After chasing my younger boyfriend for three months, I finally got him. Naturally, I couldn’t wait to devour him completely. After booking the hotel and arranging everything, I had an awakening. My hands were still pressed against his abs, but I froze before I could take the next step. My boyfriend looked at me with restraint, whispering, “Chloe.” I smirked and continued what I was doing. So what if he’s the male lead? He’s my boyfriend now. 1 After booking the hotel and arranging everything, I was in a great mood. You have to understand, this was the first time I’d ever chased anyone. It took me a full three months before Caleb finally agreed to date me. But I had to admit, he wasn’t just my type physically; I loved his personality too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent so much time wearing him down. Caleb was cold on the outside, but the moment you teased him, he got shy. His face would remain calm, but his ears would betray him, turning bright red. In the three months I spent chasing him, I got to know him very well. After picking Caleb up, we went to a restaurant for dinner. On the way, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. His eyes were full of indulgence, but the tips of his ears were burning. I chuckled in his ear. “Still so shy? What are you going to do later?” He turned his head slightly to look at me, and his ears turned completely red. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Let’s get out.” After getting out of the car, he subconsciously took my hand, interlacing our fingers. “Boyfriend, make sure you eat well tonight.” Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily, and he squeezed my hand tighter. I chose the restaurant, of course. I casually checked a few items on the menu, ordering things both he and I liked. Then I handed it to him. “See if there’s anything else you like.” As he looked at the menu, my gaze focused on his hands. His fingers were long and distinct, looking exceptionally beautiful under the lights. After dinner, I deliberately strolled around the mall with Caleb for a while before driving him to the hotel. When we got out of the car, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Entering the hotel room and seeing the setup, I couldn’t resist turning back to tease Caleb. “I’m going to shower first. Boyfriend, want to join me?” But I accidentally stepped on his foot. Before I could back away, he wrapped an arm around my waist, and I fell into his embrace. I blinked and tugged at his collar, revealing a bit of his collarbone. I leaned in and touched it. His voice was a bit hoarse. “Chloe…” “Shh, let me see.” As I spoke, my other hand slipped around his waist. Feeling his abs, the corners of my mouth lifted, and I even gave them a pinch. His breathing instantly grew heavy. Before I could react, he kissed me with burning intensity. In that instant, I felt a little dizzy. After a long while, he leaned on my shoulder, whispering my name over and over, his deep, magnetic voice filling my ears. Feeling my ears heat up, I couldn’t help but push him away. “I… I’m going to shower first.” I fled the scene. So I didn’t see him deliberately tug at his collar, a low laugh rumbling in his throat, his gaze fixed on my back with determined possession. After showering, my head felt increasingly heavy. I shook it off and walked out. Caleb dried my hair, kissed the top of my head, and went into the bathroom. My best friend sent a message: [So, did you get him?] I sent back an emoji and a snort, then turned off my phone. 2 When Caleb came out after washing up, his gaze fell directly on me. He strode to the bed, and I got up to push him down, but my smile froze on my face the next second. My hands were still pressed against his abs, but I stopped before I could make the next move. I had awakened. Awakened right as I was about to devour my boyfriend. Caleb was the male lead in a book, and I was just a cannon fodder side character. I deliberately pulled open his bathrobe and gently bit his collarbone. Caleb looked at me with restraint, whispering, “Chloe.” “Do you like me? Caleb.” He looked at me with intense seriousness. “I like you. I like you, Chloe. Very much.” I smirked and continued what I was doing. So what if he’s the male lead? He’s my boyfriend now, not the heroine’s. But I didn’t expect this seemingly cold and ascetic man to be insatiable once he tasted sweetness. I almost died. When I woke up the next day, an arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me. Lying in his arms, I couldn’t help but count his eyelashes. Speaking of which, Caleb’s eyelashes were so long. Before I could touch them, his lashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. Meeting my gaze before I could look away, he suddenly buried his face in my shoulder and nuzzled. His voice was still a bit raspy. “Good morning, Chloe.” I sneered. “Good morning? Why didn’t you think about ‘good morning’ when you were tossing me around last night?” His breath tickled my ear. “Chloe, don’t be mad. I just like you too much. I’ll be good.” Thinking about him being the male lead, I deliberately said, “Remember that. If you’re not good one day, I won’t want you anymore.” His voice lowered, coaxing me with infinite tenderness. “I won’t, Chloe. I’ll always be by your side. Don’t be mad, okay?” I said earnestly, “Then remember what you said today.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll remember it every moment.” 3 Maybe because we had crossed that line, Caleb became extremely clingy these past few days. It was uncharacteristic of him. My best friend, Sarah, laughed. “Of course. You’re in the honeymoon phase. It’s normal. Though I didn’t expect you to stay home for three days before coming out.” I glanced at Sarah, and she burst out laughing. “Don’t look at me like that. Am I wrong?” “But honestly, you have good taste. The guy you picked at first sight is great in every aspect, and he’s clingy. Isn’t that good?” I leaned back on the sofa. “It’s pretty good.” I just don’t know when he’ll meet the heroine and start the plot. Then I, the cannon fodder, will have to hand him over. But before the plot kicks in, I’ll date him for a few months. It’s not like I’m losing anything. As for when the plot arrives, whatever happens, happens. I’ve already got the guy. But I never expected the plot to change so drastically after the heroine appeared. She started shipping me and Caleb as a couple. This made me suspect I had awakened to a fake plot. After all, in the story, they were a match made in heaven. I later realized I had overestimated the plot and underestimated Caleb. But right now, what surprised me was Caleb. His clinginess was inversely proportional to his coldness, and this was the first time I’d seen him this clingy. Honestly, it was a bit novel. Before this, I had experienced his coldness firsthand. Messages were usually one-word replies, and he spoke very little in person. But his sincerity won me over. The colder he was to me, the more addicted I became. And now, his gaze followed me everywhere, as if I were the only person in his world. Seeing each other daily was mandatory, and he loved hugs. I leaned against the wall, watching him wear an apron and chop vegetables in the kitchen. From this angle, his jawline looked exceptionally superior. I went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, scrolling through my phone while watching TV out of boredom. Until he ruffled my hair, looking gentle. “Chloe, time to eat.” My instinctive reaction: “Did you wash your hands?” Caleb nodded. “Yes, don’t worry.” Looking at the food Caleb made, I was still amazed. He didn’t look like someone who could cook, but his culinary skills were far better than mine. After all, the first time I invited him over for dinner, my braised grouper was a disaster. Thinking about it still makes me embarrassed. I should have steamed it instead of braising it. When Caleb ate it, his facial expression management was superb, causing me to lose judgment of my cooking skills. The first bite almost made me cry. The taste was terrible. But Caleb, with red ears, lied to my face. “Actually, it’s pretty good.” “It’s obviously awful. Don’t lie to me. I’ll throw it away.” Caleb stopped me. “Don’t throw it away. I’ll eat it. You bought it specially; I don’t want to waste it.” “And your feelings shouldn’t be wasted by me either.” I have to say, Caleb’s words hit me hard. I pushed my luck. “You say my feelings shouldn’t be wasted, but I’ve been chasing you for so long. Why haven’t you agreed yet?” Hearing this, Caleb stiffened, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes. I teased him. “I like you so much. Don’t you plan to say yes?” Seeing he didn’t answer, I took the initiative. “If you still don’t speak or reject me directly, I’ll take it as a yes.” “You won’t be mad, right, oppa?” Thinking back, confessing next to a disastrous braised fish probably wasn’t ideal. After all, the fish died in vain! But thankfully, pushing him worked, and my confession succeeded. Although, compared to calling him “oppa” or “brother,” I prefer him calling me “Chloe.” Thinking about these things, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Caleb looked at me in confusion. “I was just thinking about when I confessed to you at the dining table, next to that failed braised fish.” Hearing this, the corners of Caleb’s mouth curved up slightly. He patiently peeled a shrimp, dipped it in sauce, put it in my bowl, and spoke the truth. “But to me, that fish wasn’t a failure. It was something you prepared carefully for me. It was a surprise.” “More like a scare.” Today, Caleb made fish too. Steamed fish. I rolled up my sleeves, patiently picked out the bones, and put the meat in his bowl. “This is the taste I imagined. I should have steamed it back then.” Caleb lied with his eyes open. “Pretty much the same. Tastes similar.” Thanks to Caleb’s cooking, I successfully ate too much. After the meal, Caleb wrapped one arm around me and rubbed my stomach with the other. I leaned on his shoulder comfortably. I was about to say something but accidentally brushed his cheek. His ears turned red immediately. I grabbed the hand rubbing my stomach and leaned close to his ear. “Boyfriend, are you that shy? Your ears are red.” I touched them, and my fingers gradually moved to his Adam’s apple. His throat bobbed involuntarily. His voice lowered, as if begging for mercy. “Chloe…” I ignored him and moved to his collarbone. When I realized what I was doing, I felt like a pervert. Because seeing the corners of his eyes turn red actually excited me. I kind of wanted to see him cry. I silently condemned myself, coughed, withdrew my hand, and sat properly, looking like a good girl. Caleb smiled without speaking. He subconsciously hugged me as we watched a variety show. He even found time to wash some fruit and brought a fruit platter, arranged beautifully and very juicy. Before I could eat much, drowsiness hit me, and I yawned involuntarily. Caleb napped with me. 4 When I woke up again, I turned and hugged him, smelling the faint fresh scent on him, the corners of my mouth lifting uncontrollably. He held me. “Awake?” I answered lazily. “Yeah.” A few seconds later, I let go of Caleb, sat up, and lowered my head to kiss him. He reached out to hold me, his movements gentle. After getting up, on a whim, I picked a movie with a tragic tone. I suddenly thought of the awakened plot and couldn’t help but glance at Caleb. Caleb looked cold, but when the ending came, he frowned slightly, then his brow relaxed as if he thought of something. I subconsciously squeezed his hand. “The ending is a bit tragic.” “That’s because he missed too many opportunities. Indecisive, not fighting for anything. He deserved that ending given his personality.” Then Caleb changed the subject. “I wouldn’t be like that with you, Chloe. I wouldn’t give up any opportunity.” I smiled suddenly. “When I was chasing you, that wasn’t what you said. That coldness…” It was a bit addictive. I swallowed the rest of the sentence. Because Caleb looked at me with suppressed love in his eyes. He interlaced his fingers with mine. His voice was deep: “Not anymore, and never will be.” He paused, then continued: “Or if you ever miss how I was before, I can act it out for you.” Seeing his serious look, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Indeed, he knew exactly what I liked. But I have to say, I liked how he was before too. That’s why I spotted him first in the crowd. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. On the way, he specifically stopped to buy dessert and flowers. “Why did you buy these?” Caleb’s hands were on the steering wheel as he spoke casually: “You like them.” When we arrived, he carried the things upstairs for me. After boiling water for me, he washed a vase and filled it with water. In the living room, he unwrapped the flowers and placed them in the vase one by one. Under the light, his long fingers paired with the red roses looked exceptionally beautiful. I pulled out a chair and sat next to him, watching him work. His movements had a fluid beauty. When he finished, I was still a bit dazed. I looked up at him. “I like the way you arrange flowers.” Caleb’s mouth curved up. “I’ll handle the flowers at home from now on.” I nodded subconsciously. The smile in Caleb’s eyes deepened. He placed the vase, cleaned up, and washed his hands. The dessert he bought ended up in both our stomachs. In this regard, our tastes were extremely similar. Before leaving, he poured water, stopped me from walking him out, and ruffled my hair. “Goodnight, Chloe.” Upstairs, I watched his car drive away. I suddenly realized something. Every time I was with him, I felt very comfortable. Just like now, even watching him arrange flowers didn’t feel boring. I only marveled at how beautiful his hands were.

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My high-maintenance, aloof crush suddenly disappeared for a week. Bored, I posted on my Instagram Story: [Hired a hot D1 athlete. Insane body. Venmo me $50 for a pic of his abs.] Unexpectedly, my crush saw it and bombarded me with texts: [Accidental abs pic. live photo] [.] [Wrong chat, can’t unsend.] [The one you mentioned in your story.] [Transfer: $50,000.00] [Can you show me?] [If you like that type, I can do that too.] [Sophie, you’re not replying… are you playing with him? It’s okay, I can wait until you’re done.] [Can I… come over now?] [You can sample the goods first.] 1 A few hours later. Me, seeing the messages: ? I’ve had a crush on Ethan Sterling for three months. This is the first time he’s sent me more than two words. I’m flattered, but… I like what type? Do what? Sample what? Is this the same cold, quiet Ethan I know? I held my phone in disbelief, re-reading the messages. Finally, I lowered my screen brightness, made sure my privacy screen protector was working, and sneakily tapped on the live photo of Ethan’s abs. I played it over and over again. Good lord. What a specimen. And what a… Bargain. Slurp. The inability to unsend after a certain time is truly the greatest invention! Stimulated by the eye candy, I finally connected the dots. Ethan saw my joke about the D1 athlete? But I was just memeing about KFC Crazy Thursday (or a similar viral trend). He… is? Wait, didn’t he say he never looks at social media? A while back, I was obsessed with this Korean BBQ place. I mentioned it to Ethan, and he asked for the name. Thinking I was slick, I replied: “Check my latest Insta story~ The grilled intestines are to die for! Highly recommend!” Ethan replied instantly: “Sorry, I don’t usually check social media.” I froze. I clenched my fists, fingertips turning white. The atmosphere got awkward. I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. But then, Ethan looked at me intently. “Ms. Bennett, I mean… we could just go. My treat this time. You navigate?” His voice was deep, questioning. I felt like my soul was being hooked. I stared at him blankly and nodded. Just when I thought things were going well after that meal… He ghosted me for a week. Vanished from the face of the earth. 2 Ethan was video calling me. Probably because I hadn’t replied for hours, breaking my habit of instant replies. The moment it rang, I instinctively hit decline. I couldn’t exactly tell him I muted his notifications because I was mad he disappeared. Or that I spent the time ignoring him eating KFC with my brother. But Ethan rarely initiates contact. And he sent “benefits.” I quickly typed a lie to cover it up. [Ah, I’m in a meeting at work, can’t video chat right now, sorry!] [Just saw your messages.] [QAQ Sorry, my story was a joke! Don’t take it seriously.] [I’ll treat you to dinner tonight!] [Hehe, returning the favor for the K-BBQ~] As I was typing furiously, my brother, Leo, leaned over and peeked at my screen. He burst out laughing. “Nice. Another victim of the ‘Venmo me $50’ meme.” “Who is this guy? Rich enough to drop 50k to see a D1 athlete?” “From Dubai? LMAO, that’s wire fraud if he reports you…” Leo’s eyes drifted to the contact name at the top of the chat: [Aloof but Hot Future Husband]. His laughter cut off abruptly. I moved with zero frame delay. Before Leo could react, I slapped the back of his head. “Leo! Bennett!” Yes. Leo is my biological brother. And the first victim of my meme. This morning, I saw the trend on TikTok and thought it was hilarious. So I copy-pasted: [Hired a hot D1 athlete. Insane body. Venmo me $50 for a pic of his abs.] My brother was the first to Venmo me $50. “I gotta see what kind of D1 demon makes you, the cheapskate queen, spend money. I need to broaden my horizons.” So I brought him to KFC. 3 Leo rubbed his head, wincing. “Sophie, that contact name is shameless.” He sneered. I was pissed. I grabbed him, ready to slap him again. Leo spun around slippery as an eel. He laughed and put me in a headlock from behind to stop me. “Sis, how are you gonna catch a man like this?” “So violent in public…” I rolled my eyes and elbowed him. “Should I learn from you? Getting hit on by a hundred dudes a day?” “Leo, get your paws off me…” Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I looked up instinctively through the glass window. I froze. Ethan stood there, cold brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze was intense, locked onto me and Leo. The moment our eyes met, time paused. Why is Ethan here?! When did he get here?! I just lied about being in a meeting. And now I’m caught red-handed by my crush?! In the time it took me to panic, Ethan pushed the door open and strode towards us. “Ms. Bennett, just finished your meeting?” I didn’t have time to think. “Yes, yes, just finished. Grabbed some lunch.” Then I remembered. Ethan knows where I work. But right now… I’m at the KFC near my apartment. My eyelid twitched uncontrollably. I’m cooked. Ethan paused. His gaze swept coldly over Leo, then he asked in a low voice: “And this is… your colleague?” My heart rate spiked. I elbowed Leo again, guilty for no reason. Just as I was about to introduce him: “He is…” Leo didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned into my ear and whispered: “Men… I understand them. Let me be your wingman. You’re welcome.” 4 Leo’s hand slid from my shoulder to link arms with me intimately. “Sister, who is he?” Leo asked in a fake, affected voice. He didn’t forget to shoot Ethan a provocative look. Me: … Thanks, I hate it. Ethan’s expression froze. His gaze slowly lowered to Leo’s hand on my arm. “This… gentleman. Please have some self-respect in public.” Ethan spoke coldly, his deep voice icy. I felt like I was being stabbed in the back. What is this weird “caught cheating” atmosphere?! It’s noon. KFC is packed. People were staring. Especially after Ethan’s comment. I forced a stiff smile and pinched Leo hard on his back. “Bro, ther, act normal. Let go,” I hissed. Leo grimaced in pain. He tsked and reluctantly let go. I quickly changed the subject, introducing them awkwardly: “Ethan Sterling.” I pointed at Leo, instinctively omitting his last name. “…Leo.” “Oh, I have to get back to work. Maybe we chat later?” Actually, I had the day off after a night shift. But with this brat Leo causing trouble, I didn’t dare let him speak. I didn’t feel like he was helping; I felt doomed. Leo acted like he didn’t hear me. He leaned in “affectionately” and whispered loudly: “Sister, your friend is so mean…” A fleeting darkness flashed in Ethan’s eyes. I caught a glimpse of it. Ethan lowered his lashes slowly. When he looked up again, his expression was normal. He ignored Leo and turned to me: “Sophie, didn’t you ask me to dinner?” Ethan’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of a tremor. As if afraid I’d interrupt or reject him, he spoke quickly: “If you… are busy with him, I can go back and wait for your message.” I inexplicably heard a pitiful tone in his voice. Ethan is acting weird today. This is the first time he’s called me “Sophie.” Very different from his usual aloof self. But… I kinda like it. I want him even more now.

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In my last life, I helped my neighbor chase away her abusive ex-boyfriend. But I never expected her to be so hopelessly love-blind. Not only did she quickly move in with him, but she also told him I was trying to break them up. In the end, I was dragged into her apartment by her ex and brutally murdered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first witnessed her ex harassing her. Hearing her cries for help, I simply offered my “thoughts and prayers.” After all, she loves him so much. 1 “Bitch! Who told you to call the cops? Ray loves me, why would he hurt me? You’re just jealous of us!” In the cramped living room, I lay on the floor, gagged with a dirty rag, covered in blood. My neighbor, Chloe, stood over me, her face twisted in rage, occasionally kicking my ribs. My consciousness was fading from blood loss, but I could still hear the couple discussing how to dispose of my body. Then, Ray raised a baseball bat and brought it down hard on my head. Pain exploded, and my world went black. “Ray, please let me go.” “Put the knife down, we can talk about this.” I don’t know how much time passed before I jerked awake to the sound of violent pounding and shouting. The phantom pain throbbed in my memory, soaking me in cold sweat. I frantically checked my body. No blood. No broken bones. I wasn’t dead? Hearing the familiar commotion in the hallway, I instinctively checked the calendar on my phone. It was the third day after I moved into this apartment. I was reborn? I crept out of bed and pressed my eye to the peephole. I saw the man who killed me, Ray, wielding a kitchen knife and hammering on Chloe’s door. Seeing this familiar scene confirmed it. I was back. Memories of my previous life flooded back, and I held my breath, retreating silently to my bedroom. Last time, because I called the police, Chloe and Ray held a grudge that ended in my murder. This time, I wouldn’t interfere. Respect. Bless. Goodbye. The pounding and shouting continued. I was afraid to go out, afraid of getting entangled. But Ray was unemployed; he could stay there all day. I couldn’t. I had just started a new job a week ago. If I was late, I might fail my probation. Looking at the three-digit balance in my bank account, I wanted to cry. As the time I usually left for work approached, an idea struck me. The moment I opened my apartment door, Ray whipped his head around. His eyes were fierce, the look of a desperate thug. The fear of being beaten to death by him almost made me look away, but I forced myself to hold it. I raised my hand, tentatively touching the peeling wall, and shuffled out slowly, my eyes unfocused. “Is that the new neighbor? Please, can you call 911 for me?” Chloe heard my door open and cried out, clinging to me like a lifeline. Just like last time. She begged for help, but later blamed me for helping. This time, absolutely not. I kept my gaze vacant and turned towards the sound. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” “My ex is trying to kill me! Please help me call the police!” I shook my head blankly. “I’m sorry, I have bad vision. I can’t see anything clearly.” “Is there a misunderstanding? Couples fight all the time. Don’t do anything rash.” As I spoke, I saw Ray slowly lower the knife, a menacing grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, just a misunderstanding. She’s just throwing a tantrum. Don’t worry about it.” I shuffled down the stairs carefully, forcing a smile. “It’s normal for couples to bicker. You should treat her better, man.” Amidst Ray’s dismissive agreement and Chloe’s shrieks for help, I made my way down step by step. Once outside the building, my legs turned to jelly. I didn’t dare linger and hurried toward the subway station. 2 Squeezed into the corner of a crowded subway car, I clutched my bag and thought about my next move. I wanted to move immediately, but remembering my bank balance and the lease-breaking fee, the idea crumbled. Go back to my parents? Escaping that house took everything I had. Going back wasn’t an option. I didn’t have the plot armor or windfalls of a novel protagonist. I couldn’t just quit my job or switch apartments on a whim. Since I couldn’t run, I had to attack. During my lunch break, I checked the building’s group chat. People were discussing the morning’s police incident. After scrolling through the history, I learned that after I left, Chloe asked the lady upstairs, Mrs. Gable, for help. When the police arrived, Ray tried to run but was eventually caught at the gate. Just like last time. Only the person who called the cops was different. I stared at the screen and saw Mrs. Gable send a long voice message. I transcribed it to text. [Oh my god, I just got back from the station. The girl forgave the guy! They left together, happy as clams!] [Can you believe it? That man was banging on the door with a cleaver! I went through all that trouble with the police, and she just forgave him. What a waste of time!] Other neighbors chimed in with their shock. I stared at the screen without smiling. Thankfully, Mrs. Gable had a son who was a gym trainer. She should be safe. After work, I didn’t go straight home. I navigated to a shop. Based on the timeline, Ray hadn’t moved in with Chloe yet. I still had time. I bought a smart doorbell with a camera. Then I went to a print shop that specialized in funeral portraits and ordered a large framed photo. When I sent the file, the clerk turned pale. “It’s my twin sister,” I explained. The clerk visibly relaxed. Carrying my purchases home, I didn’t see Chloe or Ray. The gossiping neighbors said Ray took Chloe out for street tacos. Of course. Their reconciliation speed was faster than a rocket. Chloe was a terminal case of love-blindness. But this time, no matter what drama she stirred up, she wouldn’t drag me down. I installed the doorbell and placed the black-and-white funeral portrait in a spot visible as soon as the door opened. Only then did I exhale and collapse onto my bed. The next few days were peaceful. No noise from across the hall. I knew Ray’s lease elsewhere had about two weeks left. Last time, after I helped Chloe, we became somewhat close. We’d chat, shop, and eat together. That’s why when she invited me over, I went without suspicion, only to be met with Ray’s baseball bat. On the weekend, I was woken up by noise upstairs. “What do you mean? You want revenge because I called the cops?” “Ow! My heart! You… you… pay up!” Following the sound of Mrs. Gable falling, a deep male voice roared in anger. “What’s your problem? Did you just hit my mom?” “Bullying an old lady? Do you think her son is dead?” “Bro, bro, misunderstanding! I didn’t, I wasn’t…” Ray’s voice sounded cowardly. Imagining Ray charging upstairs only to be met by a muscle-bound gym trainer made me laugh. Bully the weak, fear the strong. Typical scum. After they went to the hospital to sort it out, I drifted back to sleep. … “Bitch! Why didn’t you tell me an old lady lived with a hulk? You cost me so much in medical bills!” “I’m gonna beat you to death!” Ray’s roaring and Chloe’s crying woke me up again. Checking my phone, it was 1 PM. Listening to Chloe cry, I felt zero sympathy. Chloe had told me countless times that Ray beat her, cheated on her, and solicited prostitutes. Yet she always forgave him. Love-brain is terrifying. When the noise finally died down, I heard… other noises. Moaning. Huh? Is this makeup sex? They disrupt everyone’s lives and then go back to domestic bliss? I laughed in disbelief. 3 I thought that without interacting with Chloe, I’d be safe. But the day after their “reconciliation,” I got a friend request. [Hi, I’m your neighbor. Let’s get to know each other. Neighbors should help each other out~] Afraid that refusing would make them suspicious, I accepted. [Hi, I’m Chloe from across the hall.] [I noticed you just moved in. Can we be friends?] Thinking of the ugliness hidden under her friendly facade, I pursed my lips and typed back. [Sure.] For the first few days, Chloe was reserved. We chatted only via text. Whenever she asked to meet up, I used work as an excuse. Gradually, she started pushing boundaries. [Sarah, can I borrow some cooking oil?] She started borrowing things frequently, from cheap spices to my jewelry and clothes. I agreed to almost everything, except meeting in person. Blindly avoiding them might provoke retaliation, so I decided to be “generous.” A plan formed in my mind. She likes taking advantage of people? Let her. But borrowing from a “dead person” isn’t so simple. Ray’s lease was up. He would be moving in with Chloe soon. I wasn’t ready to deal with them yet. “The company has a project that requires travel. Who wants to go?” On Monday, the manager asked during a meeting. My colleagues looked at each other. No one volunteered. The destination was remote, deep in the mountains. The bonus didn’t match the hardship. As the manager’s face darkened, I raised my hand. “I’ll go.” Everyone stared at me in confusion. Even the manager was surprised. Usually, he had to force someone to go. I was the first volunteer. The manager beamed and praised me. The project was urgent, so I was booked on a flight that night. To reward my initiative, the manager added a $200 bonus. While I was reading the project plan, my phone started vibrating like crazy. [Sarah, are you home? Emergency.] [Can you come back if you aren’t?] I frowned and turned off my phone. After dinner, sitting in the company car to the airport, I turned it back on. Chloe’s message bombardment almost froze my screen. After reading dozens of messages, I realized that when I didn’t reply, she started calling. When the calls failed, she sent voice messages crying that Ray was beating her again and begging me to come save her. Save her with what? My life? My manager was downstairs waiting while I packed. As I reached the third floor, I saw Chloe pounding on my door. “Sarah, you’re finally back!” She lunged at me, showing off her bruises. “Look! It’s all because you didn’t come back in time. Ray beat me like this. You have to pay for my medical bills!” 4 She tried to grab me. I dodged and smiled. “I can’t. I’m busy.” To stop her pestering, I added, “I have a business trip. My boss is driving me to the airport right now.” Chloe’s face fell instantly. Her disappointment was palpable. I ignored her and unlocked my door. Leaving with my suitcase, I saw the opposite door wide open. Ray and Chloe stood there, staring. It felt like they had been watching my door since I arrived. “You aren’t blind?” Seeing my clear eyes and sure movements, Ray looked angry, like he’d been played. “Blind?” I acted surprised. “What blind person? Do you know me? We’ve never met.” “Are you messing with me?” Ray looked murderous. “Why would I lie? I don’t know you.” I paused, then slapped my forehead in realization. “Oh! My twin sister is blind. But… she died years ago…” Ray and Chloe’s faces went white. They slammed their door shut. As the plane took off, I suppressed a smile and focused on my plan. Ray didn’t dare retaliate against Mrs. Gable because of her muscular son. He was a coward. He might bully a single woman like me, but if that single woman’s apartment was haunted… The props I prepared for self-defense were about to become offensive weapons. I arrived at my hotel at 2 AM. Perfect time for ghost stories. I remotely activated the smart speaker in my apartment and played the audio file I prepared. On the surveillance feed, my empty apartment filled with the sounds of footsteps, toilets flushing, TikTok scrolling, and water being poured. Eerie enough to keep some people awake. Sure enough, the next morning, I got a call from Chloe. Her voice was full of exhaustion and fear. “Sarah, isn’t your apartment empty?” “Yes, why?” I asked, suppressing a laugh. “There were… noises coming from your place last night!” Hearing her on the verge of tears, I smiled and offered fake comfort. “It’s fine. Maybe my sister came back to visit me. Oh, gotta run, bye.” I hung up and washed my face happily. … During my days in the mountains, Chloe called repeatedly. I rejected them all, citing bad signal. Through my efforts, rumors of my haunted apartment spread through the complex. The most terrified were my neighbors, Ray and Chloe. Guilty consciences fear ghosts knocking at the door. While I was gone, they complained to management multiple times but were dismissed as superstitious. The elderly residents agreed they were making a fuss over nothing. Combined with Ray’s previous failed intimidation attempt, the couple became pariahs in the complex. When I returned, they both looked haggard. Dark circles, puffy eyes. Seeing me, Chloe grabbed my hand like a lifeline. “Sarah, you’re finally back! Your apartment is haunted! Do something!” I pushed her away gently and smiled. “I can’t help that. I’ve never had issues living there. As long as you don’t do anything guilty, ghosts won’t hurt you.” As I unpacked, I got a message. [Sarah dear, that girl across from you has a bad heart. While you were gone, I heard her boyfriend say he wants to break into your place to check for ghosts.] [Guilty conscience, I tell you. Be careful. If you need, I can give you my son’s number. He’s a trainer, he can protect you.] [He’s single, by the way.] I thanked Mrs. Gable profusely but hesitated before adding her son. Before my trip, I had told Mrs. Gable my plan. She held a grudge too, so we partnered up. I created the “haunting,” and she spread the rumors. Never underestimate the power of neighborhood gossip.

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I accidentally pocket-dialed my boss while my brother was trying on a new sweater. “It’s too small, I can’t get it on.” “Impossible. I measured you before I bought it.” “It’s stuck! Be gentle, ow ow ow.” “Okay, okay, I’m fixing it.” I yanked hard and cooed: “There you go, sweetie. Let big sis rub it better.” “Are you sure?” He tugged at the tight collar, gasping for air. Later, rumor had it that the boss took a mysterious call during a meeting, and his face got darker and darker. He didn’t say a word, just proceeded to roast 28 department heads until they cried. 1 My brother, Leo, pointed at my phone. I realized the screen was lit up with a call in progress. The name [Ethan Cole] stared back at me. I grabbed the phone to explain, but all I heard was the busy tone. He hung up. Seconds later, a text came in: [If you’re cured get your ass back to work you are not the CEO’s wife you can’t do whatever you want.] Two lines, zero punctuation. My brain automatically read it in his calm, cold voice. He must have heard me talking to my brother with full lung capacity and assumed I was faking sick to slack off at home. Evil capitalist. I replied instantly: [Received, Mr. Cole. Returning to work tomorrow.] The “typing” bubble appeared, then vanished. He didn’t send anything. He probably wanted to curse me out but held back. Given his sharp tongue, he usually never hesitates. But I’ve been with him for four years and this was my first leave. Sick leave, at that. The next day, my colleague Wendy saw me and immediately warned me. “Be careful. He ate dynamite for breakfast. Yesterday he made all the VPs cry in the meeting.” I timed it perfectly, made his coffee, and knocked on his office door. I also brought his daily schedule for review. “Good morning, Mr. Cole. Here is today’s schedule. “Two routine meetings during the day, and a dinner with the Sterling Group tonight.” He didn’t touch the coffee. His long fingers rested casually on the desk, his voice cold. “Let the new girl, Chloe, come with me to the dinner tonight. You don’t need to go.” “Wh… Understood, Mr. Cole. I’ll tell her to prepare.” I swallowed my questions and quietly exited his office. He hates when subordinates question his decisions, and he hates prying even more. I adjusted my slightly frayed mood and walked over to Chloe. Upon hearing the news, Chloe covered her mouth dramatically, tears welling up in her eyes. “Really, Lena? I’m sorry, I’m just so excited…” Wendy, always loving the drama, leaned in to stir the pot. “Chloe, you’re amazing. You’ve only been covering for a few days and you’re already stealing your mentor’s job.” “No way, I still have so much to learn from Lena. But Mr. Cole is really so gentle.” Gentle? I turned my head and met Wendy’s equally confused gaze. 2 Chloe was hired a month ago, right after my surgery date was confirmed. Wendy volunteered to cover for me during my leave, but I declined. I had my own agenda. Four years ago, fresh out of college, fate pushed me to Ethan Cole’s side. Back then, this man had just walked away from his family’s empire, Cole Enterprises, to start his own venture. In just four years, he turned his company into an industry titan. I stood by him, basking in his light, but also living in his shadow. Now, everyone in the company respectfully calls me “Lena,” but only because I stand next to him. The doubts have never ceased. Even in Ethan’s heart, I’m just someone who can be replaced at any moment. Only by leaving him can I prove that I stood by his side for so long because of my ability. Plus, when I first joined, rumors flew. They said he hired me on the spot because I looked a bit like his first love who moved abroad. I didn’t believe it at first. Until the day Chloe interviewed. Ethan looked up, and for a split second, his eyes softened, as if seeing someone he knew. That’s when I started to believe the rumors were true. Only this time, when people joked, they didn’t mention the “original.” “Chloe looks a bit like Lena.” “Looks like Mr. Cole has a type.” Late at night, I stared at a photo on my phone and understood. Chloe didn’t look like me. She looked more like her than I did. The photo on my phone was a picture of a picture. A year ago, the cleaner found a photo in Ethan’s trash can and brought it to me. “Lena, Mr. Cole threw this away. Do you think he still wants it?” “Give it to me. I’ll ask him.” I took the photo. Ethan looked young, maybe seventeen or eighteen, with a shy smile. Next to him was a girl, beautiful and sweet. They looked like a golden couple, radiating the same aristocratic aura. A perfect match. Driven by some impulse, I secretly took a picture of it with my phone. When I put the photo back on Ethan’s desk, he glanced at it. His hand reached out, paused in mid-air, then retracted. “I threw it away. “She got married.” I cursed myself for meddling. “I’ll shred it then. It’s safer.” “Forget it. Give it to me.” My fingers barely touched the photo when his hand landed on it, covering mine. He looked up, and I pulled my hand back, throat tight. “Okay, Mr. Cole.” The electric warmth that lingered in my heart… Ethan had surely forgotten it long ago. 3 After briefing Chloe on the dinner protocols, Wendy pulled me aside. “While you were gone, she wore a dress with a slit up to her navel. “Save something for yourself. Don’t teach her everything.” I appreciated her kindness and laughed. “If Mr. Cole didn’t scold her, it means he liked it. “Besides, I don’t plan on following Ethan Cole forever.” I turned to make coffee. The spoon stirred my thoughts, slowly settling them. Before leaving work, I placed a bottle of milk on Ethan’s desk as usual. He had his legs resting lazily on the edge of the desk, his silhouette long and sharp. “Mr. Cole, I’ve briefed Chloe on everything for tonight. “Remember to drink the milk before you start drinking alcohol.” He glanced sideways. Looked at the milk bottle, then his gaze landed on my face. “You lost weight.” Then, a sudden turn. “Am I not paying you enough?” “Huh?” I paused, then realized. It had only been an afternoon, and what I told Wendy had already reached his ears. Fast, but not unexpected. I straightened up. “Mr. Cole, I planned to bring up my resignation once Chloe was fully up to speed. “Thank you for the mentorship these past few years…” “How much are they offering?” He frowned, as if negotiating a difficult deal. Or as if I were an item in a shop window. Whoever offered the highest price could buy me. I shook my head firmly but gently. “It’s not about the money.” “Then what is it? Because I let Chloe come to dinner? Or because you didn’t rest enough? “If something makes you unhappy or uncomfortable, you can say it.” His tone carried a hint of coaxing. Golden sunset rays slanted in, one landing right on his Adam’s apple as it bobbed. His chiseled face hid in the shadows, beautiful like a sculpture. Seeing I was silent, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a patch of skin. He closed his eyes and rubbed his brow. 4 In that instant, the scent of desire evaporated into the air. I looked away. In front of employees, he was always buttoned up, never giving anyone room for inappropriate thoughts. Did… Chloe unlock a new world for him? His voice pulled me back to reality. “If it’s because of Chloe, I can understand. If you mind…” “No,” I explained quickly. “Chloe is smart. She’s a very suitable replacement for me.” He adjusted his cuffs, stood up, and unbuttoned another button. Revealing hints of thin, tight chest muscles. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. It made one blush to look. I fanned myself with my hand. “Spring weather is so weird. Cold yesterday, hot today. “No rush on my matter. We can talk later. “Mr. Cole, you should get ready to go. “I told the driver that if you drink too much, he should take you straight to the family estate.” He looked at me, tone cold, eyes flashing with a predatory glint. “It’s fine. If I drink too much, Chloe can take care of me. “She’ll take me to my bachelor pad. “She can stay the night, too. If I want. “After all, I’m a big boy now.” Ethan’s tone was breezy, but the flush on his ears betrayed him. He was being petty. Chloe is eight years younger than him. Her desk is never without flowers from suitors. Ethan is a killer in business, but a blank sheet in romance. Him acting out like this was kind of cute, but the fact that it was for someone else made me feel hollow. I looked at my toes, steadied myself, and forced a smile. “Mr. Cole, size isn’t really the issue.” “True. But the younger ones try harder, don’t you think?” That phrase sounded familiar. Before I could think about it, my phone rang. He frowned and waved for me to go out and answer. I backed out while answering my brother. “You’re downstairs? I’m coming down.”

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The night before my grandmother’s surgery, I dragged my adoptive father into the study to review medical research all night long. Why? Because in my past life, when Grandma had a heart attack, the “real” daughter, my sister, demanded to take over my position as lead surgeon and perform the heart transplant herself. Considering she had only attended nursing school for three years, I refused. She felt humiliated. To prove herself, she impersonated me and operated on Grandma. The next day, Grandma died on the table from severe rejection and ruptured blood vessels. Afterward, she threw herself into our father’s arms, sobbing: “Daddy, I never thought Emily would be so afraid of me stealing her spotlight that she’d break hospital protocol and operate on Grandma in the middle of the night!” Before I could explain, my adoptive mother jumped in. “Emily, you murderer! Just because Grandma supported Chloe doing the surgery, you sabotaged it and killed her!” Enraged, my father pushed me out of a 36th-story window. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Chloe demanded to perform Grandma’s surgery. 1. “Emily, Grandma’s surgery is so important. Just let me do it.” “Your skills aren’t that great anyway. If something happens to Grandma on the operating table, can you take responsibility?” Chloe held onto Grandma’s arm, looking at me with triumph in her eyes. Hearing that familiar voice, I realized I had been reborn to the day before the surgery. Thinking of the feeling of falling from a great height in my past life, I couldn’t help but shiver. “No, absolutely not.” Before I could finish, a cup smashed against my forehead. “Do you have a say here?! Chloe is the true daughter of the Carter family. She’s filial and wants to operate on her grandmother. What’s wrong with that?” “Don’t think just because you occupy Chloe’s place, you’re really a Carter.” My adoptive mother, Mrs. Carter, sat elegantly on the sofa, not even bothering to look at me. Grandma was even more furious. “Chloe has been away from us since she was little, yet she still became a fine doctor. Much better than you.” “Now that my own granddaughter wants to operate on me, what right does an outsider like you have to speak!” Chloe looked aggrieved. “Emily, you only got to be Chief Resident because of the Carter family name. You don’t have real talent.” “Grandma is so sick. I’ve found a new surgical plan. Don’t delay Grandma’s treatment just because of your petty jealousy.” I looked at the three of them with anger. I had intended to stop Chloe, but it was clear they wouldn’t believe a word I said. I clenched my fists. 2. In my past life, as soon as Chloe was found and brought home, she volunteered to replace me as the surgeon when she learned Grandma needed an operation. I secretly investigated and found out Chloe had only attended nursing school for three years and almost didn’t graduate due to truancy and fighting. For the sake of the family’s reputation and Grandma’s life, I refused without a second thought. Chloe thought I was greedy for the inheritance and argued with me before taking Grandma to the hospital herself. I assumed they would listen to medical advice, so I didn’t tell my father. The next day, I arrived at the hospital on time. But at the operating room door, my father slapped me across the face. “You ungrateful wretch! Your grandmother is dead. Are you happy now?” Before I could process this, Chloe threw herself into his arms. “Daddy, I never thought Emily would be so afraid of me taking her position that she’d operate on Grandma in secret last night!” “She didn’t even tell us the surgery failed. Grandma didn’t even get to see you one last time.” I couldn’t believe it. Grandma never liked me because I was a girl, often making me kneel in the family chapel. After Chloe returned, she hated me even more. If it weren’t for the fact that she raised my father alone, and the surgery was highly complex, I wouldn’t have taken the case. But I had slept all night. I hadn’t operated on anyone. Before I could defend myself, Mrs. Carter started accusing me. “Emily, I can’t believe you’d murder your grandmother just because she was strict with you.” “You’re an animal! Is this how you repay us for raising you?” My father, eyes bulging with rage, strangled me. “Die!” Choked to the brink of unconsciousness, I was then thrown out the window. After death, I learned the truth. Chloe, fearing I would succeed, convinced Grandma and Mom to let her operate early. When she botched it, she blamed me. My father, unable to accept his mother’s death, hated me. After killing me, the police arrived. My father was sentenced to death, and the family fortune fell into the hands of Chloe and her mother. And the reason Chloe was so desperate to operate? She wasn’t the real daughter! She wanted to eliminate both of us before the truth came out. None of them were innocent. In this life, I would make them pay in blood. 3. I took a deep breath and tried one last time, for the sake of my professional ethics. “Chloe has no experience. She’s lying.” “If you do this surgery properly, you can live for another three years.” Grandma sneered. “With your half-baked skills, you dare to operate on me? Just you wait.” Leaving that threat, the three of them left for the hospital. It was late. They wanted to do the surgery before my father came home and stopped them. Watching them leave, a glint appeared in my eyes. If Chloe wants to impersonate me, I’ll spend the entire night with my father. Let’s see how she explains that! I went upstairs, grabbed some files, and headed to my father’s study. My father, Robert Carter, was deeply devoted to his mother. He wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Seeing me, his face darkened. “Why aren’t you asleep? Your grandmother’s surgery is tomorrow. You need to be rested!” I acted startled and showed him the report. “Dad, the hospital just sent over Grandma’s latest test results. I wanted you to see them.” Robert’s expression softened. “Dad, the report shows Grandma’s condition is excellent. She can come home a week after the surgery.” “Then we can all be together. She’ll be so happy.” Robert couldn’t hide his joy. He grabbed my shoulders, tears in his eyes. “That’s wonderful. Your grandmother had a hard life. If you cure her, you’re the hero of this family.” He pulled me into the study. “Tell me everything. Are there any other changes?” I smiled inwardly. The happier he is now, the angrier he’ll be tomorrow when he learns the truth. Nothing fuels rage like destroyed hope. I will return every bit of pain Chloe caused me. Robert asked about every data point on the report. He held my hand earnestly. “Emily, you’re a good child. If you cure Grandma, I won’t mistreat you.” “You’ll have an equal share with Chloe. Half the company shares will be yours.” I shook my head shyly. “Dad, saving Grandma is enough for me.” “Chloe just came back. She’s the real daughter. Don’t be too good to me.” Robert looked thoughtful but didn’t press further. “Dad, it’s about time. Let’s go to the hospital so I can prepare.” Robert nodded and had the driver take us. I changed into my scrubs. As I reached the ward door, a figure rushed at me. “You bitch! You killed Grandma!” 4. The commotion drew a crowd. Chloe looked at the gathering audience with a flash of satisfaction. She pointed at me, crying pitifully. “Emily, I never thought you could be so vicious. Just because Mom and Dad found out you aren’t their biological daughter and brought me back, you killed Grandma?” “Grandma trusted you, but you were afraid I found a better surgical plan, so you operated secretly and killed her!” Chloe’s hysterical crying won her sympathy. People started whispering. “She looks like a doctor, but she killed her own grandmother!” “Rich family drama. Who knows what’s true.” Just then, Robert, who had been dealing with a call in the car, arrived. “What’s going on here?” Chloe threw herself into his arms. “Daddy! Emily was afraid I’d take her job, so she violated protocol and operated on Grandma last night!” “She failed and didn’t tell anyone. Grandma died without seeing you.” “Grandma was crying for you at the end. Emily is evil!” Robert shook, his face pale. “Impossible. She was fine yesterday.” “Chloe, don’t talk nonsense!” Just then, Mrs. Carter wheeled a gurney out. “Honey, come look. Mom died so miserably.” “Chloe told me she found a better plan, but Emily, that vicious girl, operated early to stop her.” “If she wasn’t afraid of losing her status, Mom wouldn’t have died on the table from massive hemorrhaging.” She lifted the white sheet. A pale, stiff face was revealed. Robert’s eyes reddened. He threw himself at the bed, hands trembling as he pulled the sheet further down. “Mom… I brought Emily. She said you’d live a long time…” He froze. Grandma’s chest was a mess of blood and sutures. Robert clenched his fists until they cracked. Chloe added fuel to the fire. “Dad, it was Emily! I told her I found a better plan, and she scolded me.” “She was afraid I’d cure Grandma, so she snuck in and operated.” “Grandma died from ruptured vessels. A normal surgery wouldn’t end like this. It was sabotage!” Chloe looked at me provocatively. She thought I was dead meat. But the next second, Robert was strangling her.

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The year Brandon Pierce went bankrupt, he secretly bought two extra plane tickets. He took his business partner’s wife and daughter out of the country with him. Before turning off his phone, he made one last call to me. “Mia’s husband died because of me. I can’t just abandon them. “Give me ten years. Wait for me to come back and marry you.” Five years later, Brandon returned, having rebuilt his empire, covered in glory. Meanwhile, to save a two-dollar bus fare, I walked for an hour with our daughter on my back. I only saw him helping the woman everyone called his wife into a car. My daughter, face flushed from the sun, asked me with hope in her eyes: “Mommy, aren’t we going to say hi to Daddy?” I turned around and started walking back. “Mommy made a mistake. That man isn’t your daddy.” 1 I walked back the way we came, my body stiff, my daughter heavy on my back. My mind was filled with the image of Brandon protecting Mia and her daughter, looking so happy. It wasn’t until I heard a small gulp from my back that I realized. After walking for over an hour, she must be thirsty. I found a nearby convenience store, bought a bottle of water, and sat down to rest on the curb outside an ice cream shop. A sleek, understated black luxury car pulled up. Through the lowered window, a little girl’s whining voice drifted out. “Daddy, I want ice cream! Will you come buy it with me? Please?” The man in the car was working, but hearing her, he chuckled indulgently. He tossed his laptop aside without hesitation and got out of the car with his wife and daughter. I looked up and locked eyes with Brandon. He stopped. His body froze, and he didn’t take another step. Our reunion after five years wasn’t the joyful occasion we had once imagined. Right now, he had a beloved wife and daughter by his side. Naturally, he didn’t want to see me. Mia, standing next to him, noticed. She let go of his arm. She walked up to me. “Hannah? Is that really you? It’s been years… why do you look so… old?” Mia looked me over and secretly sighed in relief. Then, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness. I looked down as her pale, soft hands reached out. They grasped my rough, yellowed, sandpaper-like hands. For five years, she had been pampered by Brandon, looking ten years younger than her age. Clearly, she hadn’t suffered a day in her life. Unlike me. To pay off the debts Brandon left behind, I worked day and night. My body and soul had aged prematurely. I pulled my hand back, picked up the half-empty water bottle my daughter had been drinking from, and ignored her. Brandon stared at me for a long time. Seeing I was about to leave, he stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. His eyes were dark. He was so close I could hear his teeth grinding. “Hannah, where are you taking my daughter? “Even if you leave, my daughter stays.” But before I could speak, the spoiled little girl beside him pushed me angrily. “Daddy only has one daughter! Get lost, you annoying people!” Seeing me being bullied, Lily lunged forward. That little girl had been too protected by Brandon. Unlike Lily, who had been bullied by other kids since she was small. She didn’t know how to fight. In a few minutes, her face was scratched up. Mia cried and hugged her daughter, looking up at Brandon with teary eyes. Before I could react, his slap landed on my Lily’s face. 2 Lily held back her tears. She didn’t cry. Instead, she looked up and forced a smile at me. “Mommy, don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt.” Tears streamed down my face. My heart shattered into a million pieces. The more she smiled, the more I hated myself. Hated my incompetence. Hated that my Lily had a father like Brandon. Brandon’s hand froze in mid-air. His lips moved, looking a bit lost. “I… didn’t mean to.” Mia’s daughter’s sobbing seemed to encourage him. “You’ve spoiled Lily rotten. Hitting her sister like that? Who knows what trouble she’ll cause in the future.” But how could Brandon know? If my Lily wasn’t tough, she would get beaten up. She didn’t have a father around, and I was always working. She felt sorry for me. When she got bullied, she never told me. She just endured it. I touched Lily’s swollen face, head bowed in silence. The next second, I raised my hand and slapped Brandon hard, ten times in a row. Caught off guard, he stumbled. He glared at me coldly. But he let me keep hitting him. “Brandon, Lily is my daughter. You haven’t raised her for a single second in all these years. What right do you have to hit her? “They are your wife and daughter. Go discipline them. Don’t mistake us for your family.” Mia cried in distress, biting her lip as if she were the victim. “Hannah, I know you resent Brandon for not taking you with us back then. But he was already struggling to support us. How could he have the energy to care for you too? “You were with him for so long. Don’t you have any empathy for him?” Fighting back tears, she took out a tissue and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Brandon’s mouth. But Brandon, face dark, swatted her hand away. He picked up Lily and got into the car. I chased after him, but he shoved me into the car too. Before the car started, Mia stood outside, looking fragile, and cried out. Passersby stopped to watch. “Brandon, are you abandoning us?” “Daddy, I’m your Joy! Don’t leave Joy and Mommy!” After getting in, Mia sat next to me with her daughter. The little girl in her arms glared at Lily, whispering complaints: “Mommy, she stepped on my dress and got it dirty. It was a birthday gift from Daddy.” Mia scolded her gently, and she whined, calling for her daddy in the front seat. Brandon, sitting in the passenger seat, frowned but spoke gently. “When we get home, Daddy will buy you a hundred pretty dresses just like that one, okay?” The little girl cheered up instantly. Mia smiled charmingly at the man. “Brandon, don’t spoil her too much. This little thing is becoming lawless.” I turned and saw the envy in Lily’s eyes. I whispered: “Do you like dresses? Mommy will buy you one too.” Lily put her small hand in mine. It was warm. She shook her head sensibly. “Mommy, Lily doesn’t like them. Grandma Wang’s hand-me-downs are just fine.” Brandon turned his dark face toward us, anger evident in his voice. “Hannah, you let our daughter wear someone else’s old clothes? What kind of mother are you?” His words were full of blame. 3 I looked up at Brandon’s self-righteous accusation. I just wanted to laugh. Years ago, he sold our wedding house and secretly took his partner’s wife and daughter away. Just before boarding, he called me for less than thirty seconds. He said: “Mia’s husband died because of me. I can’t abandon them. “I swore to take care of them for life, no matter where we go. Hannah, you have to support me.” He didn’t give me a chance to speak. In the last second, he casually made a promise. “Give me ten years. Wait for me to come back and marry you.” After that day, he left no contact information. He just left his seven-months-pregnant fiancée behind. He let the debt collectors find me. Heavily pregnant, I faced them alone when they came knocking at midnight, smashing things and threatening me. For five years, just staying alive with my daughter was hard enough. Seeing me zone out, Brandon’s face grew colder. Lily protected me. Even though she was trembling, she glared at him with wide eyes. “Don’t yell at my mommy! You’re a bad man! Don’t bully Mommy!” Brandon looked at Lily’s increasingly swollen face, guilt flashing in his eyes. His voice softened. “Lily, I’m Daddy. Daddy is back.” Lily pouted and pointed at Mia and her daughter. “You’re not my daddy. My daddy only has me and Mommy. You already have them. “Mommy said Daddy loves me very much. But you hit me. You’re not my daddy.” I pulled my tear-streaked daughter into my arms and heard her sobbing. Silly Lily. For five years, she slept with Brandon’s photo under her pillow. How could she not recognize him? It was just that the father she had longed for already had another beloved daughter by his side. She was too disappointed, too heartbroken. The man froze for a moment. His eyes red, he wanted to explain, but opened his mouth and found nothing to say. Seeing Brandon’s pained expression, I only felt nausea. I couldn’t help but dry heave. He looked over, and I said calmly: “From now on, Lily is my daughter alone. She has nothing to do with you. “Please stop the car and let us out.” 4 Brandon didn’t speak, nor did he stop the car. The car drove straight into a beautiful, expensive-looking villa complex. Mia took her daughter and got out first. The girl skipped around the yard. Clearly, she was familiar with this place. “Mommy, my pool, my swing! They’re just like the pictures you showed me!” Mia smiled, glancing at me before speaking. “Your daddy had this designed specially for you. I didn’t do anything. Thank your daddy.” “Brandon, look how happy our daughter is. Staying up late to prepare this surprise was worth it.” Brandon stood awkwardly, his gaze falling on me and Lily. He felt a tearing pain in his chest. He told Mia to take the girl inside first, then walked over to the car. I glanced at him coldly. “Mr. Pierce, I’ve seen your happy family life. I won’t bother you again. Can you let us go back?” Brandon seemed hurt. He asked me in disbelief: “Hannah, what did you just call me? Do you hate me that much? “I really had no choice back then. If there was any other way, how could I have left you and our daughter behind?” But his “no choice” meant taking Mia and her daughter, cherishing and protecting them. I held on for so long, waiting for him. And what I got was him having a wife and daughter. Now, I was truly tired. “Just assume I still hate you. Don’t disturb us anymore.” I got out of the car with Lily. Brandon’s driver wouldn’t be kind enough to drive us back. The man grabbed my wrist again. This time, his grip was strong. As if he wanted to crush my bones. “Hannah, my guilt has limits. I know I wronged you, but I won’t let you do whatever you want in front of me. “Go back? Where are you going back to? This is your home too. I prepared rooms for you and Lily long ago.” In that moment, I just felt it was utterly absurd. Asking me to live under the same roof as the woman he called his wife. How could Brandon even think of that? He tried to drag me into the house. I couldn’t break free. Just then, Mia ran out of the house anxiously, her gaze landing on my wrist. Her expression paused. In an instant, she put on a fragile look. “Brandon! Joy just fell down the stairs! Come quick!” Brandon’s pupils shrank. He let go without hesitation. He flung his arm back, not noticing me behind him. I almost fell. Mia, walking behind him, smirked at me triumphantly. I ignored her, took Lily’s hand, and walked home.

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Alexander Sterling, the “Crown Prince” of the elite Sterling family, fell in love with a disabled, pregnant woman. He was determined to dump me, the “Princess” of the Vanderbilt family. I was committed to our family alliance, so I paid for the woman’s leg surgery and her delivery. But she developed postpartum depression and jumped off a building with the baby. Years later, Alexander controlled all the resources in New York and the Hamptons. He acquired my family’s company, swallowed our assets, and sent my family to prison. “This is the price for ruining my love! Now we’re even!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past. Alexander was publicly proposing to the 38-year-old disabled, pregnant woman. I walked over to the corner, where the ostracized “New Money” billionaire from Texas sat in a mink coat with a thick gold chain around his neck. I sat on his lap, hooked my finger around his necklace, and commanded: “Kiss me! Hard!” 1 In the VIP room, Alexander held a diamond ring, proposing to the woman in the wheelchair. Our friends looked shocked. And a little awkwardly at me. After all, I was Alexander’s fiancée. Proposing to someone else right in front of me was a slap in the face. Someone tried to smooth things over: “Alex, stop joking. Vivian is right here.” “Have your fun, but don’t take it too far. She’s 38 and pregnant with her ex-husband’s kid!” “Apologize to Vivian. She won’t hold it against you.” In our circle, there are unspoken rules. Alexander could play around with other women, but the position of Mrs. Sterling would never go to someone outside our class. Everyone knew that strong alliances ensured maximum family benefit. But Alexander didn’t understand this. He was stubbornly in love with Susan White. A 38-year-old woman with paralyzed legs, but a beautiful face and a “strong will.” Facing the advice of others, Alexander looked disdainful. “I’m not joking. I love Susan, and no one can stop me.” “Vivian, I told you long ago I don’t love you.” “Don’t force me. I won’t change my mind.” He looked at me coldly. Three sentences to make me back off. I was dazed for a moment, not responding. Susan pushed him away, looking righteous: “I won’t be a homewrecker. Alex, stop it. Apologize to Miss Vanderbilt.” Facing Alexander’s intense pursuit, Susan had always maintained a refusal. She said she knew her place. And she knew about the engagement between Alexander and me. She hated homewreckers. So, Alexander staged this scene to clear her name. Breaking the engagement in front of me, giving Susan a promise. “Vivian, our engagement is off. Understood? Don’t stop me from marrying Susan.” Everyone looked at me. Some even offered kindness: “Vivian, don’t mind Alex, he’s just acting out.” “Don’t worry, no one can cancel your engagement.” “Ignore him, let’s go somewhere else…” The relationships between major families are intricate. Everyone present had some connection. No one wanted to see contracts and collaborations canceled because of a conflict between Alexander and me. Someone tried to pull me away. My eyes cleared, and I shook off my friend’s hand. I stood up slowly and faced Alexander. “Fine. I agree. The engagement is off. From now on, the Vanderbilt family has nothing to do with you, Alexander Sterling.” As soon as I spoke, everyone froze. Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. He added, “This choice is best for both of us. Marriage is the grave of love. Being with you would only lead to misery.” Yes, he was right. Being with him was destined for misery. But being with Susan was just walking into another grave. How could a massive dynasty be controlled by a self-righteous poor person like Susan? Someone with so little will that she couldn’t even handle being taken care of in my past life. In the power struggles of the wealthy, she would only be eaten alive. I glanced at Susan, who looked secretly delighted. She immediately straightened her face and said, “Miss Vanderbilt, I didn’t steal your lover.” I nodded: “Of course. Trash like Alexander belongs in the dumpster! Only you deserve him.” Susan’s face turned pale. Alexander frowned: “Vivian, why hate just because you can’t have me?” I sneered: “I love you? Love your fickleness or your blindness? Hilarious. You think you’re worth my love, Alexander?” With that, I walked toward the corner where the Texas billionaire, who had been silent and ostracized by the New York and Hamptons elite, was sitting. He looked up at me, his deep eyes narrowing slightly. Under the shifting lights, the thick gold chain around his neck almost blinded me. I extended my long legs and straddled him. I hooked his chin. “Jax, kiss me. Hard!” His eyes flashed with surprise. Everyone around us held their breath, staring at us. Jax looked confused: “You crazy or somethin’?” A thick Texas accent instantly filled the room. The elites frowned. But I found this familiar voice incredibly safe and warm. In my past life, this man spent his entire fortune fighting Alexander to the death for me. Even though I hadn’t spoken two words to him. Yet I became the person he loved most. I smiled, tears welling up, and pressed him: “Marry me. Yes or no?” He pursed his thin lips, his handsome face unreadable. Then, he captured my lips. A tearing force pulled at my mouth. My waist was firmly gripped by his large hands. Under the friction, Jax’s gold chains clanked loudly. He didn’t let go until I tasted blood. When he released me, he licked the corner of my mouth, looking like a husky wanting more. “Wait for me to bring the dowry to your house.” He glanced at the ring on Alexander’s hand and tutted, “That piece of junk ain’t worth a dime. I’ll get you something better.” With that, he started to walk out. But after two steps, he turned back, pecked me on the cheek, and pointed a finger at me, warning: “No backin’ out!” “Even if you change your mind, I’m gonna snatch you up and marry you anyway!” “You started it!” 2 Jax’s dowry was transported from Texas to New York by a dozen helicopters. The New York and Hamptons circles usually didn’t play with the Texas oil money crowd. So no one in my circle had ever married into that group. I was the first. Breaking the barrier between Old Money and New Money. And witnessing such an extravagant scene. Gold bars were carried into the house box by box. Cash was hauled in by the sack. Deeds and luxury car keys were presented on trays to my grandfather. Jax finally took off his million-dollar mink coat, unable to stand the indoor heat, revealing a sharp, custom-made suit. As soon as he entered, he dropped to both knees in front of my grandfather, shouting: “Grandpa Vanderbilt! Your grandson-in-law is here to ask for your granddaughter’s hand! Please say yes and give me the chance to love and protect her for the rest of my life!” Thud! Thud! Thud! Three loud kowtows! Jax didn’t hold back. I stood dazed beside my grandfather, feeling lost. My grandfather stared dumbfounded at everything, his hands trembling. I soothed him: “Grandpa, small scene. Stay calm!” Grandpa gritted his teeth. He had many reservations. But he couldn’t ignore the grievances I suffered with Alexander. And he couldn’t ignore Jax’s impeccable etiquette—in his own way. In the entire circle, Jax was the first to offer such a massive dowry. And the first to kowtow so enthusiastically. After a long while, Grandpa finally convinced himself. “A bit rough around the edges, but if you can accept him, I can’t say anything!” “Marry him. Once you’re married, live well. Don’t make a mess of things.” That night, while counting the dowry, Grandpa quietly handed my ID documents to Jax. Early the next morning, before dawn. Before I even woke up. Jax rushed into my room, scooped me out of bed, and stuffed me into a stretch limo. “Let’s go! City Hall! Getting hitched.” I was groggy and confused, nestled in Jax’s arms. Before I could figure out what was happening. I heard two gulps. Then, my lips were covered, and my body felt like it was being kneaded into water. I pushed him, but I had no strength. When he let go, I was finally awake. He looked restrained, eyes red, shouting: “Wifey! I’m so happy!” Angry, I slapped his face: “What are you doing! We aren’t married yet!” His handsome face froze. Just when I thought he would explode. He held my hand like a treasure. His voice trembled. “Wifey, does your hand hurt?” “Physics says forces are equal and opposite. Your tender little hand must hurt.” “Next time you wanna hit me, just say the word. I can hit myself!” I paused. Then I saw him raise his hand and slap himself hard. “Wifey, I was wrong.” “But I was scared you’d fly away. Couldn’t help it.” “With the certificate, everything I do is legal! Forgive me this once.” “When we get back, I’ll kneel on a washboard, on broken glass, let you whip me! I won’t make a sound.” 3 When we got the marriage certificate. Jax cried. Tears streamed down his face. “Wifey, you suffered.” “I know, if Alexander wasn’t blind, this incredible luck wouldn’t have fallen on me!” “Wifey, don’t worry. With me, you won’t suffer a bit.” “Whatever the Prince of New York can give you, the Prince of Texas will give you more.” So. This competitive, flashy Texas man, upon learning the date of Alexander and Susan’s engagement party. Without hesitation, set our engagement party on the same day. Alexander booked the penthouse of the Queens Hotel for Susan. Jax booked every floor of the Queens Hotel except the penthouse for me. Alexander picked eighteen luxury cars for the procession. Jax waved his hand and transported every car owned by his Texas buddies to New York—a total of 108 limited-edition supercars. Alexander custom-ordered a unique diamond ring for Susan. Jax united the entire Texas mining industry to find me the largest pink diamond available, bigger than a pigeon egg. People said Jax was just trying to buy me face. Alexander laughed when he heard. “A nouveau riche. Besides spending money, what class does he have? Engagement parties are for family and friends. What he’s doing is tacky. Vivian chose him out of spite; she’ll regret it.” Jax was uncharacteristically calm hearing this. He just focused on arranging the party. On the day of the engagement. Alexander’s eighteen luxury cars trailed behind the Texas fleet, looking pathetic next to the decorated supercars. Alexander’s drivers wanted to pass. But their cars couldn’t compete with world-class supercars. Same brand, but a ten-million-dollar car has a bloodline advantage over a one-million-dollar car. Besides, the hired drivers didn’t dare mess with the 108 Texas billionaires driving their own cars. They didn’t care about scratches. They only cared about supporting their brother Jax. The two groups went to their respective venues. Halfway through our ceremony. A torrential downpour started outside. I was surprised. Then I saw Alexander pushing Susan, her makeup ruined by the rain, down from the rooftop. The bride and groom looked incredibly pathetic compared to Jax and me. The few guests at Alexander’s party lowered their heads in front of the gathered tycoons from Texas and New York. I realized then that not a single member of the Sterling family attended Alexander’s party. “Rooftop romance is nice, but your party is so shabby even God couldn’t watch.” “Imperfect weddings are memorable, just like some people love imperfect partners.” “Yeah, some people like disabilities, and becoming a stepdad to an older woman’s kid.” Mockery from the New York and Texas crowds. Susan’s face turned red, refusing to look up. Alexander protected her, glaring at me: “Shut your mouths. You money-grubbing people wouldn’t understand true love.” Yes, we didn’t understand true love. We valued interests above all. We valued family alliances. So when Alexander chose Susan over me, the elite circles stopped caring about him. The Sterling family had many heirs. Without the Vanderbilt support, Alexander was nothing. The fact that the Sterlings didn’t show up said it all. The Texas circle hadn’t mixed with New York before because New York didn’t know their real power. My engagement to Jax showed them. Power respects power. So, the friends who used to hang out with Alexander switched sides. To distance themselves from him. And to curry favor with the Texas royals. Giving me face meant giving Jax face. Giving Jax face meant giving Texas face. My marriage to Jax was just the opening shot of Texas integrating into the New York elite. 4 Alexander’s party ended hastily. The princes and princesses of New York and Texas partied with us until late. The next day, I heard Alexander was kicked out of the Sterling family. He was stripped of his CEO title. He had no voice in the family anymore. Friends said: “Without Vivian, Alexander is just like Susan—crippled.” “He wanted true love? Let’s see how long it lasts without money.” “Taking care of a disabled fiancée and someone else’s kid… he must be blind to leave Vivian.” I worried Jax’s temper would flair hearing this. But he said: “Why would I be mad?” “I am your rebound!” “I understand Alexander’s love-brain because I have it too.” “Seriously, wifey, if you were crippled and pregnant with another man’s kid, as long as you were willing, I’d still marry you!” He pulled me onto his lap. Nuzzling and biting. Between breaths, I asked when he fell for me. He said: “From the first time I saw you.” The Texas circle had their own industries and connections. They were new money, overflowing with cash. After being cold-shouldered by New York, he kept hanging around just to see me. He planned to confess for years. But I was engaged. He was looked down upon, and didn’t want to deepen my dislike. “Alexander is blind. How can a self-righteous disabled pregnant woman compare to my Princess Vivian?” “Is her waist as thin as yours?” “Are her lips as soft as yours?” His words were direct and passionate. Praising my beauty, kindness, and intelligence, his eyes exploring, hoping, demanding. Like a hungry husky. “Wifey, I can’t hold back. Really can’t.” “You don’t know, when you sat on my lap that day, I almost lost it.” “I went back and looked for your photos everywhere. I didn’t sleep all night.” His chin rested on my collarbone. Pitiful. I clenched my hands, cheeks burning. Maintaining my reserve, I placed my hand on his neck, tracing circles. I swallowed: “Well, this is my office, you can’t…” His voice turned soft. Dropping the accent. Using a vocal fry. “Please? My little princess!” “Princess, Princess Vivian, I want it here.” Heart pounding. His restlessness broke my will. I reached to unbutton his collar… He ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew into the air one by one. Some hit my face, stinging slightly.

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Eighteen years after I was kidnapped from the countryside, my entire family—along with the fake heiress who took my place—finally found me. They all thought that after living a hard life for eighteen years, I would be overwhelmingly grateful to them. But they didn’t know that I was actually a renowned metaphysical master. So, when my dad pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of my shack, he was dumbfounded. The very tycoons and elites from the capital, whom even he had to curry favor with, were treating me with the utmost respect. They were frantically bidding fortunes, begging for just one reading from me. But I said, “Next up is that family that just walked in!” Instantly, everyone’s gaze turned to them, filled with undisguised envy and jealousy. My parents looked complicated, while the fake heiress and my brother were too shocked to say a word. 1 “This is the third reading this month. Where did this family come from? Why do they get it so cheap?” “Yeah, Master, I’ll pay double! Read for me!” The capital’s elite were throwing money around, but I ignored them all, focusing only on the family of four. “Your family’s fortune has shifted.” “You’ve been on a downhill slope for eighteen years, and you’re about to hit the bottom.” After I said these two sentences, the expressions on the faces of those four people could only be described as spectacular. “What nonsense are you spouting? We are your biological parents. Our family’s fortune is your fortune. How dare you speak such gibberish?” The woman dressed like a wealthy socialite stepped forward, her chin tilted so high she was practically looking at the ceiling, her face full of disdain. The man beside her, however, glanced at the surrounding crowd before taking a few steps toward me. “Sarah, it’s Dad. Don’t you recognize me?” The onlookers were clearly confused about the situation, but I wasn’t surprised in the least. “Three readings for this month are done. If there’s nothing else, please leave.” As soon as I said this, the unwilling elites had no choice but to leave the shabby shack one by one. Soon, only I and the family of four remained. I continued where I left off: “You’re finished. Someone is going to jail, someone is going bankrupt. You’d better start doing good deeds from now on.” I offered kind advice, but this family clearly didn’t appreciate it. “Mom, I told you Sarah was an ungrateful wretch. Wandering outside for eighteen years, she’s become a charlatan, deceiving even her own parents. Why did you bother finding her?” This must be my cheap brother, Ryan. My gaze shifted to the girl hiding behind him. She was beautiful, dressed exquisitely, blinking her large eyes like a doll. She was hiding behind Ryan, seemingly afraid of me for some reason, but her face clearly showed a smug expression. “Enough!” “Sarah, you were lost in the countryside eighteen years ago. Mom and Dad never gave up looking for you, and now we finally found you!” The man clenched his fist over his chest, acting as if he were truly emotional. But watching his clumsy performance, I just wanted to vomit. I had actually known for a long time that they were my biological parents and brother. Before my master went wandering, he said my “opportunity” would come knocking during this time. I figured it must be them. 2 “Sarah, I didn’t expect you to have suffered so much all these years. Since Mom and Dad are here, hurry up and come back with us.” The drama finally nearing its end, my dad revealed the true purpose of their visit. Before I could speak, my mom couldn’t hold back: “Stop acting reserved. Our family is well off. After you come back with us, behave yourself. Don’t do these scams anymore. The people here aren’t to be trifled with. If you offend any of them, our family won’t even know how we died!” My mom’s words were filled with disdain, showing no joy at recovering a lost daughter. I nodded, my expression indifferent: “I can go back with you, but who is this girl?” My gaze fell on the doll-like girl. Before I could say anything else, Ryan immediately shielded her with a look of concern. My dad looked a bit awkward. “This is Bella, your sister. After you were lost, your mom was so heartbroken she couldn’t eat, so we adopted Bella.” Ryan added from the side: “Bella is also a daughter of our family, she’s my sister!” I looked at Ryan’s long, thin eyebrows and overly broad forehead—classic signs of a “peach blossom doom” (romantic disaster). I nodded and gave him a piece of advice: “You’d better treat her as a sister, and everything will be fine.” “You—” “Sister, I’m sorry.” The room was noisy, but it fell silent after Bella spoke. I raised an eyebrow and sat still. It seemed Bella held quite a high position in the Su family. She stepped out from behind Ryan, lowering her eyes slightly, her voice thin and weak. “I’m sorry, sister. I’ve taken your place all these years. Mom and Dad really missed you. If you can come home, I’m willing to leave and make room for you!” After saying this, Bella sniffled and turned as if to run away. Ryan grabbed her and turned to glare at me angrily: “Are you satisfied now? Bella is so sensible, yet you can’t tolerate her. All these years, it was my sister who was filial to Mom and Dad in your place!” Look at these words, every sentence condemning me, as if I, the daughter who hadn’t been home for eighteen years, had hurt their whole family from afar. I had no intention of indulging them. I looked straight at Bella. “First of all, you took my place, so you should be grateful to me. Also, if you really want to leave next time, just pack your bags and go in the middle of the night. Your legs are on your body; there’s no need to make a big fuss and trouble others to stop you.” My words made Bella’s face turn green and then white. Of course she couldn’t bear to leave. The Su family provided her with a life of luxury. Without that protection, she would be nothing more than a manipulated beggar on the street. I stared at her steadily. Bella had stopped crying and avoided my gaze. “Also, I kindly advise you: what goes around comes around. Some things aren’t yours, and if you force them, you will face retribution.” I smiled at Bella, thinking my attitude was gentle enough, but she burst into tears again. Ryan seemed to lose all patience, blocking Bella and looking at me like an enemy. “That’s enough!” “Alright, alright, Sarah, just come back with us quickly. The Su family will feed you from now on, so you don’t need to do these scams anymore.” My dad smoothed things over, eyeing my shabby house. I stood up, picking up only a small cloth bag from the side. “Let’s go.” I walked out of the house first, hearing the family whispering behind me. “The person I saw just now looked like CEO Liu. Does Sarah really have some skills?” “Impossible. A famous master named Supreme Clarity came from this mountain before. I think Sarah is just using his name to swindle people. How could she know how to read fortunes at such a young age?” 3 Back at the Su family villa, the three of them sat on the sofa in unison. No one invited me to sit. In my linen clothes, I looked completely out of place in this home. “Sarah, now that you’re back, just rest well at home. I’ll have the maid cook you some good food to supplement your nutrition. Don’t go out casually for a while.” I digested the meaning of my dad’s words and raised an eyebrow. Are they planning to put me under house arrest? Before I could speak, my mom suddenly burst into tears beside me. “My daughter, you’ve suffered all these years. Sarah, Mom has actually always missed you. Fortunately, Bella was by my side to comfort me…” I stood quietly. As she cried, perhaps because she didn’t get a response, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she stopped. She coughed unnaturally, then took a jade pendant from her pocket and handed it to me. “This is our family heirloom. Mom has been keeping it for you. Now that you’re back, I’ll give it to you.” I didn’t take it immediately. First, I glanced at Bella nearby. Seeing Mom take out the jade pendant, Bella clutched her skirt, frowning slightly, her eyes showing a mix of unwillingness and… anticipation? My gaze returned to the jade pendant. It was an old style, crescent-shaped with intricate patterns. The pendant wasn’t lustrous creamy white or emerald green, but a pale yellow. I saw at a glance that this pendant was originally a pair, and more importantly… I picked up the pendant, not noticing that the family of three quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking closely, I finally remembered. Isn’t this my master’s thing? Years ago, when I was still studying with my master, a family’s son had an accident and became a vegetable. They came to beg my master. At that time, my master took out this pair of jade pendants and gave them to the family, saying that the opportunity to wake their son lay with a destined person, and this jade pendant was the key to finding that person. I just didn’t expect that this half of the jade pendant would end up in my hands after all these twists and turns. 4 Seeing me accept the jade pendant, Mom seemed very happy and immediately took my hand, saying, “You just came back, and your room isn’t ready yet. Why don’t you share a room with Bella tonight? That way, you sisters can bond.” Before I could speak, Bella nodded beside me, enthusiastically taking my other hand. “Yes, sister, I can also tell you about what happened at home these years. Not seeing each other for eighteen years, you must be unfamiliar with Mom, Dad, and brother, right?” I indifferently pulled my hand back and shook my head to refuse. “No need, I’m used to sleeping alone.” This family clearly had hidden agendas. Lost for eighteen years and suddenly remembering to find me now—there must be something fishy. I needed to figure out what they were up to and, by the way, find the opportunity my master spoke of. Thinking of this, I clenched the jade pendant in my hand and felt a warm sensation in my palm. After being rejected by me, Bella started crying again. “I know, sister is still blaming me, right?” Bella’s face was smaller than my palm, with delicate features. When she cried, her shoulders trembled slightly, her nose turned red, looking like she had suffered a great grievance. “Sarah, you just came back and you’re bullying your sister repeatedly. Is this interesting?” Ryan immediately accused me. I clearly didn’t say anything, just wanted my own room, but in their mouths, it was as if I had committed a heinous crime. In such a big villa, they wouldn’t even give me a room, yet they claimed they wanted to compensate me. I wanted to see what medicine they were selling in their gourd. “Fine, I’ll sleep with you.” Bella’s face instantly turned from cloudy to sunny, and Ryan beside her carefully wiped the tears from her face with a tissue, looking distressed. I turned my head and glanced at my parents. Their expressions seemed accustomed to it, not feeling that such intimacy between Ryan and Bella, who were already so old, was inappropriate at all. I didn’t sleep well that night. I woke up the moment the door made a slight noise. But I didn’t open my eyes. Instead, I heard two pairs of tiptoeing footsteps sneak into the room and stop by my bed. Then my parents’ surprised voices rang out. “This jade pendant really has a reaction!” My dad’s excited voice could barely be suppressed: “I told you! Master Supreme Clarity told the He family the direction was here at our house. I just didn’t expect Bella didn’t have such a good fate.” Then came Bella’s slightly dissatisfied voice. “Dad, Mom, what kind of fate is this? If the jade pendant reacts, I have to marry into the He family. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life guarding a vegetable.” “Silly child, what do you know? That’s the He family. Ethan He is the only son, and all the family property will be his in the future. A vegetable is easy to manipulate. As long as you marry in, the entire He family will be yours in the future!” My mom explained from the side, and then my dad spoke again: “Exactly. A vegetable. Once that old woman dies, won’t Ethan He be at your disposal?” “So that’s how it is. Mom, Dad, don’t worry. After I marry over, I will definitely find a way to help our Su family.” Hearing Bella’s obedient voice, my parents sighed with relief. “Bella is still the sensible one. She should be the one born with a rich fate, the lucky star of our family!” “Bella, don’t worry. Now that the jade pendant has reacted, Mom will send it to the He family tomorrow. When the old lady sees it, she will definitely let you marry her grandson!” There was unconcealed excitement in Bella’s voice, but she still had some concerns. “That’s great! But… what if sister finds out?” My dad sneered. “She’s just a charlatan. What could she know? Our plan is unknown to ghosts and gods. As long as the jade pendant is sent away tomorrow, and we insist it has always been on you, she won’t have any way to prove otherwise.”

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I was with Dominic Stone, the underworld kingpin, for ten years. But on the day he finally went legit, his men called someone else “Sister-in-law.” Those hands, once stained with blood and gunpowder, now tied the laces of another girl’s Converse. “Chloe, she’s different from you.” “You can follow me into hell without a title. She can’t.” That day, I didn’t look back. Dominic didn’t know that my family knew all about my rebellion. They had been keeping a good man for me, just waiting for me to give him a title. 1 The day Dominic decided to wash his hands clean of the business, he dragged me into bed for a marathon session that felt like the end of the world. I looked at my lingerie, torn into shreds on the floor. For a moment, I was speechless. “Dom, is the apocalypse coming?” His insatiable hunger made me think there was no tomorrow. Dominic was smoking a post-coital cigarette. His thin eyelids drooped, his expression hazy. “Chloe, if I cut ties with you.” “You won’t make a scene, right?” He held the cigarette in his teeth, his tone sounding like a joke, but a chill ran down my spine. After ten years with Dominic, I knew his temper. He liked obedience, but he was stubborn and rebellious to the core. Just like now. I took the half-smoked cigarette from his hand. Suppressing the turmoil inside, I raised an eyebrow lazily. “Dom, do you still think I’m eighteen?” If I were still the eighteen-year-old girl in Converse sneakers… If Dominic tried to dump me, I would storm his headquarters, not caring about my life. But now I’m twenty-eight… I choked on the words, leaving the rest unsaid. Dominic ruffled my hair and stubbed out the cigarette that was burning his fingers. “Chloe, let’s end it here.” “Stop smoking. Don’t treat your body like trash every day.” “We’re not kids anymore. We can’t keep messing around.” In that instant, I froze. A breakup at twenty-eight. The first one to cry loses everything. My makeup was ruined, pathetic. I feigned nonchalance, grabbing my jacket from the floor to leave. Dominic’s long arm hooked me back into his embrace. Outside, dark clouds rolled like spilled ink. The rain was about to fall. Dominic’s kisses landed on my bare back as he deftly adjusted my dress straps. He bit my earlobe like he used to. Whispering softly, “Did you hear me?” I didn’t answer, and he didn’t get angry. His tone carried the absolute control of a predator over its prey. “It’s going to rain. Stay a bit longer, hmm?” Ten years can grind all conflicts into a superficial calm. Dominic probably forgot that my temper… Wasn’t just an act. If we break, we break clean. I straightened my back and pushed away his sculpted face. I smiled gently. “How long can this rain last?” If there’s someone else in his heart, how long can he keep me? For a second, Dominic’s brow twitched. But he recovered quickly. His introduction of the girl was simple. “Chloe, you’re smart.” “Her name is Bella. She’s different from you. You can follow me into hell without a title.” “She can’t. She’s too pure.” I choked. Looking down at the mess on the floor, I suddenly didn’t know what to say. What does it mean that I can follow him into hell without a title? Black stockings, high heels, slip dresses. Dominic dressed me according to his desires for so many years. Now that I’m used to being his femme fatale, he thinks I’m too vulgar? I wanted to question him in that moment. But he put a finger to my lips, signaling silence. It was the girl named Bella calling. “Dominic, you said you’d pick me up…” “I’m alone, and I’m scared…” 2 Dominic left me there. As his engine roared in the underground garage, I received a text. [I won’t be around for a while. Pack up your things at the house.] [I’ll send someone to change the locks in two weeks.] I didn’t reply. I silently cleared my traces from the villa I had lived in for five years. After a long time, my phone screen lit up. Dominic must have met the terrified Bella. He was tying up the loose ends of our ten-year relationship with “dignity.” “Call me if you need anything.” “Except for a title, we’re still friends.” I loved Dominic for ten years. In exchange for a casual “friends.” … The torrential rain lasted for two whole days. The city was soaked, the dampness seeping into my bones. I couldn’t sleep, waking up in the middle of the night to flick my lighter. The year I got with Dominic, he was just a thug living in a basement, unable to pay rent. In the humid air, only the flame of the lighter flickered. Click. Click. Ignition, extinction. Dominic, with his buzz cut, stared at me in my school uniform. “Think clearly, Chloe.” “Guys like me have no future.” “I can’t give you the life you want.” I was so innocent back then. I kicked off my wet Converse. I shoved my freezing feet into his embrace. Through his thin tank top. Dominic’s body heat was like a torch, gradually igniting me. There was only the flicker of a lighter. But I nodded stubbornly. “Dom, I don’t want a future.” “I just want you.” I held guns with Dominic, held knives with him. In nights filled with the smell of bandages and antiseptic. Choking each other, making love until we passed out and woke up again. Dominic said the first thing he’d do when he went legit was marry me. Now he’s going legit. And the first thing he’s doing is drawing a line between us. I am twenty-eight. I’m not a kid anymore. I can’t keep messing around. My family kept a man for me, waiting for me to give him a title. 3 Deciding to leave the city. I took the villa key back to Dominic’s headquarters. No makeup, jeans, and Converse. When I walked in, many didn’t recognize me. When I took off my cap, the group that used to love calling me “Sister-in-law” fell silent. Everyone probably knew about Dominic’s new love. A guy I was close with tried to lighten the mood. “Sis, us guys still think you and Dom are the best match.” “A schoolgirl? It looks bad taking her out.” “Why don’t you go talk to the boss? He listens to you…” I smiled self-deprecatingly. Ten years with Dominic. I looked innocent naturally, but with thin brows and red lips, I looked fierce. Plenty of people watched me from the shadows, but Dominic protected me. Anyone who dared touch a hair on my head was sent by him to haul sandbags in the desert. If I shed a single tear, Dominic would drop everything to comfort me. That was a privilege that used to belong only to me. But this time, they didn’t get to finish their sentences. A porcelain cup smashed against a brow bone, shattering into pieces. Dominic’s face was dark as thunder. “People might think this is Chloe’s turf.” “Is this how you watch the business when I’m gone?!” The huge hall fell instantly silent. This was Dominic’s influence. Only now, that influence… Was being used against me. I wanted to help explain. But the girl behind him peeked out cautiously, speaking as if unintentionally. “Dominic, is this the Chloe you told me about?” “She dresses just like me!” Dominic frowned slightly, assessing my outfit. Jeans and Converse. Exactly like Bella’s style. He looked at me suspiciously. “Chloe, did you investigate Bella?” Looking closely, Bella looked fifty percent like eighteen-year-old me. Especially in jeans and Converse. I understood the girl’s little game. But I didn’t want to speak. Compared to me investigating Bella, wasn’t it someone investigating Dominic’s taste? Ten years together, and Dominic didn’t even trust me on this… I pursed my lips stubbornly. Dominic scoffed, mocking me. “Dressing like that doesn’t make you eighteen again.” “Chloe, why are you being stubborn with me?” I blinked, unable to believe what Dominic just said. “How about this,” Dominic licked his lips, ruthless. “Ten years. Name your price.” I froze. I had been with Dominic for ten years. Blocked bullets for him, took knives for him. But no moment hurt more than this one. Digging my nails into my palms, my vocal cords trembled. “Dominic, what did you say?!” “I said, I wasted ten years of your youth.” “Name your price.” Dominic kept his hands in his pockets. Even though emotions churned in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and finished the sentence. I could barely stand. Bella pulled at Dominic’s sleeve, whispering persuasion. “Dominic, don’t be so mean.” “Chloe didn’t do anything wrong.” Dominic lowered his head, gently nuzzling her nose. “Good girl, listen to me.” He pulled her behind him. “I can’t let anyone bully you.” Dominic used to protect me like that. I couldn’t watch. Acid churned in my stomach. I looked down and saw the silver bangle on my wrist. It was tight when I first got it. But the deeper I loved Dominic… The looser it became. 4 I still remember the second year with Dominic. A severe flu hit the city. 3% mortality rate. My constitution was weak; I couldn’t fight it and was put in mandatory isolation. Burning up in a fever, I saw Dominic’s face hovering before me. I thought it was a dream. I held his hand, voice raspy, calling him. “Dom, I miss you so much.” “Am I never going to see you again?” I was probably lucid for only a few minutes a day. Dominic had never cried in front of me. That day, he howled like a dog. A thug like him, somehow found a way to volunteer at the hospital. He rotated from Ward A to C until he saw my name on the isolation list. I called him an idiot, risking his life to care for a critical patient like me. But Dominic wouldn’t listen. He slipped the silver bangle onto my wrist. He said, “Chloe, happy birthday.” We were so poor back then. We would stare at a silver ring in a trinket shop for ages. I didn’t think I’d see the next spring. But the day Dominic wished me happy birthday… Cherry blossoms drifted past the isolation ward window. Later, I learned. That silver bangle was melted down from Dominic’s childhood safety amulet. Dominic said, “Chloe, my life is tough. I can handle anything.” “You just be responsible for living a peaceful, happy life.” The silver bangle rattled on my wrist for nine years. It was the mark young Dominic put on me. I truly thought back then… That Dominic and I, because of this silver, had our fates melted together. Peace and joy. Dominic to me. Was like this ill-fitting silver bangle. I gritted my teeth, pulling and tugging until my wrist was red. Dominic panic-stubbed his cigarette. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, roaring. “Chloe, what do you mean by this?!” I frowned, eyes brimming with tears I refused to shed. Didn’t Dominic ask me to name a price for ten years of youth? I named it, but he couldn’t bear it. “Dominic, let’s just pretend we…” “Don’t say it!” He rushed forward to cover my mouth, but Bella tripped him. Her smile was faint, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Never entangled…” The sentence fell. The thoroughly deformed silver bangle was thrown into the fish pond outside the door. Red ripples disturbed the green water. Dominic rushed to the pond, ignoring the heavy rain, kneeling on the ground, but couldn’t find that glimmer of silver. Seeing him so frantic, I fought the urge to jump in and find it, my chest aching more and more. What is this? Does he still have me in his heart? The ten years with Dominic flashed before my eyes like a lantern show. Heartache turned to numbness; even breathing was a chore. Just to repay that “Happy Birthday” from years ago. Barely worth it. But Dominic and I, no matter how hard the past is to cut… Will have no future. The rain drifted sparsely. When I walked into the rain, it felt like I lost half my soul. When Dominic chased after me, he held an umbrella. He smelled strongly of smoke, but the hand gripping my shoulder allowed no refusal. “Chloe, I’ll drive you.” I didn’t turn back, but Bella stepped into a puddle. Her bangs were wet, sticking to her pale, fragile face. Pitiful. “Dominic, are you going to leave me here alone?”

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Married to my husband, Mark, for six years, I’ve never been able to get pregnant. Turns out, he has a low sperm count. Luckily, Mark has an older brother, Lucas, who refuses to marry but can still carry on the family bloodline. One night while I was working late, Mark called me frantically. “Honey, come home! Lucas is dead!” I rushed home, only to have my phone confiscated by Mark and my mother-in-law, Susan. They locked me in the basement. Lucas was lying on the floor, covered only by a towel across his midsection, which tented up suspiciously. “Lucas is dead, and our family line will die with him. While he’s still warm, you need to get pregnant by him. Now.” “I’ll let you out when you’re done!” Susan blocked the door from the outside. “Sarah, this is your chance to give us a grandson. Lucas is Mark’s brother. If you get pregnant, we won’t hold it against you!” I pounded on the door in rage, but then I remembered what I saw. Looking at the handsome brother lying on the floor with his eight-pack abs, I agreed. 1 “Honey, come back! Lucas is dead!” I frowned at the thirty missed calls and hundreds of texts from Mark. After getting permission from my boss, I sped home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Mark and Susan sitting on the couch, watching Netflix and cracking sunflower seeds. There was zero urgency. “Oh, Sarah, you’re back? You didn’t even say you were coming,” Mark said, dropping the seeds in panic. “You said Lucas is dead. What happened?” I dropped my bag and eyed them suspiciously. “Sarah, it’s terrible! Lucas and I got into an argument, he fell down the stairs and hit his head on the railing. He’s gone.” “Why was he so emotional?” Mark started crying, hugging me. Susan wiped fake tears. “My poor son! What a miserable life. Never married, died a virgin. He won’t rest in peace; our family’s feng shui is ruined!” I rolled my eyes at Susan’s superstitious nonsense. As a modern doctor, I didn’t believe in any of that, but Susan was obsessed. “Did you call the police?” Susan glared at me with venomous eyes. “Why call the police? This is a family matter, we solve it internally. Do you want people to laugh at us? Blame Lucas for having a short life!” Lucas and Mark. Night and day. I always knew Susan favored Mark, but I didn’t realize it was this bad. “Where’s the body? Why aren’t you at the funeral home? Why call me back?” Thinking of Lucas, I felt a pang of regret. I originally dated Mark because he was somewhat my type, but after marrying into the family and seeing Lucas, I learned what “breathtaking” meant. Compared to Lucas, Mark was like tap water. One night, I came home late and saw Lucas showering with the door open. Like I was possessed, I stood there staring. Lucas was not only handsome, but… let’s just say everything was bigger than Mark’s. “Well, honey, aren’t you a doctor?” Mark stammered. I was furious. “I’m a doctor, not a necromancer! What good am I?” “Wait, you didn’t call the cops OR send him to the funeral home?” 2 “Honey, we didn’t know what to do, so we put Lucas in the basement.” “You go check. He’s not stiff yet. Still warm!” I almost coughed up blood. I had gathered some evidence against Mark for other things, but I didn’t want to be known as the wife of a murder suspect. “Mark, are you crazy? Hiding a body? Do you want to go to jail?” Mark nodded meekly, but Susan shielded him. “Sarah, watch your mouth! Mark is your husband. Don’t you dare turn against family!” There wasn’t a trace of sadness on her face. Lucas was way more dutiful than lazy Mark. When Susan had lung surgery, Lucas did everything while Mark played video games. “Where is he? Take me to him!” I followed Mark to the basement. A wave of heat hit me; the heater was cranked up to ninety degrees. “Why won’t the lights turn on?” I flipped the switch multiple times. Nothing. The only light came from a dim nightlight deep in the room, illuminating a silhouette. “Honey, the bulb blew. Here, use my phone light. Give me yours too, two lights are better.” I didn’t think much of it and handed my phone to Mark. “Honey, Lucas is over there. Go check!” Mark and Susan stood at the doorway, refusing to enter. “Come in! How can I see without light?” “Please, babe, spare me. I’m scared of dead bodies, and Mom is old. Don’t torture her.” I rolled my eyes. You weren’t scared moving him down here. I squatted down, checking Lucas’s pulse and breathing. He had indeed been “dead” for a bit. There were hot water bottles around him, keeping the body warm and pliable. If I hadn’t checked his pulse, I’d think he was asleep. Just as I was considering whether to run or scream, the basement door slammed shut. I rushed over and pushed. Locked. “Mark! What are you doing?! Open the door!” “Honey, you know I have a low sperm count. Lucas was our only hope. Now that he’s dead, I can’t let our bloodline end!” Mark’s voice changed from meek to vicious. “That’s right, Sarah! Lucas just died, we have the heat on, he’s still warm! He’s still… capable. Hurry up and give me a grandson!” “If you wait too long, he’ll get cold and it won’t work!” I kicked the door. The dim yellow nightlight cast ambiguous shadows. Sleep with a corpse? Insane! “Sarah, don’t play games. Unless you finish the job, you aren’t coming out. You can rot in there for all I care!” After an hour of standoff, I examined Lucas’s wound. Mark wasn’t lying about the injury. But the blow to the back of the head looked intentional, not accidental. This was murder. If I didn’t do what they said, they’d kill me too. 3 “Sarah, don’t try anything. We can hear everything!” I “compromised.” I wanted kids, and since Mark was useless, getting Lucas’s genes wasn’t the worst outcome. I walked over to Lucas. His face was chiseled like a Greek statue. The towel barely covered him. Maybe it was the heat, but I felt flustered. I took off my outer clothes. Trembling, I pulled off the towel. Would this kill me? The warm light bathed Lucas in gold. Every muscle was defined. His legs were spread open, clearly positioned by someone. “Sarah! Start already! Do you want to come out or not? We have cameras!” I looked up and saw the infrared light blinking on the ceiling. I straddled Lucas carefully. I slipped. “Ah—” I gasped. Six years of marriage, and I’d never felt anything like this. Mark was… lacking. In every department. “Sarah, what’s taking so long? He’s getting cold.” I gritted my teeth and moved. Half an hour passed. He was still… ready. I was exhausted, collapsing onto his abs. Mark’s voice, filled with jealousy and mockery, came through the door. “Slut. You never acted like that with me. Dead fish. Turns out you have a kink. No wonder I couldn’t satisfy you!” I looked at Lucas’s side profile. Panic rose in my chest. What if he woke up as a zombie and ate me? I sat up and worked harder, using every trick I knew. Was it my imagination, or was Lucas moving his hips to meet me? At the critical moment, I felt like I was finally going to finish, but my body gave out first. I cried out. Suddenly, hands grabbed my waist and pulled me down hard. 4 “Ah—” I screamed. Lucas covered my mouth. “Sarah, what are you screaming for? Is it that good?!” Mark yelled from outside. I froze, forcing myself to calm down. “Mind your own business!” I lay on Lucas, whispering, “You’re not dead?” “You’re loud. But you…” Lucas looked me up and down, eyebrows raised. He was still… active inside me. I pulled away quickly, hovering over him to fake the motion. His pulse was weak earlier, almost nonexistent. He must have been in a deep state of unconsciousness until now. I moaned loudly to fool Mark while whispering the situation to Lucas. Lucas smiled. He had to play dead. “Since you’re alive, let’s burst out. Confront them.” I tried to get off, but Lucas pulled me back. “You think you’ll survive if we go out now?” “What do you mean?” “Mark tried to kill me. You figured that out, right?” “So? What does that have to do with me?” I had evidence of Mark’s affair and was planning to divorce him anyway. “Really? You don’t care about your life?” “Mark has tried to drug me before so I’d sleep with you for the ‘family line.’ Today, Mom tricked me into coming over, tried to drug me, and when I caught them, Mark bashed my head with a vase.” “Do you think he’ll let me live now that I’m awake? Do you think he’ll let you live knowing all this? You’re just an incubator to him!” I was terrified. Lucas was right. He was injured, and I was just a woman. We couldn’t take them both. “What’s the plan?” I whispered. I got dressed and banged on the door. “Let me out!” “Done? Don’t try to fool me. I’m checking if you have the seed!” Susan yelled. “Check all you want. But I’m hypoxic in here, which is bad for conception!” I used medical jargon to scare them. The door opened. Mark dragged me out. “Enjoyed yourself in there, huh? Am I worse than a corpse?” “Mark, are you crazy? YOU forced me! And yes, even dead, he’s better than you!” Mark raised his fist. Susan blocked him. “Son! The priority is the baby! Sarah, you better be pregnant. If you give us a son, we’ll treat you like a queen!” I nodded meekly, glancing at the basement. “Mom, I might be pregnant with the heir. I’m on your side now. But I don’t want to be involved in a murder. Bury Lucas now! I don’t want my child’s father to be a convict!”

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