steal my beauty. She replaced me, becoming a top supermodel, while I withered away—bloated, disfigured, and blacklisted from the industry. My stepmother didn’t stop there. She placed a cursed cactus in my bedroom, an occult object designed to siphon my luck and life force. The harder I worked, the worse my life became. I lived in a nightmare until the day I was struck by a truck on 5th Avenue. But when I opened my eyes… I was back. Back to the night my stepsister handed me that silver tumbler for the first time. I took the shake—the one meant to swap our faces—and secretly poured it into the soil of the very cactus my stepmother used to drain my luck. In this life, if I’m going down, I’m taking every single one of them with me. 1 “Harper, sweetie, I warmed up your milk. You’ve been working so hard, drink up and get some rest!” Hearing Tiffany’s voice sent a violent shiver down my spine. In my previous life, this glass of milk was the beginning of the end. My mom passed away when I was very young. Not long after, my dad brought home a new woman, Brenda. And her daughter, Tiffany, who was only a few months younger than me. At first, they played the part of the perfect, supportive family. But everything changed after graduation. I was scouted by a top agency and quickly became an international supermodel. Tiffany was consumed by jealousy. She found a psychic who taught her a dark ritual: using her own blood as a medium, mixed into my nightly milk, to slowly swap our bodies and faces. She stole my runway, earning millions and basking in the spotlight. I was left with a face covered in cysts and a body that gained weight no matter what I did. I lost my career. To ensure I never recovered, Brenda placed a “Luck-Vampire Cactus” in my room to drain the energy of whoever slept there. No matter how hard I tried, I met with nothing but failure. I was a walking corpse until that accident sent me to the ICU. In the hospital, Tiffany leaned over my bed and whispered the truth. “Harper, I hated you. I hated that you were born with everything—the looks, the money, the attention—without even trying.” “But it doesn’t matter now. Mom and I took your dad, and now we’ve taken your beauty, your fame, your fortune… everything.” “Oh, and guess what? Next month, I’m not just walking in the Global Gala… I’m getting engaged to your boyfriend, Chad.” “Too bad you won’t be alive to see it.” My damaged heart couldn’t take the shock. The monitor flatlined. Tiffany pretended to scream for help, and my world went black. “Harper?” Tiffany’s voice pulled me back to the present. I looked up. Under her mask of concern, I saw the hidden malice and anticipation. I suppressed my rage and took the cup. “Thanks, Tiff. I’ll drink it in a minute.” I watched her leave and locked the door. I turned around and poured the cursed milk directly into the soil of the luck-stealing cactus. Since this milk is infused with her blood, I imagine this evil plant will find it much more… appetizing than just my presence. In this life, let’s see what happens when two parasites try to feed on each other. 2 A few minutes later, Tiffany couldn’t wait to check on me. Seeing the empty cup, she couldn’t hide her grin. Her eyes, already squeezed shut by the fat on her cheeks, practically disappeared. She volunteered to wash the cup. When she opened the kitchen door, the smell of grease hit me. Tiffany was making late-night fried chicken. Honestly, Tiffany took after her mother. Brenda was petite and decent-looking, so Tiffany shouldn’t have been unattractive. But when they first moved in, Brenda wanted to assert dominance. Any gourmet food went straight to Tiffany. To mock me, Tiffany would gorge herself in front of me. “Dad bought me this pudding! Sorry Harper, he didn’t get one for you. Don’t be mad!” At dinner, if I touched a ribeye steak, Tiffany would act like a victim. “Dad, back home, Mom always let me have the whole steak. Does Harper have to take everything?” My dad, who hated conflict and felt my late mother was too strong-willed, sided with them to feel like a “man.” He ordered that I eat leftovers only after they finished. For a child, life is about food and play. Tiffany’s gluttony grew unchecked. She became obese. When we hit our teens, she started obsessing over my figure. She convinced Dad to let me eat at the table, but only so Brenda could cook greasy, sugary bombs to sabotage me. But I was already modeling. I ate strict agency-approved meals. They couldn’t touch me. In my last life, I saw her eating fried chicken at midnight and tried to warn her. “Weight loss is about consistency. Eating this late ruins your metabolism.” She just gave me a mysterious smirk. “Harper, I don’t care anymore. I believe in destiny. Maybe one day I’ll just wake up skinny. Don’t you think?” Now I knew. She knew the swap was coming. Every calorie she ate would end up on my hips. I walked into the kitchen, pretending to be tempted. “Is that fried chicken? Can I have a bite?” Tiffany panicked and covered the plate. “No! Harper… you’re a model! You have to watch your figure!” I looked down, acting sad. “That warm milk really woke up my appetite. But you’re right. Maybe you should stop making me milk. It makes me crave junk food!” She froze. The milk was the only way to mask the taste of her blood. As I turned to leave, she shouted, “Wait! I’ll make you a keto-friendly dessert!” She spent an hour making a complicated coconut egg white pudding. She even got yelled at by Dad for using the mixer so late. I ate it with satisfaction. “If I have this after my milk every night, I won’t crave junk.” She forced a smile through gritted teeth. “Sure… I’ll make it for you every single night!” 3 Half a month passed. Every night, I took the spiked milk and fed it to the cactus. Every night, Tiffany slaved away making me gourmet diet desserts. She was tired, but happy. She thought she was feeding her future body. To keep up the act, I used makeup to create fake spots on my face and started wearing a mask at home. The cactus began to assimilate her. Her bumpy, acne-ridden skin started to smooth out, becoming glossy and green-tinted. Her body shape changed—not just thinner, but… flatter. Like a succulent. She stopped eating grease at home to avoid tempting me, so she binged outside. The cactus on my desk grew rounder and oilier every day. I eavesdropped outside her room. “Mom! The Psychic’s stuff is working! I lost 20 pounds this week!” I smiled. She didn’t notice she wasn’t just losing fat; she was losing her human shape. Tiffany continued, “But Harper’s career is still going up, even though her face is getting messy. Is your cactus working?” Brenda replied, “Patience! She’s a top model; it takes time to drain that much luck. But look at me! I’ve been winning scratch-off tickets all week! Small amounts, but I never win!” Tiffany sighed. “Mom, get me a charm too. I’ve been so unlucky lately.” Of course she was. The cactus was drinking her blood every night. Tiffany had been tripping over nothing, dropping her phone, losing keys. The day Brenda won $200, Tiffany got food poisoning and soiled herself on the subway. She was mortified. “I haven’t gone to work in days!” “Who cares about work?” Brenda waved her hand. “Once you have Harper’s face, you’ll make millions just by standing there!” They began fantasizing about mansions, cars, and kicking my dad to the curb. I turned to leave, but then I heard a name. “I’ve been online dating Chad for months. Once I’m skinny, I’ll meet him in person and leave Harper with nothing!” 4 In my last life, I never suspected Chad. He was my college sweetheart. When I got “sick” and ugly, he drifted away. I thought it was natural. But hearing he was engaged to Tiffany in the ICU? That was a setup. He had been cheating for a long time. Fine. Let me give him a little push. I texted Chad: 【Babe, I don’t know what’s happening. I’m gaining weight and my face is breaking out. I might have to quit modeling. What should I do?】 Usually, he replied instantly. This time, the “typing” bubble appeared and disappeared for minutes. Finally: 【Harper, are you just tired? Don’t give up so easily. Modeling pays so well!】 I pushed harder: 【If I quit, will you support me?】 Radio silence. A moment later, Tiffany entered my room. “Harper, did you fight with Chad?” Her tone was concerned, but she was smirking. She was impatient because I wasn’t falling apart fast enough. I frowned. “None of your business.” She giggled. “Harper, if you lost your beauty and job, would Chad still love you?” “Oh, don’t get me wrong! I just mean… a guy like Chad has plenty of options. If you don’t work hard, someone might take your place.” She spun around, showing off her “new figure.” I squinted. She looked like a flattened croissant. She took my empty milk cup. “Cherish these days, Harper.”

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I had just closed a ten-million-dollar deal. The entire compound was popping champagne and lighting fireworks. Suddenly, the Young Master stormed into the compound, an assault rifle in hand, and pressed the cold barrel against my forehead. “Who the f*** taught you to flirt with eight men at the same time?” Trembling in terror, I pointed a shaking finger at the man next to me, who was calmly lighting a cigar. “Your dad.” The Young Master: “So, it was you who made her play with my feelings?” His Dad: “So, this ten million dollars… you scammed it from my son?” 1 In the damp, gloomy basement, I was clutching my phone, playing hard-to-get with the man on the screen. “Stop contacting me. I’m getting married.” “If I fill the gap in your father’s company funds, does that mean you don’t have to marry that other guy?” “What do you take me for? I wouldn’t take your money even if I were selling my body on the street.” “You’d take that other guy’s money but not mine? What does that mean?” “You’re different.” “Don’t give me that bullshit. If you don’t send me your account number tonight, we are done. I’m blocking you immediately.” I feigned helplessness, typed out the offshore account number, and added a final hook: “Even if you send it, I won’t touch a cent. If you force me, I’ll kill myself.” After sending that, the sound of glock slides racking echoed around me. Several guns were pointed at my head. I felt like my head would be blown off in the next second. Then, the software chimed: Received $1,500,000. The compound boss, Victor, slammed his hand on the desk. “That’s a wrap. Light the fireworks.” Only then did my soul return to my body. I immediately blocked and deleted the contact saved as [Bryce / 6’2″ / London / Rich & Lonely]. 2 Outside, the roar of fireworks was deafening. In the office, people surrounded me. “Chloe, you’re a legend.” “You just became our Top Earner in one shot.” I smiled awkwardly. “Honestly, he was just easy to trick.” They started analyzing the ‘kill’. “True, that idiot was dumb as a rock. Wiring over a million without even meeting?” “What do you guys know? Single parent home, studying abroad, just went through a breakup. People like that are starved for affection. Buy him a Starbucks and he’d probably die of gratitude.” “I wonder what kind of moron father raises such a moron son.” Hahaha. The room erupted in laughter. Victor knocked on the table to summarize. “Indeed, a total moron.” He stood up, grabbed a stack of cash, and shoved it down the front of my shirt. “Tomorrow, your team leader Shane will take you to the mall. Don’t worry about saving me money.” I clutched my chest. “Thank you, Boss.” But Victor didn’t let go. His rough hand moved recklessly inside my clothes. The others acted like they saw nothing, continuing to joke. I was covered in goosebumps, about to give up resisting, when— “Boss, another whale just came online.” Team Leader Shane walked over with a phone. Only then did Victor reluctantly pull his hand back. After they left, I walked back to the basement, still shaken, carrying a piece of cake. The moment I opened the door, a broom handle smashed into my face. “You sell out your own people! Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!” I didn’t care. I even forced a smile. “Anyone want some cake?” They rushed me, slapping me wildly. “Another family ruined because of you, and you have the nerve to eat cake?” “We’d rather starve to death than eat that blood-soaked cake.” They knocked the cake onto the dirty floor, calling me a bitch, a traitor. They didn’t stop until I hit the emergency bell and Shane arrived. After that, they didn’t dare touch me. I cursed at them—starving for two days and still having that much strength—while picking the cake up off the floor. I ate the whole thing, then went to sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I saw the last message from the man I scammed: “I love you. Please don’t die.” But right after he sent it, the message turned into a red exclamation mark. He must be regretting everything right now. 3 When everyone was asleep, I pulled out a burner phone hidden inside my mattress. I sent screenshots of all the chats and transfer records to a strange number. The reply came quickly: “Are you injured?” “No. I can go to the mall tomorrow.” “Tomorrow, 12:00 PM. By the flagpoles. White van.” “Okay.” I stared at the phone for a few seconds, then typed: “Can I bring the other girls?” “Can you guarantee there are no moles for Victor among them?” I couldn’t. I didn’t even dare talk to them for fear of my life. “They will die.” “But this is your only chance to go home.” I stayed silent for a few seconds, deleted the screenshots, and hid the phone. I stared at the ceiling. Thinking of the word “Home,” my heart skipped a beat. I tried to trace the letters in the air, but my hand was shaking too much to write. My fingers brushed against the tally marks scratched into the wall. I sighed. The girls in my room had changed eight times already. The current batch arrived a month ago, lured by high salaries for customer service or livestreaming jobs. When they realized it was a scam factory, they protested, cried, and refused to work. I knew their fate all too well. Either you scam, or you end up in the Red Light District. If you still don’t listen, one needle in the arm turns you into a slave to your own addiction. I was different. I was the biggest idiot. I had a legitimate tech job after graduation. The company offered a “team building retreat” overseas as a reward for top performance. Greedy for a free trip, I worked my ass off to be number one. I came, and I never left. To stay alive, I used to close small deals—a few thousand here and there—just to meet the quota. But last month, I overheard Victor and Shane. Victor said my numbers were too low. He was planning to sell me to another syndicate. I didn’t want to die. I just wanted to go home. 4 I didn’t sleep a wink. The next day, I wore my nicest dress and got into the van with Shane. Shane looked decent, handsome even. You’d never guess he was a scammer. But to sit in the Team Leader’s chair, his hands couldn’t be clean. He put a black hood over my head as soon as I got in. There were a few other “top earners” in the van. They were excited. I didn’t say a word. My fingernails dug into my palms, cold sweat trickling down my neck. After buying a few random clothes, I sat in a café by the window, staring at the flagpoles in the plaza below. Shane sat opposite me. “What are you looking at?” I jumped. “Just… that kid dropped his ice cream and is crying. Kind of funny, isn’t it?” He followed my gaze and warned me, “Don’t even think about wandering off.” “I used to cry for three days if I dropped my ice cream.” He looked like he wanted to say something, but his phone rang. His expression turned grave as he answered. He glanced at me. My heart sank. I had a bad feeling. While he was distracted, I slipped into a lingerie store next door. I grabbed a few items and ran into a fitting room. I locked the door immediately. I pulled the phone from my bra and texted the number. “Can you come early?” “Something’s wrong.” No reply. I was frantic. Suddenly, a knock on the door. Shane’s voice. “Chloe, we have to go.” “Okay, coming!” My heart was in my throat. I texted again: “Please, pick me up now. They are making me leave.” Reply: “The van is 30 minutes away.” “30 minutes is too late.” I couldn’t stall for thirty minutes. The knocking got louder. “Chloe, what are you doing? I’m breaking the door down.” My scalp went numb with fear. “The zipper is stuck! Just a second!” I started stripping off my clothes while waiting for a message. Reply: “We have to wait for next time.” I lost it. “My grandparents won’t survive until next time.” Just as I hit send— BANG! The door was kicked open. Shane walked in. His eyes scanned me for a few seconds, then checked the fitting room. Confirming there was no other exit, he threw the clothes at me. “Put them on.” “I’m watching.” I was already naked before he entered. Being watched by a man while changing is humiliating, but in this hellhole, shame is a luxury we can’t afford. I had accepted my fate long ago, but I still couldn’t stop my face from burning red. Terrified he would find the phone hidden in the pile of clothes, I was shaking the entire time. After I put on the lingerie, he finally spoke: “Take the black set. It suits you.” “Okay.” He finally turned his back, letting me finish dressing, then dragged me out. The others were waiting outside. Seeing me and Shane walk out of the fitting room together, with my face flush red, they exchanged knowing looks and dirty smiles. Shane paid, and we were herded back to the van. In the car, Shane suddenly said, “You all know what to say and what not to say, right?” The group nodded in unison. “We’re all men here, blood runs hot. We understand.” “Leader, we get it.” Shane didn’t explain. I had no energy to explain. I stared at the spot by the flagpoles. The white van never came. I felt like my soul had died. 5 The moment we got back to the compound, Victor grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into his office. He slammed me onto the desk. “So the million dollars you scammed… it was from my son?” I was confused. “I don’t know.” “He didn’t tell you his name is Bryce White?” “He just said his name was Bryce.” I raised my hands to block his fists. “You taught us! When working the overseas market, never ask for real names. It looks unprofessional.” I survived this long because I have a degree in Creative Writing. I graduated with honors. I never thought I’d use it for catfishing. Victor froze for a second, veins bulging on his forehead, then backhanded me across the face. “Who the f*** taught you that?” I shook with fear. “Shane… It was Shane.” Great. Now both Shane and I were in for a beating. As for why I threw Shane under the bus… I admit, it was personal. He shouldn’t have watched me change. He’s just Victor’s dog. I was beaten until my face was covered in blood, then thrown back into the basement like trash. I found out later the money had cleared the night before. Victor only found out today. His son transferred a million dollars out of his account, and he was furious. Victor is a sophisticated monster. He usually kills with elegance. This was the first time I’d seen him lose control. Honestly? It felt a little good.

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I was burying myself in work when a friend request popped up on my phone. [Hi. Guess who.] [Don’t be so cold.] [Fine, I won’t disturb your class. It’s Lucas Asher.] My finger froze. I frowned and typed back: [Stop playing jokes. My husband is already dead.] [W-what?! You’re calling me husband already?!] The person on the other end only seemed to register the word “husband,” sending a string of shy emojis. Impatient and angry at someone impersonating the dead, I hit the video call button. I wanted to scream at them. The call connected. A flushed, panicked teenage boy appeared on the screen, wearing a Saint Jude’s Prep blazer. I froze. “Husband?!” The person on the other end… was Lucas Asher from ten years ago!!! 1 I slammed the “End Call” button. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart hammering against my ribs. The boy on the screen—his face was red as a ripe tomato. His eyes dodged the camera, but they were full of hope. He looked like he was living a dream he never thought would come true. How is this possible? My fingers trembled as I typed a message. [Are you… really Lucas?] [Of course!] He replied instantly, his excitement piercing through the screen. A second later, another text popped up. [Why aren’t you in your uniform? The Headmaster is doing dorm inspections tonight. You’ll get written up.] “Dorm inspections”… for me, that was ten years ago. I took a deep breath and typed slowly. [Because where I am, it is October 24th, 2025.] The typing bubble paused. A moment later, Lucas sent a giant question mark. [???] I stared at the screen, hesitated for a second, then typed the truth. [I am your wife. I am Elena Vance from the year 2025.] The other side fell into a weird silence. 2 I didn’t wait. I video-called him back immediately. Lucas’s face appeared on the screen again. The tips of his ears were bleeding red, his voice shaking. “You… you’re actually my wife?” Sure enough, compared to “2025,” the word “wife” was what panicked him the most. I rested my chin in my hand, smiling at him. “Don’t believe me?” He gulped and looked away. “You’re making it up…” “You have a mole on your inner thigh. Every night, when things get intense, you force me to look at it.” “?!” “And when that happens, the low groan you make is actually quite sexy.” Lucas practically boiled over. He looked like a cat that had been splashed with hot water. Even his neck turned pink. “You—” He wanted to call me shameless. But then he realized something… technically, he was the one doing those things! He choked on his words, looking like he wanted to cry. “I… I am so shameless!” 3 “You’re not shameless. You had a crush on me for three years before you dared to say hello. You’re very disciplined.” I smiled, enjoying the sight of the mortified boy on the screen. Lucas covered his face with his hands, silent. After a long time, he whispered, “What about you?” “What?” “Do you… look at me every day because…” His voice trembled. He tried to muster up the courage but still didn’t dare look me in the eye. “…because you like me too?” I paused, falling into memory. Ten years ago, Elena Vance wore thick black glasses and ran between classrooms. A typical nerd. Lucas, on the other hand, was the school’s golden boy. We had zero intersection. The only connection? He always stood by the school gate. And every time I walked in, I glared at him. Please. He was the only person in the entire school who scored higher than me in Calculus. He didn’t even study hard, yet he beat me every time, forcing me to be eternally second place. Who wouldn’t be mad? But this silly boy… He mistook my hostility for longing. 4 Looking at the shy boy on the screen, I couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. I deliberately changed the subject. “So, when did you start liking me?” “W-who said I like you?!” Heh. The innocent puppy wants to play tough? I casually selected a few carefully posed “thirst trap” photos from my gallery and hit send. [Stop staring at that stolen ID photo every night. Look at these instead.] The screen on the other side went chaotic. Click. He hung up. The chat remained silent for three full minutes. Lucas was probably steaming, his brain short-circuiting. Finally, clutching a tissue to his nose, he sent a voice message. His voice was so tense it cracked. [I… I don’t look at it every night!] A second later, realizing he just admitted to looking at it some nights, he frantically deleted the message. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stand up straight. 5 From that day on, I logged on punctually every night. I chatted with Lucas for the thirty minutes after his evening study hall. It was the only window our timelines connected. Every night, the puppy would crumble under my teasing, ears burning, shy but stubborn. But during the day, in his timeline, I was still High School Elena with the heavy backpack. I’d walk past him in the hallway, eyes forward, cold and distant. And Lucas? Every time he saw me, he’d steal glances, twisting his backpack straps. He looked nervous as hell, like a criminal hiding a secret. The contrast was addictive. Finally, one night, he couldn’t hold it in. [Where am I? The Lucas from ten years later?] My heart sank. I had slipped up on the first day… had he figured it out? Sensing my silence, Lucas typed carefully. [Is it… do you and Future Me have a bad relationship? Are you separated?] I let out a breath. Kids are easy to fool. I typed quickly: [He’s just on a business trip.] He pouted, his voice message sounding a bit aggrieved. [So when he comes back, you won’t be able to talk to me anymore?] The boy’s voice was clean and clear, filled with tentative hope. I froze. I didn’t expect that question. He was just a green high school boy; how could he say something that made my heart race like that? Before I could reply, another message popped up. [Then… can you secretly spend more time with me while he’s gone?] Great. The puppy has gone rogue. 6 Lucas’s message was still on the screen, carrying the thrill of last night. I touched the glass. The morning light filtered in, casting a warm glow on my desk. Just like the boy who didn’t dare look me in the eye ten years ago. But time never stops. I pushed open the office door. My gaze landed on the framed photo on the desk. This used to be Lucas’s office. At 27, he was a successful, sharp-edged CEO. But since he died, my name is on the door. In the photo, we are smiling sweetly. The picture-perfect power couple. Now, looking at it makes me sick. The secretary’s desk outside is empty. But from her seat, she would have had a clear view of this photo. I chuckled. When Lucas was cheating, did he ever feel guilty looking at this picture? 7 Three years into our marriage, he cheated with his secretary. A girl fresh out of college. That day, he came home early. He stood in the living room, looking at me with complicated eyes, as if gathering courage. “She… she looks like you.” I put down my book and raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” “She… really looks like you.” He paused, then added, “Like you when you were young.” When I was young? I looked at him and almost laughed. “So, you think I’m old now?” I leaned back on the sofa, amused. “Your excuse for cheating is that she looks like me?” Lucas opened his mouth to explain. But eventually, he just looked at me silently, his eyes dark and unreadable. I smiled, mocking him. “You should go back and look at 17-year-old me. I wasn’t nearly as pretty as her.” He didn’t speak. I was too lazy to ask more. That night, I drafted the divorce agreement. The next day, we went to City Hall. But while we were waiting for the final decree, he died. It was sudden. Clean. No last words. We had no children. I was the primary beneficiary. I inherited his company and everything he left unfinished. As for the young secretary, she vanished like smoke after his death. She never caused me any trouble. Now, standing in his office, looking at his legacy, I felt nothing. Everything was exactly as he left it—files open, coffee cup on the corner of the desk. As if he just went to a meeting and would be back any minute. But he wouldn’t. I looked down at the photo frame face-down in the trash can. My lips curled slightly.

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