Chapter 1 When I was fifteen, I “lent” my good luck to my foster sister, Madison. Six months later, her wealthy biological parents found her at the group home and took her back. They adopted me, too. When I was eighteen, I stopped her from dating the school’s star quarterback, Liam, ensuring she got into an Ivy League university. Later, Liam died in a car crash. Madison blamed me for everything. She shredded my SAT admission ticket, making me miss the test. She convinced our foster parents to kick me out and blacklisted me from every job in town. When I was homeless and begging on the streets, Madison still wasn’t satisfied. She locked me in an oil drum and left me to suffocate. I woke up gasping for air, back on the day her romance with Liam began. This time, I won’t stop her. And I’m taking my luck back. “I’m so hungry.” I leaned weakly against a dumpster. People walked by on the busy street, wrinkling their noses and steering clear of me. “Starving, aren’t you?” Madison stood behind me, her voice cold. “What game are you playing this time?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Since Liam died, Madison had engineered my expulsion from the family. She made sure no restaurant would serve me and no one would hire me. She toyed with me slowly. When I was on the brink of starvation, she’d propose a game. She livestreamed me scrubbing public toilets for two steamed buns. She put a collar on my neck and walked me down the street like a dog, rewarding me with a bowl of plain rice if I let people mock me. Madison sneered and signaled the bodyguards behind her. “Take him.” They grabbed my arms roughly and dragged me toward a van. Passersby pointed and whispered, but no one dared to intervene. Who would mess with the unpredictable heiress of the Vance family? The last person who tried to help me was still in the hospital with broken limbs. So I stopped hoping. I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt for me. I stared blankly at Madison, standing in the sunlight. She was no longer the girl whose eyes used to light up when she saw me. Back at the group home, when the director starved us, Madison would sneak into the kitchen to steal buns for me. I remembered crouching in a corner, devouring the food with tears in my eyes. “Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Slow down,” she’d say, patting my head gently. I wasn’t crying because of hunger. I was crying because she had been caught and beaten with a stick. She had protected the buns with her body, presenting them to me while covered in bruises. That was the first time anyone had been kind to me. So I lent her my “Koi Luck”—my innate good fortune. After that, she never got caught stealing again. Everything went smoothly for her, and eventually, her biological parents found her and took us both into their mansion. A cramp in my stomach pulled me back to reality. I was thrown into the van. Consciousness faded in the bumpy ride. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cramped, cold space. “Let me out! Let me out!” I had severe claustrophobia. Madison knew that! Panic surged like a tidal wave. I pounded on the walls. A small speaker crackled to life. Madison’s icy voice filled the space. “Ethan, this is what you deserve. If it weren’t for you, Liam wouldn’t be dead.” I couldn’t hear the rest. The suffocation grew stronger, and my consciousness began to scatter. I was the one who tried to save Liam. You were the one who killed him, Madison! Why am I the one suffering? Darkness swallowed me. My last thought was of endless cold and despair. Chapter 2 “Hey, weirdo! Are you deaf?” An arrogant male voice rang in my ear. My brain buzzed. The fear of the oil drum hadn’t faded, but the scene before me suddenly sharpened. Madison stood there, her face younger, still carrying baby fat but already showing her trademark haughtiness. Thinking it was a hallucination before death, the accumulated resentment exploded. I swung my arm and slapped her hard across the face. Smack! The crisp sound silenced the surroundings. She clutched her cheek, staring at me in shock. The boy who had spoken—Liam—gasped and shoved me to the ground. “Are you crazy? I’m talking to you, and you hit Madison? You wanna die?” Liam helped Madison up, checking her red cheek nervously. “Maddy, are you okay? I told you this foster brother of yours is psycho. You didn’t believe me, and now look!” He glared at me, raising his foot to kick. I rolled away agilely. “You dare dodge?” Seconds later, Liam’s cries of pain filled the air. I pounced on him like a feral animal, grabbing his hair and slamming his head against the ground, raining punches on him. It’s you! You and Madison ruined my life! It’s all your fault! By the time Madison reacted, I had beaten the star quarterback into the dirt. His lip was bleeding. She rushed over, pushed me away, and helped Liam up, her hands trembling. I frowned, finally feeling the stinging pain in my knuckles. I looked at my hands, then at the scene—Madison and Liam in their school uniforms, the familiar campus path… I realized I had been reborn. Back to the time when their secret romance was just beginning. Watching them glare at me, I slowly stood up. A cold smile played on my lips. My fingernails dug into my palms, drawing blood, but I felt no pain. Chapter 3 Liam was a genuine trust-fund baby. I was just the adopted charity case of the Vance family. And I had just beaten him up in public. The school didn’t dare cover it up. Parents were called. “Mr. and Mrs. Vance, look what he did to me!” Liam pointed at me, a bandage on his face. “People like him shouldn’t be allowed in this school!” Liam’s father, Mr. Summerfield, saw his precious son’s bruised face and looked ready to kill. Madison stepped forward, bowing slightly to the Summerfields. Her tone was apologetic but protective. “Uncle, Auntie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t watch my brother closely enough. It’s my fault Liam got hurt.” She turned to me, her eyes complex. “Ethan, apologize to Liam. Now.” I stood my ground, meeting her gaze. I refused. In my past life, the first time I caught them making out in the woods behind the school, I merely reminded them to be careful. Liam felt humiliated and beat me until my mouth bled. Madison just watched coldly. The school gave Liam a slap on the wrist. I complained to Madison at home. She frowned and said, “Ethan, stop provoking Liam. He’s a Summerfield. We can’t afford to offend him. Can’t you just behave?” Later, when I caught them again, I heard Liam panting, asking her, “Your cheap brother is so annoying. Doesn’t he bother you?” Madison’s voice was impatient. “Ignore him. He’s just a stray dog my parents picked up.” After I lent my luck to Madison, my own luck plummeted. Liam’s bullying got worse. I’d come home bruised and dirty. Madison would look at me with disgust. “I told you not to mess with him. You deserve it.” Back in the principal’s office, I looked at the aggressive Madison and spoke, my voice full of grievance. “I saw a guy pinning Madison against the wall. I thought she was being assaulted, so I rushed to help. Who knew they were…” I paused deliberately, watching the adults’ faces change. Liam went pale. “Ethan, shut up!” I continued loudly. “I didn’t know they were kissing! I thought I was saving my sister! But Liam got mad and started pushing me, calling me names. If you don’t believe me, check the security cameras! See who started it!” Liam’s face turned ashen. He looked at his father in terror. Mr. Summerfield was known for being strict. He hated his son messing around during critical school years. “We’ll talk at home!” Mr. Summerfield roared, dragging Liam out. Mrs. Summerfield followed awkwardly, shooting a complicated look at us. The tables had turned. Now it was Madison’s turn to face her parents. Mr. Vance’s face was grim. “Madison, what is this? Didn’t you promise no dating until graduation? And is what Ethan said true?” Madison bit her lip, tears welling up. “Dad, Mom, it’s not like that. Ethan misunderstood. Liam and I are just…” Mrs. Vance sighed. “Let’s talk at home.” Chapter 4 At home, Madison and I were made to stand in the living room. I was punished for fighting; she was punished for lying and dating. She had sworn to prioritize her studies and help with the family business. Mr. Vance was furious. “If you don’t rank in the top three in this month’s exams, I’m cutting off your allowance and sending you to an all-girls boarding school in Switzerland!” It was an ultimatum. Mrs. Vance tried to mediate but signaled Madison to agree. Madison turned pale but nodded. “I promise, Dad. Top three.” Standing in the shadows, I smirked. Top three? Good luck with that, Madison. Your luck was borrowed from me. Life at the Vance manor wasn’t as easy as outsiders thought. Mr. Vance had high standards. He expected academic excellence and business acumen. Madison, having grown up in a group home, lacked the educational foundation of her peers. Without my “Koi Luck,” she wouldn’t have breezed through school or won those competitions. In my past life, when she cried over difficult homework, I would pat her back and say, “Don’t worry, sis. As long as I’m here, you’ll be fine.” Physical contact + the intent to give = transferring luck. I never told her this secret. I didn’t want to hurt her pride. She happily attributed her success to her own talent and effort. Now, I’m cutting off the supply. Let’s see how you get into the top three.

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At eighteen, my family “gifted” me to Sebastian Vance. He indulged in me, silently allowing my presence in his life. I stayed with him for three whole years, yet remained his dirty little secret. Driven by pride, I told him: Publicly claim me, or I walk. Sebastian leaned back, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “Suit yourself.” So, I cut all ties and vanished. Three years later, I met Liam Vance. He fell for me at first sight and insisted I meet his family. “My uncle runs the family business. His approval is all that matters.” I nodded and followed him quietly. But when the heavy mahogany doors swung open, I froze. 1 I never imagined that Liam’s uncle would be Sebastian Vance. Before I could react, Liam pulled me into the banquet hall. He walked towards Sebastian, introducing me with a bright smile. “Uncle Seb, this is my girlfriend, Chloe.” Sebastian’s gaze drifted from the clinking champagne glasses to me. I gripped the hem of my dress, heart pounding. He gave me a cursory glance, offering a noncommittal “Hmm.” His face was calm, his tone indifferent. Like he was looking at a stranger. “Uncle Seb is just reserved. Don’t mind him,” Liam whispered to me. He pulled out a chair for me, seating me directly to Sebastian’s right. The plates were already set. On each one lay a massive prawn. Word was, Sebastian caught them himself off the coast of Maine and cooked them personally. “Chloe, try it.” Liam expertly peeled the prawn for me, removing the vein. I stared at the pink flesh, frowning. Liam knew I was severely allergic to shellfish. One bite, and I’d be covered in hives. That’s how we met—I accidentally ate shrimp, and he rushed me to the ER. I pressed my lips together and shook my head slightly at Liam. “I can’t eat…” Before I could finish, Liam lowered his voice, interrupting me. “Chloe, everyone is eating. It’s rude if you don’t.” “This is your first time meeting my uncle. You need to make a good impression.” “If you get a reaction, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately. Don’t worry.” He poured me a glass of champagne. “Toast to Uncle Seb first, then eat the prawn. Compliment his cooking.” “Be good.” I pressed my lips together, silent. Although Liam and I were dating, our relationship wasn’t pure. When I met him, I was broke, working three jobs a day. So when a wealthy heir like him pursued me, I said yes quickly. Not out of love, but out of necessity. Liam was generous. Gifts were expensive, dinners were my choice, and holidays came with fat checks. In a way, he was more like my sugar daddy than my boyfriend. I looked at the bubbling champagne and finally nodded. Turning to Sebastian, I raised my glass, my voice steady. “Uncle Seb, a toast to you.” Sebastian’s eyes were dark pools. His expression was unreadable as he watched me down the drink. Liam’s chopsticks, holding the prawn, moved towards my lips. Just as it was about to touch my mouth, Sebastian, who had been sitting still, suddenly reached out and swatted the chopsticks away. The prawn fell to the floor. He leaned back, looking at Liam. “Didn’t I tell you? Seafood tastes fishy when it gets cold.” “Clear the table.” 2 After Sebastian spoke, Liam didn’t push me further. But a man sitting down the table stared at me, then let out a soft “Huh.” “Liam, your girlfriend looks exactly like Seb’s old flame.” The table went quiet. Curiosity ignited instantly. “Just an old story,” the man continued. “Years ago, there was this girl. Chased Seb like crazy. Shameless. Even stripped naked to climb into his bed.” “I forgot her name, but I remember her face. Looks just like Liam’s girl.” He chuckled, “Seb, take a look. It’s not the same person, is it?” Everyone turned to stare at me, whispering. Liam held my hand, frowning in displeasure but staying silent. It was Sebastian who spoke. His cold gaze fixed on the man. “Are you blind?” Then, he grabbed a wine glass and splashed the contents onto the man’s expensive suit. “Guests, I treat with respect.” “Troublemakers? Get out. Don’t dirty my floor.” Two security guards appeared instantly and dragged the man out. Only then did Liam pat my head soothingly. “Don’t worry. I know you’re not like that.” “Chloe, let’s dance. I’ll lead.” I didn’t want to stay under Sebastian’s watch, so I agreed. He led me to the dance floor, one hand on my waist, the other holding mine. He had taught me the waltz, rehearsing twice before we came. But for some reason, my steps were messy today. I kept stepping on his toes. I felt a gaze, heavy with suppressed anger, burning into my back. Like it was trying to X-ray my soul. But when I turned, everything was normal. Sebastian was talking to a friend, not looking my way at all. In my daze, Liam pulled me closer, his hand tightening on my waist. “Chloe, you’re distracted.” “Did my uncle scare you?” He tucked a stray hair behind my ear. “Don’t be afraid. He looks fierce, but he’s actually quite nice.” “Especially to my future aunt. He listens to her. If she says go east, he won’t go west.” I froze slightly. “He’s married?” “No, engaged. But the wedding is soon.” Liam smiled, his fingers tracing the edge of my backless dress, slowly dipping lower. That gaze was back. Thick, sticky, displeased. I turned my head slowly and looked at Sebastian. This time, his eyes met mine. But the next second, Liam shifted, blocking him from my view completely. He smiled at me. “Chloe, focus on the dance I taught you.” I rested my hand on his shoulder, silent. Liam didn’t know that I already knew how to waltz. Sebastian taught me himself, step by step, years ago. 3 My family used to be well-off. Not “Vance wealthy,” but comfortable. Everything changed when I was eighteen. My stepfather’s business was on the brink of bankruptcy. He begged everyone, but no one helped. So, he turned to me. He showed me photos of four men and told me to pick one. I chose Sebastian Vance immediately. He had great bone structure, handsome features, and at twenty-something, he kept fit. Compared to the middle-aged men with beer bellies, he stood out. My stepfather nodded. Knowing Sebastian was going on a yacht trip, he pulled strings to get me into his cabin. That night, I was terrified. But I had no choice. If I failed, my stepfather would send me to someone else—maybe someone married, maybe someone cruel. So, I took off my clothes and, trembling, wrapped my arms around Sebastian’s neck. He resisted at first, trying to throw me out. I cried and begged him, kissing his lips, his neck, clumsy and scared. He had never been with a woman before. He froze. After a long pause, he cupped my face, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “Stop crying. I’ll try to be gentle.” I still remember that night vividly. He wanted me again and again, pushing aside my sweaty hair, placing soft kisses all over my skin. The next morning, I woke up in his arms. He had already investigated me. He knew I was the foster daughter of the Wei family, and he knew why I was there. He asked calmly, “Chloe, do you want to be with me?” “For three years. In return, I’ll invest in your stepfather’s company. Enough to save him.” I had no reason to refuse. I just sighed in relief, forgetting that his phrasing was “be with,” not “date.” Those three years with Sebastian were actually good. We were compatible, in bed and out. He liked to blindfold me with his tie, leaning down to bite my ear. Every time he returned from a business trip, he brought luxury gifts and kept me in bed until dawn. Once, he was invited to a gala. I begged him to take me. Reluctantly, he agreed, practicing dancing with me in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows late into the night. I went to the gala, wearing a gown that matched his suit perfectly, holding his arm. But when people asked, he introduced me as his “dance partner.” Just a partner. That night, I threw a tantrum for the first time. Sebastian didn’t get angry. He lounged on the sofa, looking at me calmly. “Chloe, what are you mad about?” “You know how you came to me. Did you really expect to be my girlfriend?” By then, I had been with him for three years. A lot had happened. My stepfather died in a car crash, the Wei family fell apart, and I lost contact with them. I was young and proud. I told Sebastian I wanted a title. If he wouldn’t acknowledge me publicly, I would leave. He looked surprised, then nodded indifferently. “Stay or leave. Suit yourself.” So, I cut all contact, moved to a new city, and started over. I grew up rich. Leaving the Wei family and Sebastian taught me the value of money. I lived in a damp basement. I faced rejection and bullying. My pride was ground down by poverty. That’s why I accepted Liam so easily. In many quiet nights, I thought of Sebastian. I asked myself, if I could do it over, would I leave him? Yes. Whatever the beginning, the result was that I fell in love with him. Because I loved him, I was strict with the relationship. I had delusions I shouldn’t have had. Liam’s voice broke my reverie. He looked at me with a smile, sighing softly. “Chloe, you look so beautiful tonight.” Ignoring the guests, he grabbed my chin and kissed me. The music swelled. The crowd noise vanished. Then, cheers erupted. Liam was usually polite. Tonight, he was aggressive, holding my head, prying open my lips, biting until I tasted blood. In the suffocating kiss, I opened my eyes. I locked eyes with Sebastian. He sat a few feet away, watching us coldly. His face was calm, but the veins on his hand gripping the glass bulged. He turned away, stood up, and left amidst the cheers. 4 I didn’t know how long Liam kissed me. He only let go when I was gasping for air. He had to socialize. He couldn’t stay with me all night. “I need to say hi to some people. I’ll find you later.” I nodded and sat in a corner. People nearby were discussing Sebastian’s fiancée. Victoria Vanderbilt, a blue-blooded heiress. Sebastian was very satisfied with her. They appeared together often. Elders said the wedding would be by the end of the year. I felt bored and suffocated. I got up to walk in the hallway. The air was fresher outside. As I passed a room, the door opened. A hand grabbed my wrist and dragged me in. The room was pitch black. He pinned me against the door, looking down at me. His bangs brushed my forehead. His voice was cool and familiar. “Chloe.”

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Everyone knew I had a System. That’s why no one wanted to be “captured” by me. On Christmas morning, I gave my mother a gift. She threw it into the trash without even looking. “Don’t waste your efforts on me. It won’t work.” When my father was attacked by a radical activist, I shielded him with my body. He pushed me into the knife. “Aren’t you trying to capture my affection? Taking a blade for me is the least you can do.” I spent six months coding a VR game for my brother. He loved it, but bragged to his friends: “Of course it’s good, the System made it. Do you think Aria could code something this complex?” Later, I gave my secret diary to my childhood sweetheart, the boy I grew up with. He flipped through the pages, sneering. “What, you think a notebook is enough to capture me?” Time ran out. I failed to capture anyone. The System coldly reclaimed my life. Just when I thought I had truly failed, that no one cared, that no one loved me… That cold System used its last reserve of energy to broadcast my memories across every screen in the city. 1 “She’s dead…” My mother touched my nose, her hand trembling. She stumbled back a few steps and collapsed onto the floor, disbelief written all over her face. “No, impossible. How could she die?” My father and brother couldn’t accept it either. They checked my pulse and breathing multiple times. Even though I had fallen from the balcony hours ago and my body was cold, they refused to believe I was gone. Because everyone knew I had a System. How could someone with a System die? “This isn’t our fault!” My brother pushed my corpse away, his eyes red. “She failed her mission. The System took her life. It has nothing to do with us!” My father nodded frantically. “Right, right. She failed to capture us. It’s not our fault. We just didn’t want to be manipulated.” “Blame her for being a monster. Blame the System!” My mother covered her mouth, sobbing, but nodded in agreement. “Aria, don’t blame us for being cruel.” “Your love was fake. You just wanted to complete your mission and go back to your own world.” “Maybe it’s better this way. At least now… you’re still here. You’re still my daughter.” My soul floated in the air, finally understanding why I had failed. They all knew I had a System. So they rejected my love, thinking it was just a calculated move to gain points. My heart ached to the point of suffocation. Despair filled me. Before I transmigrated here, I was an abandoned orphan. I thought being born into this world meant I would finally have a family. Turns out, they just saw me as a monster hosting a parasite. For twenty years, they never loved me. They guarded against me like a thief, played with me like a clown—giving me a sliver of affection only to stomp me into the mud. I really was a failure. “Host.” The System’s cold mechanical voice rang out. “You are not a failure. And you are not unloved.” A ball of blue light floated beside me, flickering. “Reading Host’s memories…” I froze. “0518, what are you doing?” “Stop! I order you to stop!” The light ball pulsated, and a smiley face appeared on its surface. “Host, 0518 is returning to HQ. Let me do one last thing for you.” The light exploded, blindingly bright. “Memory projection successful.” The light scattered into millions of pixels, raining down on every electronic device below. “No, don’t! Please…” I cried uncontrollably. It had used all its energy to broadcast my memories. 2 “Mom, Merry Christmas.” The TV in the living room turned on by itself. On the screen, ten-year-old me held a gift box, handing it timidly to my mother, who was getting a manicure. My inner voice played over the speakers: [I made these glass rabbit earrings myself. Mom will definitely like them.] The System’s cold voice retorted: [Host, she is not a target. Why waste your effort?] I huffed: [You don’t understand. She’s my mom. She gave birth to me.] [I didn’t have a mom in my last life. Now I do, and I’m so happy.] The System rolled its virtual eyes: [Sure, even though this woman never treated you like a daughter.] As soon as the voiceover ended, my mother on the screen waved her hand, knocking the gift box into the trash. “Don’t waste your efforts on me. It won’t work.” Her eyes were devoid of warmth. “Go play somewhere else. Don’t disturb me.” The manicurist looked at me awkwardly, then wiped off a smudge on my mother’s nail. I stood there, stunned. Then, tears began to fall. [See? I told you not to waste time on her. She’s cold-blooded.] “No! I’m not!” Outside the screen, my mother screamed. “Who turned on the TV? Turn it off! Turn it off!” She yanked the power cord, but the TV kept playing. “Mom, what did I do wrong? Why do you hate me so much?” Little me couldn’t help but ask. Why? I remembered when I was born, she loved me. She said she’d give me the best of everything. But something changed. Her love vanished, replaced by hatred. [Host, stop wasting time on this woman. She’s not worth it.] “Shut up! I didn’t! I’m not…” My mother’s face was a mix of colors. But I noticed something—she was more angry than guilty. Probably because the System said she wasn’t a “target.” She was proud. She couldn’t accept being irrelevant to the mission. “What is going on?” My father’s face was dark. He grabbed a vase and smashed the TV screen. It finally went black. Just then, his assistant called. “Mr. Vance, it’s bad. A video is being broadcast across all platforms.” “Views have already hit 100 million!” Such high views weren’t just because of the System. My mother was a famous retired actress. People cared about her life. “What? Impossible!” My father’s eyes filled with murderous intent. “Aria was so dependent on her mother. How could she do this after death?” “Find out who is behind this!” My mother found her phone. It was blowing up with calls from her agent and PR team. Her social media was flooded with hate comments. Wow, the great actress acts like a diva even at home? Speechless. That’s her own daughter. Even if it’s scripted, that’s too cruel. “Ahhh!” “Aria, I want you dead!” The mother I relied on, seeing her reputation crumble, grabbed a vase and smashed it onto my corpse. My heart seized in pain. Mom, I’m already dead. Even if you smash me into paste, I won’t die again. “Enough.” My father pulled her away. “You’ve been retired for years. It doesn’t matter.” But he didn’t expect the video to cut to him. 3 When I was sixteen, my father was targeted by a radical activist with a knife. In the video, my father was pushed to the ground. The man stabbed him in the leg. My mother and brother screamed and ran, trying to get as far away as possible. It was me. I was shaking with fear, but I rushed forward and pulled the attacker away. “Dad, are you okay?” My face was young, streaked with tears and snot as I called 911. “Ambulance! My dad is…” Before I could finish, my dad used his good leg to kick me. I stumbled right into the attacker’s path. The knife went through my shoulder. My father’s pupils constricted as he watched the screen. He muttered to himself, “Aren’t you trying to capture me? Taking a blade for me is only right. Yes, it’s only right.” I ignored his mumbling. I only heard the System’s panicked voice. [Host!] [Quick! Use points to buy the healing spray!] I endured the pain, sighing in relief only when the attacker was subdued. [No.] I said: [Points are low. Save them for Dad’s leg.] The System was furious: [The points he provides aren’t even worth the cost of the spray! You are wasting resources!] In the chaos, I sprinkled the healing powder on my dad’s wound, my face pale. [0518, you don’t understand. He’s my dad.] He was my dad. My hard-won family. What child doesn’t love their parents? I always believed they didn’t like me because I wasn’t good enough. Because I was weird. So I tried so hard. Not for the mission. But because they were my blood. I never imagined they hated me enough to wish me dead. Just because I had a System, they treated me with the utmost malice. The comments were exploding. The incident where the CEO of Vance Corp was stabbed had been huge news. Everyone realized this wasn’t CGI. It was real footage. WTF? He pushed his own daughter into a knife? Is he human? As a mother, I can’t watch this. He’s an animal. She gave him the only medicine she had, and he did that? Even a stranger deserves better. So what if she has a System? The family benefited from it! These people should rot in hell! My father threw his phone to the ground. “Haven’t you found the source yet?!” Even now, he was just angry, not panicked. Until the video cut again, showing a sweet, cute girl. My father’s face changed instantly. “Quick! Pay them whatever they want! Take the video down!” He looked at my corpse with red eyes, wanting to kill me all over again. I could mess with them, but touching their precious darling? They would fight me to the death. Even though I knew this, my heart still ached. My parents weren’t incapable of love. They just didn’t love me. They loved someone else’s child. In the video, the girl skipped into my mother’s arms. “Auntie, Bella missed you so much!” My stoic father smiled. “Oh, so Bella doesn’t miss Uncle? Guess I can’t give you this sapphire bracelet then.” Bella’s eyes lit up. “I miss Uncle the most!” My brother pulled out a gift box. “Oh? You miss Uncle the most? Then this limited edition LV bag…” Bella turned and hugged my brother. “Ethan! Bella misses you every day!” My mother giggled. “This child is incorrigible.” I hid in the corner, like a stray cat watching a house cat’s happiness. Bella was my cousin. And the protagonist of this world. 4 The internet went wild. That’s Bella Summers when she debuted! Didn’t she say she came from a humble background? She’s the niece of the richest family in the city? Is anything real anymore? Bella was from a humble background. In the original plot, Bella’s mom married a commoner. My mom, ambitious, married into money and cut ties with her sister. Originally, Bella’s mom would die of illness, and she would suffer under a stepmother before meeting the male lead and growing strong. The Vance family and the male lead’s family were rivals. My family would suppress Bella, leading to a torturous romance. But I thought Bella shouldn’t suffer. In the book, she was strong and optimistic. A lotus in the mud of the entertainment industry. So I changed the plot. I reminded Bella’s mom to see a doctor before her illness became fatal. Because of this, her mom lived. Bella started visiting the Vance family. She won over my parents and thrived in the industry. But she was jealous of me. In the video, Bella saw me hiding and smirked. “Cousin Aria, why are you hiding? Aren’t you going to welcome me?” “The Vance family is elite. Don’t you think looking so timid embarrasses Auntie and Uncle?” My mom scoffed. “I don’t know what sin I committed to give birth to her. If only she was half as sensible as Bella.” My dad looked at me coldly. “What are you staring at? Get out here.” My brother sneered. “Dad, forget it. She dresses so ugly. Don’t let her ruin our appetite.” Bella’s parents and her agent were there too. Seven or eight pairs of eyes judged me. Back then, my face burned with shame. Now, floating in the air, my soul felt transparent from the pain. I was their flesh and blood, but they loved another. They trampled my dignity into the dust. The internet was in an uproar. My family was frantic. “Why can’t we shut it down?! What is the IT department doing?!” Mom was tearing her hair out. “I knew Aria was evil! She recorded everything!” “Good thing she’s dead. Otherwise, we’d have no privacy!” Dad roared, “It’s your fault! You insisted she stay. I said send her abroad!” Mom retorted, “She’s weird! If she was outside, who knows what trouble she’d cause with that System!” Brother nodded. “Mom’s right. With that System, she’s dangerous.”

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When I was desperate and penniless, I took a forged betrothal contract and scammed my way into the wealthy Vanderbilt family. I had their youngest son, Asher, wrapped around my finger. He’d say, “You’re so annoying.” I’d press against his lips and threaten, “Say that again and I’ll kiss you until your mouth is sore.” He’d turn his face away: “You’re bothering me.” I’d pin him down: “Believe it or not, I’ll punish you again!” He’d turn bright red, and I’d tease, “Oh, such an innocent boy~” He’d ignore me, leaving behind a proud back, and I thought he was just playing hard to get. Later, when the truth came out, I realized he truly didn’t like me. So I packed my bags overnight and fled the country. Five years later, we met by accident. I thought he was out for revenge. Before I could speak, tears fell from his eyes: “You little liar…” “Coax me,” he said, gripping my hand, his voice trembling. “Just coax me a little, and I’ll forgive you.” 1 Originally, the girl betrothed to the Vanderbilt family was Serena Thornton, the heiress. But her heart belonged to someone else. Her father, desperate, found me—a look-alike—and asked me to take her place. I was thrilled. God knows how broke I was. So, clutching the forged contract, I flew north to New York alone. Grandpa Vanderbilt arranged for me to get engaged to his grandson, Asher, when I turned 20. He let me live in the Vanderbilt estate and covered my tuition at NYU. Even better, Asher was rich and handsome. I hit the jackpot! But he didn’t seem too happy with me. He even knelt in the study, defying his grandfather, calling arranged marriages “archaic feudal nonsense.” He said he would absolutely never marry me. I panicked. This was cutting off my income! Unacceptable! So, thump, I knelt beside him, crying even louder than he was arguing. “Grandpa Vanderbilt, it’s okay. Although I like Asher very much, if he’s unwilling, I can’t force him.” “Please don’t be difficult. I’ll leave right now.” Before getting up, I looked at Asher with teary eyes: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me. It’s enough that I like you.” He froze. He pursed his lips, looking incredulous: “You… like me?” “Yes. Do you believe in love at first sight?” After all, he was an 18-year-old boy. Being confessed to in front of elders made him flush. “I…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he turned his head away. Grandpa Vanderbilt stood up with his cane: “It’s decided! Asher, you are both young and in the same university. Feelings can be cultivated.” Asher remained kneeling but didn’t object further. I thought this was a good start. As long as I coaxed Asher, everything would be fine. I didn’t expect chasing someone to be this hard! 2 For two whole years, I didn’t even touch the hem of his shirt. Fortunately, my coursework was heavy. I was either working part-time or in the lab. So I only made my presence known to him whenever I could. It wasn’t until three months before the engagement that I started to panic. I heard the queen bee of the Arts School was pursuing Asher like crazy. My roommate comforted me, saying it didn’t matter, since I was the beauty queen of our Science School anyway. Asher would reject everyone equally. Great comfort. Don’t do it again. But this did cause huge damage to my fragile soul. I was fired up. At least I had the advantage of proximity! So I started my campaign, showing extreme concern for Asher and pestering him relentlessly. Finally, on the night of our engagement, I forced myself on him. I admit, I was gambling. After all, feelings grow over time. Since the result was me marrying him anyway. The process didn’t matter, right? It was just a bit awkward in the moment: “Um, I didn’t expect you to have no experience.” Although I was a blank slate too. But my theoretical knowledge was rich. Asher knelt on the bed with his back to me, leaving me a proud back and ears red as blood. After a long while, he mumbled: “Did you think I was a player?” Not really. But with his looks, body, and family background, I assumed he would be… you know? Sure enough, prejudice is a mountain in people’s hearts. I apologized immediately. I poked his firm shoulder, trying to comfort him: “It’s okay. One minute for the first time is already great.” Asher gritted his teeth so hard I could hear it: “Maya, you have a dirty mouth.” “?” I looked it up!! He criticized me, so I tackled him again in anger. He turned his head away, gripping the sheets, looking like he was facing death. But he was really delicious. I admit I’m lustful. But it’s human nature. Who can resist a 6’2″ gorgeous college boy? So, possessed by a hungry wolf, I kissed him. Then I started messing around. Asher grabbed the back of my head and pulled me away a bit. Breathing unsteadily, he frowned: “You are so annoying.” I immediately pressed against his lips and threatened: “Say that again and I’ll kiss your mouth until it’s sore.” “Don’t say things I don’t like. I am your lawful fiancée now!” Then I gave him a quick peck. He pursed his lips tight, trying to reason with me: “Maya, that’s not how you kiss…” I leaned in and smacked him again: “So what?” His face was redder than a cooked shrimp: “How do I tell you? You have to do that, not this.” “What are you saying? Can’t understand.” I held his face and kissed him again. Asher covered his mouth, so angry he got out of bed and hid in the bathroom. 3 But our intimate life improved. Asher replaced theory with practice, frequently breaking his one-minute record. He wouldn’t be outdone in frequency either. It was a bit too much for me. After all, I had experiments and studies during the day. So I Googled: “How to make a boyfriend abstinent?” A sister replied: “Try a style he hates?” Epiphany. That night I bought a small whip. Asher said he hated the feeling of being controlled. Then I’ll annoy him! Sure enough, we straight-A students are smart. That day, after studying and showering, I changed into a dominant outfit. Because I observed he probably didn’t like the Lolita style either. Hiding the prop under the pillow, I waited for him to finish showering and enter the room, then stood up and ordered: “Come here and give me a massage.” His eyes darkened, and he walked over with a cold face. When his warm hands touched my calf, I shivered. Don’t panic. I pretended to be calm: “Asher, didn’t you eat?! Is that all the strength you have?” “Oh?” His tone held a dangerous note. “Oh what! Haven’t you heard? Girls like guys with strong service awareness!” His hand moved up and pinched me, not too light, not too heavy. I jumped. Asher narrowed his eyes: “What’s wrong?” His voice was hoarse. My eyes darted around, remembering my persona today was a Queen. So I immediately took the thing from under the pillow and swept it over his lower body. He grabbed it, making me almost fall into his arms. A chuckle came from above. I arched up, stood firm, and kicked his abs. Circling, rubbing. His breathing heavied, and he turned his face away: “You are annoying.” Annoying, right!! Success, sisters! So I pushed my luck, pinning him down: “Believe it or not, I’ll punish you again!” I have plenty of strength and means. The tips of his ears turned red with anger. I smiled playfully: “Oh, innocent boy~” But who can tell me why I was flipped over again? Today’s Asher was like a mad dog. I could barely keep my eyes open, kicking him: “Aren’t you tired? I can’t do this anymore.” “We’ve barely started.” “Didn’t you say you wanted to serve me well? Hmm?” I glanced sideways at my torn clothes and sighed secretly. Who said he didn’t like it? He liked it too much. In the end, he even made me hold the whip and brought his face close to mine: “Want to hit me?” “?” I had screamed all my strength away. If my roommate Vivi hadn’t urgently called me to watch a show at Asher’s college. I would have almost forgotten that the Arts School queen was still vigorously pursuing him. 4 The queen bee was said to be a wealthy heiress from the South, beautiful and from a good family. Honestly, she looked quite compatible standing next to Asher. Devastatingly beautiful. Vivi and I even discussed if her skin was so white because of some beauty treatment. So much so that when the crowd chanted for them to get together. We both forgot ourselves and applauded along, chanting: “Get together! Get together!” Vivi stopped abruptly: “Wait, she’s your rival. We shouldn’t do this!” What else? Should I act like a jealous wife? But the girl was just confessing with roses. I couldn’t run up to Asher and say “He’s mine, don’t touch him,” right? That’s too cringe. And… Before I could finish “and,” I saw Asher push her away with a dark face and walk towards me step by step. I instinctively took a step back. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back. I don’t know why, even though he was smiling, I thought his smile was scary. Amidst the surprise of Vivi and everyone else, he slowly said: “Sorry, I have a fiancée.” “An arranged marriage from childhood.” Then, ignoring everyone’s gaze, he dragged me away. Asher had an apartment near the school. We usually lived there. He was practically dragging me to fly. Finally, when I couldn’t walk anymore, he threw me over his shoulder. He pinned me against the door, held the back of my head, and kissed me. I could clearly feel the intensity of his movements and the invasion between my lips and teeth. It carried a hint of punishment. He didn’t want to give me any air at all. Kissing me until I almost suffocated. I reached out to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. His lips moved away a few centimeters, allowing me a breath of air. “Should I praise you for being generous? Fiancée?” Asher’s eyes were terrifyingly red, his expression obscure, gritting his teeth. The atmosphere was intense back there. But I couldn’t say that; it would make him angrier. So I softened my voice and kissed his dimple: “Not at all. I like you the most, the most.” “Cut it out.” He turned his face away. Looking like he couldn’t be coaxed. I broke free from his restraint and hugged his neck instead, acting coquettish: “It was my fault. How about I grant you one wish?” “Anything?” He raised an eyebrow. “As long as it’s not too excessive, anything.” “Save it,” he said. “Because right now, I have more important things to do.” Then he bent down, picked me up, and walked toward the bedroom. ???

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Before my dad took his last breath, he left me a huge surprise. He told me my mom wasn’t dead. She had remarried, taking my two older sisters with her. I left our small trailer park to find her, only to discover I didn’t just have two sisters anymore. I had… One, two, three, four new siblings. The eldest sister, the CFO of the family empire: “Pick a gem, Leo. Can’t decide? Just take them all.” The second sister, Hollywood’s new “It Girl”: “I got you VIP tickets to my concert, front row center! It’s all yours.” Even the stepsister who isn’t related by blood… “Little brother, drink your milk. You need to grow taller. Eat more, okay?” And the formerly arrogant, rebellious stepbrother… “Who bullied my little brother? Get out here, I’ll kick your ass!” Me… I guess I’m just going to lie down and enjoy the ride! 1 My dad died. Before he croaked, he told me to find my mom. With no idea where to start, I embarked on the journey to find her. Mrs. Miller from the trailer next door tearfully stuffed homemade biscuits into my tattered backpack. “Leo, honey, don’t go hungry.” I hugged her and took the water bottle from old Mr. Henderson. “Leo, stay hydrated.” Finally, Uncle Bob, the mechanic, rubbed my head and threw me onto the Amtrak heading to Boston. He said, “Your mom married rich. If she doesn’t want you, use your secret weapon.” I carried my small backpack, tears in my eyes, feeling like a lost puppy. I shouted into the wind, “Uncle Bob, what… is… my… secret… weapon?” No one answered. Only the echo from the canyon replied. Scared as I was, I eventually stood shakily at South Station in Boston. Clutching the address, I rang the doorbell of a massive villa in a wealthy suburb. The woman who opened the door was dressed impeccably. She looked me up and down. “Who are you looking for?” I fidgeted with my fingers. “I… I’m looking for my mom. Her name is Elizabeth.” “Come in.” Although suspicious, she let me in and made a call. “Mrs. Sterling, there’s a young boy downstairs. He says he’s looking for you.” Before long, a woman walked down the grand staircase. I marveled at the place. It was like a palace. They even used an intercom to talk. “Leo?” The woman was beautiful, with barely any wrinkles under her eyes. She wore a silk robe and pulled me into a tight hug. I froze, feeling the softness and the strange sensation. Is this… Mom? “It’s Mom, it’s Mom. Leo, I missed you so much.” The beauty wept, tears rolling down like crystal beads. “Mom?” I tentatively asked. “Yes!” She hugged me tighter and rubbed my hair. “Quick! Call Victoria and Chloe back!” My beautiful mom started giving orders. “Who are they?” I asked, confused. “Your sisters.” She held my hand and led me upstairs. “Your dad had a gambling problem back then, and you were too young. I could only take your sisters and run. I planned to come back for you later, but you found us first.” I whispered, “Dad died.” Maybe it was my imagination, but she paused for a second before bending down. “Mom will treat you better. I’ll be so good to you, Leo.” “Stay here, okay?” Her eyes were gentle. I widened my eyes and nodded obediently. Soon, she cleaned me up and led me downstairs. Just as we reached the steps, someone pushed the front door open. The woman seemed to carry a cold wind with her. Her gaze was sharp. She put her briefcase aside and started unbuttoning her coat. I instinctively stepped back. Mom led me down. “Leo, this is your eldest sister.” Mom explained gently. “Hi, big sis,” I lowered my head, sneaking glances at her. The woman squatted down, her eyes full of smiles. “Leo, you’ve grown so much.” She pinched my cheek, her smile deepening. “I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!” Someone shouted, rushing through the door. “My brother is here?” “Where is he?” The moment our eyes met, we both screamed. “Ahhhhh! Chloe Sterling!” She vaulted over the sofa with one hand. The next second, a beautiful face was magnified in front of mine. I almost stopped breathing. Even in my remote trailer park, I had seen her commercials on TV. America’s Sweetheart, Chloe Sterling! She’s my second sister! I started to suspect this was all a dream. “Leo, did you miss me?” Chloe pinched my cheek too. Not satisfied with one, she pinched both sides. “Leo was too small back then,” the eldest sister crossed her arms, stating a fact. I nodded unconsciously. “Yeah.” “It’s okay, you’ll remember later. Chloe loves you the most! I saved a ton of fun stuff for you!” Chloe grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. “Let’s eat first. Leo traveled a long way. He’ll see the stuff later,” Mom said gently. “Madam, Mr. Sterling says he’ll be back soon. Miss Harper and Master Ethan… said they aren’t coming home tonight.” A trace of helplessness flashed across Mom’s face. “I know.” “Harper and Ethan aren’t coming back again?” The eldest sister sat aside, flipping through a file, her voice cold. “They’ve been acting out lately. Maybe Uncle needs to talk to them,” Chloe said, twirling a lock of my hair. Mom sighed and called me over, showing me a photo. “Leo, this is your Uncle Richard, my current husband.” The man in the photo was handsome and sharp. “This is Harper, Uncle Richard’s daughter.” The girl in the photo looked a bit disgruntled. “Her eyes are blue!” I exclaimed. “Yes, her mother was French,” Mom explained. “Oh, okay,” I nodded obediently, earning a round of head rubs from my sisters. “This is Ethan, Uncle Richard’s son.” The boy had great hair, but the corners of his mouth turned down. He looked full of angst. “He’s handsome,” I praised sincerely. “Our Leo is the best looking!” Chloe puffed out her cheeks and muttered. I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Haha, let me see the handsome boy!” A hearty male voice came from the door, footsteps heavy. I looked up. The man was tall; I had to crane my neck to see him. He was strong, completely different from my sisters. He looked… safe. He half-squatted and reached out. “Come here, let Uncle see.” I moved from Mom’s arms, curiously observing him. “Hello, Uncle.” “Hello, Leo!” “How old are you?” He let me look at him, asking softly. “Eighth grade,” I answered obediently. He rubbed my face, grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly, he lifted me up and placed me on the dining chair. He rubbed my head. “Let’s eat!” Mom smiled and sat down. My sisters sat beside me. “Eat up. After dinner, I’ll show you something cool!” Chloe whispered. “Chloe, less talking, more eating!” Mom interrupted. “It’s fine. She can talk to Leo,” Uncle Richard said warmly. My sisters both looked up, surprised by his words. Mom paused for two seconds before saying, “Oh, okay.” “Which room does Leo want?” Uncle Richard asked while putting food in my bowl. “Victoria works late, don’t disturb him. Chloe is rarely home, but when she is, she’s loud. The room behind theirs is a storage room, you can’t stay there.” “Uncle Richard!” Chloe pouted, looking annoyed. I shook her hand under the table, signaling I’d see her toys later. “You are loud!” Victoria nodded in agreement and offered a suggestion. “Leo can stay in the room next to mine. Good lighting.” Uncle Richard thought for a moment. “Okay, that one. If Harper and Ethan have complaints, tell them to come to me.” I wondered why they would complain. I found out when I moved in. We were neighbors. 2 Chloe opened the door and introduced me. “My room is at the end of the hall. Victoria is opposite me.” She opened the room next to Victoria’s. “This is yours! Great sunlight during the day. The peach tree branches touch your window!” I rolled on the bed, overjoyed. “Next door is Ethan. Opposite him is Harper.” Chloe looked around unnaturally. “Don’t talk to them if you don’t have to.” “Huh?” I didn’t hear clearly. “What did you say?” Victoria walked in with milk and kicked Chloe as she passed. “Don’t talk nonsense.” She turned to me. “Leo, drink your milk.” “Okay.” I drank it all, amused by their loving gazes. “I finished!” “Okay, bedtime now.” Victoria tucked me in and dragged Chloe out. “Wait, wait! Leo, I have toys to show you!” Victoria grabbed her by the scruff of her neck. “Tomorrow. It’s rest time.” “Sleep? What time is it?!” Chloe protested. “Your schedule is unhealthy!” Victoria ignored her struggles, turning off the light for me at the door. “Goodnight, Leo. Toys tomorrow.” I laughed and shouted okay. I yawned. I was tired. But I didn’t sleep well. In the middle of the night, I met… Harper. I screamed when she kicked the door open, instinctively turning on the lamp. “You! What are you doing!” She was swinging a baseball bat, destroying my room. Bang! Crash! “Yo, this is the new brother?” “Harper, what are you doing!” Victoria arrived quickly, shielding the shivering me. “Just teaching the new kid a lesson. Letting him know who runs this house.” Harper shouldered the bat, chewing gum loudly. “Leo is young! You’re scaring him!” Victoria trembled with rage. “Why waste breath on her!” Chloe appeared and tackled Harper. Victoria joined the fray. I was left alone, circling them helplessly. Mom and Uncle Richard were on the third floor; they couldn’t hear the commotion. Luckily, this seemed routine. Soon, the three of them stopped, panting. I worriedly circled Chloe. “Don’t worry, Leo. I’m fine.” I waved my hand. “Chloe, take care of your face. I like your face.” Chloe froze. Harper stood up shakily behind her, sneering. “Brother, we’ll clash plenty in the future!” I saw her stumbling and reached out to steady her. “Oh, okay. Goodnight, Harper.” Harper’s look changed. She stared at me like I was an idiot. Her gaze was fierce, almost making me cry before she looked away. “Scared stupid.” “Watch your mouth!” Victoria and Chloe spoke in unison, ready to fight again. I stopped them and ushered everyone out one by one. After a quick tidy, I slept until noon. 3 I had met Victoria, Chloe, and Harper. Only Ethan was missing. I played with a small, exquisite action figure. “Like it?” Chloe sat beside me, eyes full of expectation. “Yeah!” I nodded, but hesitated. “Chloe, you saved… this many?” The entire storage room was filled with figures. Chloe twisted the hem of her shirt. “When you were little, you said you liked them.” I blinked. I had no memory of my sisters. Mom said she left when I was born. When did I say I liked figures? Seeing me stare, she said awkwardly, “I was holding you, walking around. A guy teased you with a figure. You wanted it, he wouldn’t give it! You cried.” I was surprised. “I don’t remember.” She said anxiously, “I remember! I knew then I wanted to give you everything good in the world. But…” I patted her shoulder. “Okay, okay! Don’t think about the sad stuff.” I stood next to a life-size figure. “Chloe, am I as tall as this one?” She rubbed my head. “Our Leo will grow tall!” We spent the afternoon organizing the room. It became my playroom. Besides figures, there were expensive toys. Uncle Richard even sent a slide when he saw us. If Mom hadn’t stopped him, he would have sent a ball pit. Well, he sent it anyway. After playing, I opened my door to find Victoria sitting at my desk. “Victoria,” I called obediently. “Hmm. Like the playroom?” She wore gold-rimmed glasses tonight, looking gentle. I sat on a small stool next to her. “Yes! Chloe played with me for a long time!” Victoria pinched my cheek. “Chloe is the fun one. Leo must like her more. You said you liked her face yesterday.” I sensed something wrong. I moved my stool closer. “I like you just as much, Victoria!” “Really!” “Victoria is great too!” Just a bit scary looking. I swallowed that thought. She looked like an abandoned puppy. “Victoria~” I tried to act cute. “Okay.” Victoria pulled me up to sit on the desk. She stood behind me and produced three boxes like magic. “Look at these. Like them?” The first box had loose diamonds, sparkling under the light. “Wow!” The second had a ruby watch. Exquisite. “Pretty!” I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The last box had a pearl necklace. Each pearl glowed. “This is too expensive, sister.” I pushed the boxes back. “I don’t need expensive jewelry!” Victoria rubbed my head lovingly. “I might not be able to play with you like Chloe, but I can afford these. If you want anything, I can get it for you.” I bit my lip. “I know. I’ll pick one.” I felt it was too flashy for a kid. “Can’t decide?” Before I could answer, Victoria decided. “Keep them all. By the way, the ruby is the cheapest.” Watching her leave, I suddenly understood why she stopped Chloe yesterday. The gems sparkled, pure as a sister’s desire to make up for lost time.

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I was snatched by a mob boss, while my best friend was forced to marry a corporate elite. The day of the family gala— My best friend and I stared at each other in shock. The mob boss and the corporate elite were brothers. Biological ones. The boss and the elite were busy making money. My best friend and I were busy spending it. Until their adopted sister returned from abroad— The maids whispered that she was the “white moonlight” both brothers couldn’t have. My best friend, Chloe: “I scraped together some cash. Wanna run?” Me: “Good thing I hoarded gold bars. Let’s go.” But when I walked down the jet bridge, I boarded the mob boss’s private jet. He smirked devilishly: “Woman, what am I going to do with you?” 1 “Chloe, why did you touch my things?” “…I’m sorry. I thought it was a gift for me. I didn’t know it was for Jenny.” From twenty feet away, I could hear my best friend Chloe arguing with her husband, Julian Sterling. “Jenny is my sister. I don’t care what you do usually, but don’t get any ideas about her.” “Julian, you don’t trust me… You’re being so mean to me for her.” Julian’s voice was cold, flat. Chloe sobbed quietly, sounding wronged. I wanted to eavesdrop more, but Julian suddenly opened the door. “…Hi, good evening.” I waved awkwardly. Julian’s face instantly returned to his polite, corporate smile: “Good evening, sister-in-law.” … “Chloe, what happened? I heard you guys arguing from down the hall.” I tiptoed to close the door and pulled my best friend onto the couch for gossip. Chloe dropped her pitiful act instantly, her face full of disdain: “That dog of a man definitely has issues. I just tested him, and his true colors came out.” I paused. “You know too?” “Yeah, even the lady who cleans the cat litter knows. The adopted sister, Jenny, is coming back to the States.” I slapped the table. “She’s the white moonlight of these two brothers!” Chloe rolled her eyes. “The kind they almost fell out over.” We exchanged a meaningful look. Chloe leaned in, looking like a thief: “I scraped together some cash. Wanna run?” I smiled mysteriously: “You can always count on me. Good thing I hoarded gold bars. Let’s go.” She looked at me deeply: “What, you willing to leave your cool, domineering husband for me?” “Pfft!” I rolled my eyes this time: “Does he think I don’t know? He chased me like a maniac because I look a bit like Jenny. Now that the real deal is back, am I supposed to stay here and die?” We hit it off immediately. We spent the night planning our escape with the same energy we used to pull all-nighters for college projects. Everything was ready. We just needed the right moment. 2 “I’m a genius.” Thinking about our flawless escape plan, I laughed out loud in bed. As long as I could eat, drink, and gossip with Chloe, I’d be satisfied. Thinking back, I was inexplicably chosen by Dante, inexplicably snatched, and inexplicably dragged to a family gala. Then I heard his people say: “This girl really looks like Miss Jenny.” I understood instantly. The “replacement trope” had landed on me. I was just a happy girl who liked staying home and playing video games. Why did fate do this to me? I was stubborn and unyielding. Until I saw Chloe at the gala—my best friend since childhood. Since she was forced into a marriage with a business tycoon six months ago, I had lost contact with her. “Boohoo, I looked everywhere for you!” Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Chloe and I hugged and cried. Then I learned that Dante, the mob boss hiding in the shadows, and the dazzling Julian were biological brothers. One took their dad’s last name, one took their mom’s. I turned to Dante with a sweet smile: “I’ve thought it through. I’ll stay.” … “Hey, why are you drooling?” Half-asleep, Dante, the mob boss who had just done god-knows-what, came back. He leaned in and wiped the corner of my mouth. “Hehe… hehehe…” I was still dreaming of running to freedom with Chloe. Vaguely, I felt a warm body lie down next to me. Strong arms pulled me into his embrace familiarly… Whatever. Enjoying this before leaving wasn’t a bad idea. 3 When I woke up the next day, it was already 10 AM. Unexpectedly, Dante, who usually left before dawn, was still there, leaning against the bed playing with a camera. “What are you looking at?” I leaned over to look. I saw a photo of me sleeping on his chest, drooling. I rolled away grumpily. Dante mocked me: “Evidence. So you can’t deny it later.” He reached out and scooped me back, planting a hard kiss on the corner of my mouth. This damn refined man, always smelling of expensive cologne. “By the way, Jenny is coming back tomorrow. Come with me to pick her up.” My heart skipped a beat guiltily. Usually, Dante and Julian were elusive. It was hard to find a time when both were distracted. Only when they both went to pick up Jenny could Chloe and I escape smoothly. I pretended to be calm: “Oh, tomorrow? But I promised to go to the doctor with a friend.” Dante raised an eyebrow. Before he could ask, I rattled off: “Don’t worry, it’s a girl, a former colleague. She’s alone here and doesn’t know anyone. Only I can go with her.” Dante was hostile to any male near me, but lenient with female friends. He thought for a moment: “Alright. Come home early, stay safe.” “And… the flu is going around. Keep your mask on at the hospital. Don’t take it off.” Hmm. If he didn’t constantly remind me I was a pitiful replacement, Dante wasn’t a bad guy. 4 It was like God was helping us. The night before the escape, Dante was busy with something and didn’t come home all night. I used the excuse of walking the dog to send out my two large suitcases early. But at the agreed time, Chloe didn’t show up. One hour, two hours… Her phone went straight to voicemail. Until I was bored scrolling TikTok and saw a glimpse of Chloe on a gossip account. She looked like she wanted to curse. “The Sterling family’s adopted daughter Jenny returns! What miracles will this gilded genius pianist create? Especially the old stories with her two brothers…” I understood instantly. Chloe couldn’t get away. Julian dragged her to the airport to pick up Jenny. I cursed my brother-in-law a hundred times in my heart. He fought with his wife over Jenny two days ago, and today he forced her to meet his white moonlight. Scumbag! Total scumbag! Finally, at dinner time, the group returned home. A radiant Jenny, and a lifeless Chloe. Having watched videos all afternoon, I knew Jenny had been acting like an arrogant peacock since she landed, giving Chloe a hard time. “Ah, is this my sister-in-law? You look… older than I imagined.” She looked at me, blinking her big eyes, spewing venom. “Oh, this must be sister Jenny. Flying ten hours is tough, huh? Your skin is so dry, look at those fine lines. And those smile lines are deep. Did you suffer abroad?” I leaned in to examine her. Sure enough, Jenny’s smug face contorted. But being a seasoned white moonlight, she immediately looked pitifully at Dante and Julian: “Brothers, does sister-in-law not like me? Did Jenny do something wrong?” As expected, Julian didn’t dare say anything to me, but Dante’s face dropped. “Ava, looks like I spoiled you too much. Watch your mouth. Apologize to Jenny!” I acted scared: “Sister Jenny…” I suddenly grabbed Chloe’s hand and ran. “Your hair is dry too! And your hairline is receding. Suggest getting a new hairstyle!” Bullying my best friend, humiliating me in public, and wanting an apology? These three jerks deserved each other!

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Chapter 1 My granddaughter, Lily, was bullied by a classmate. Instead of apologizing, the other family was incredibly arrogant. Just because they had connections in the city government, when I went to the school, the school dared not intervene. When I went to the police, the police told me to let it go. They even arrogantly told me they had people in the court system and dared me to sue. With no other recourse, I had to take out the two Medals of Honor left by my son and daughter-in-law after their deaths and kneel at the gate of the military base. Six years ago, when the commander personally delivered these two Medals of Honor to my home, he said: My son and daughter-in-law died for their country. They were heroes, martyrs, and the pride of the nation. But now, I want to ask him again: Why is the daughter of martyrs being bullied, and no one cares? … Just because my granddaughter is an orphan, she became the target of the school bully. She was dragged into the restroom by the bully, beaten and humiliated for seven hours, and ended up in the emergency room in critical condition. The bully, Tiffany Taft, chewed gum fearlessly. “Even if you sue me, I’m not afraid. I know the law. I’m a minor. At most, I’ll get a scolding. I won’t go to jail.” Her expression was relaxed, showing no sign of remorse. The bully’s parent also looked disdainful. “Look at you, nitpicking. You just want more money, don’t you?” “I can give you money, but you have to sign a settlement agreement stating that your granddaughter’s injuries were caused by her own fall and have nothing to do with my daughter!” After saying that, he took out ten thousand dollars from his bag and threw it in my face. He sneered contemptuously, “Your granddaughter gets beaten up, and you earn ten grand. There’s no easier way to make money in the world.” I looked at my granddaughter lying on the hospital bed, tubes inserted all over her body. Under the loose hospital gown were shocking scars. Burns, cuts, lacerations, layer upon layer. I couldn’t imagine how desperate she must have been during those seven hours of bullying. But now, Lily’s suffering was just a bargaining chip measured in money in their eyes. Furious, I rushed up to grab him but was pushed down. My blood pressure medicine scattered from my pocket, along with two golden star-shaped medals. I crawled over to pick them up, but he stepped on them, mocking me, “Old man, if you’re not convinced, go ahead and sue us. Let me tell you, the chief judge is my cousin. See if you can win.” The principal beside him signaled them to leave quickly and not agitate the victim’s family any further. With that, the father and daughter swaggered away. I hurriedly picked up the two star-shaped medals stained with mud, looked at my unconscious granddaughter, and tears couldn’t stop falling. Chapter 2 The principal helped me up from the ground and earnestly advised me, “The Taft family has money and power. You, an ordinary citizen, can’t fight them. Sign the settlement agreement early, take some compensation, and let this matter go.” “Continuing to make a fuss will only affect our school’s reputation. How will parents outside view the school?” I was shocked. My granddaughter was bullied at school, and the principal’s first thought was the school’s reputation, not justice! I couldn’t believe these words came from an educator. My granddaughter was abused into the hospital by a school bully, and a light sentence about compensation was the end of it? Shouldn’t the perpetrator be punished? Seeing that he couldn’t convince me, the principal lost patience. “Besides, they are willing to pay. What more do you want? Do you have to drive people to death?” The principal coldly pulled a file from his briefcase and threw it at me. “If you don’t sign the settlement agreement, Lily Zhang won’t be studying at our school anymore!” I couldn’t believe it. To protect the bully, the principal threatened to expel my granddaughter. What right did he have to do that? The principal sneered and said that Tiffany Taft’s relatives were judges, and the interpretation of the law was in their hands. I would never win a lawsuit. The school wouldn’t offend the children of leaders for a poor kid like Lily Zhang. Holding my granddaughter’s file, I leaned against the cold wall of the hallway. An indescribable bitterness pressed on my heart. We obviously did nothing wrong; why are we the ones getting hurt? Chapter 3 After composing myself, I returned to the ward. After waking up, Lily kept curling herself up in the quilt, refusing to come out. Seeing her shivering in the blanket, my heart ached even more. I walked over and held her in my arms. She nestled in my arms, sobbing. “Grandpa, it hurts… it’s so uncomfortable…” “Tiffany Taft and the others hit me, bullied me, said I was a child with no parents, born to be bullied. But I clearly have parents.” “Didn’t Mom and Dad say they would come home to see me when I turned 10?” “I’m already 15? Why haven’t they come back yet? Did I do something wrong, and they don’t want me anymore?” “Is it because I secretly ate ice cream when I was little?” “Grandpa, can you tell Mom and Dad that I know I was wrong? I won’t eat ice cream anymore. I’ll be a good, obedient child…” “I miss Mom and Dad so much… If they were here, they wouldn’t dare to bully Lily…” Listening to Lily’s cries, I clutched the medals in my pocket, my heart aching like it was being cut by a knife. Six years ago, when the military commander handed these two medals to me, I hid them away, afraid to let Lily see them. If Lily knew the truth about her parents’ sacrifice, it would mean she really had no parents… I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to let tears fall. Child, how can I tell you that your parents will never come back… “Grandpa, you said only bad kids who do wrong things get punished? But I really didn’t do anything, and they rushed over to bully me…” Enduring the bitterness, I touched her head and comforted her, “Lily has always been a good child. They are the bad ones.” “Bad people will definitely be punished.” Lily looked at me with teary eyes, full of hope. After finally coaxing my granddaughter to sleep. I went to the police station to report the crime. But the police’s answer sank my heart to the bottom. Tiffany Taft’s parents were the richest people in the city, and they had relatives who were officials. Even the police were helpless against their family. The police officer sighed heavily, then looked at me with sympathy. “The city government leaders are their relatives, and they even have connections in the province. You can’t fight their family. Just endure it.” I walked out of the police station gate in despair. Even the police couldn’t help. My heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cave. Just then, my phone beeped. I clicked it open, and my heart suddenly tightened. It was a video of Lily being bullied! Chapter 4 In the video, my granddaughter was surrounded by a group of them in a corner. They lined up to slap her face. My granddaughter curled up alone in the corner, crying helplessly. “Someone like her, unloved by her father and mother, is born for our amusement.” The bully zoomed in on my daughter’s face. My hand holding the phone trembled; I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Tiffany Taft’s father’s provocative words were sent along with the video: [Old man, is the video nice? If you don’t sign the settlement agreement, believe it or not, I’ll spread this video all over the internet and make your granddaughter a laughingstock!] After saying that, he sent a photo of a skinned little rabbit. Lily was born in the Year of the Rabbit, and her favorite animal was a little rabbit. I was shaking with anger. “Don’t you think this is too much?” “I am too much. What can you do to me? My family has relatives in the court. Not to mention beating someone, even killing someone wouldn’t require legal responsibility. Your granddaughter will be miserable, living in the shadow of being bullied for the rest of her life!” When I sent another message, he had blocked me. I tried contacting many law firms, but everyone told me they couldn’t and wouldn’t take this case. The Taft family really had deep connections and background, as the principal said, even having relatives in the court to help. Is it possible that justice for Lily can never be reclaimed? Lily’s mental state was getting worse. She had trouble sleeping every night, and even when she fell asleep, she would wake up from nightmares. Lily cried and told me she was afraid to close her eyes because every time she did, she would dream of the day she was bullied by Tiffany Taft. I held Lily in pain, and she cried uncontrollably in my arms. “Grandpa, I just dreamed of Mom and Dad.” “I dreamed they were holding me and playing in the amusement park, but not long after, they received a mission. They said the country needed to borrow them for a while, and they would come home after the mission was completed.” “But Grandpa, when will the country return my parents to me?” “If Mom and Dad were with me, no one would dare to bully me because I don’t have parents anymore…” “Grandpa, why don’t bad people get punished?” Staring at my granddaughter’s pale face, I was speechless. A wave of indescribable grief and helplessness surged in my heart. Chapter 5 The next day, I walked into the courthouse with the prosecution materials I had written overnight. I had no other choice; the indictment was my last hope. Entering the gate, I ran into Tiffany Taft’s father, who was chatting and laughing with a leader. Seeing me, his face changed drastically, and he immediately ordered the security guards on duty at the door to stop me. “This old man is crazy; don’t let him in!” I was pressed to the ground by security. No matter how unwilling I was, I appeared so weak in front of these people. Tiffany Taft’s father stood triumphantly in front of me, throwing the torn indictment in my face: “I told you, the court leaders are all my relatives. This is not a place for you to reason. It’s useless even if you sue to the heavens!” “If you know what’s good for you, sign the settlement agreement quickly. Otherwise, I won’t be polite!” Their laughter was like sharp knives, ruthlessly piercing my heart, making me feel incomparable humiliation and pain. Sitting alone outside the courthouse, I felt an unprecedented despair. Shouldn’t the court be a place of fairness and reason? Why has it become a shelter for the powerful? Unwilling tears slid from my eyes, blurring my vision. I just wanted justice; why was it so hard… When I bent down, the medals in my pocket fell out. They rolled down the stone steps, all the way to the bottom. I picked up the medals and stared blankly at the military compound not far away. Six years ago, the military commander personally said that Lily’s parents were martyrs who died for the country. The children of martyrs would be protected. If I encountered trouble in the future, I should come here to find him. He also promised that he would never let soldiers bleed and cry. I took a deep breath and limped towards the military compound. Under the gaze of the guards, I knelt at the gate of the military compound next door, raising the two medals above my head with trembling hands. “Comrade, I want to ask, are these Medals of Honor? Are my son and daughter-in-law martyrs who died for the country?” “If so, why is there no one to care when their daughter is bullied?” Under the sunlight, the golden medals shone brightly, and the bright red five-pointed stars were dazzlingly red. When the three powerful words “Medal of Honor” came into view, the guard’s face changed instantly. He knew the weight of these three words too well, and now the old man held two of them.

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At his birthday party, Asher Vance suggested playing a game of “Blind Man’s Bluff.” He deliberately mistook his childhood sweetheart for me and held her in a passionate kiss for three whole minutes. The crowd started teasing: “Asher, your girl is jealous. You better go comfort her.” Asher said dismissively: “It’s just a game. If we took this seriously, we would have broken up dozens of times by now.” He didn’t know that this time, I really took it seriously. On my way home alone, Hayden sent me nine shirtless photos of his abs. I swiped through them one by one, dialed his number, and summoned the courage to ask: “My boyfriend doesn’t have abs. Can I borrow yours to touch?” Chapter 1 The private karaoke room went dead silent when Asher Vance pulled Jenny into his arms and kissed her. Everyone’s eyes darted towards me, gauging my reaction. I was stunned. Asher was my boyfriend of three years. Tonight was his birthday, and we were celebrating with a bunch of friends in a private room at a trendy bar downtown. When the party was in full swing, he suggested playing “Blind Man’s Bluff.” Asher’s best friend started riling him up: “Asher, you and Chloe have been together for three years, you guys must have incredible telepathy. How about you find her while blindfolded and give her a French kiss?” Honestly, I was hesitant. I didn’t want to play this kind of game in front of so many people. But Asher was super into it, acting all confident: “Bring it on, who’s scared? I could recognize Chloe with my eyes closed.” The friends, always up for some drama, immediately got a blindfold from a waiter and handed it to Asher. After the game started, Asher passed right by me. He paused for a moment but didn’t recognize me. He walked a couple of steps further and pulled his childhood friend, Jenny, into his arms. Everyone wanted to tell him he was kissing the wrong person, but he was kissing her so passionately. Seeing my lack of reaction, everyone shut their mouths and said nothing more. The kiss lasted for three whole minutes. Jenny broke free from Asher’s arms, gasping for air. Asher took off the blindfold, looked at the person in front of him, and a look of shock flashed across his eyes. “Jenny, why is it you?” “It’s me.” Jenny looked at me aggressively: “I thought your feelings were deeper, turns out you guys aren’t that close.” Everyone started teasing: “Asher Vance, sister-in-law is angry, you better go comfort her.” Asher looked me up and down and said indifferently: “It’s just a game, if we took this seriously, we would have broken up dozens of times already.” After saying that, he walked over to me and explained: “I didn’t mean to recognize the wrong person, blame it on the fact that you and Jenny wore the same perfume today.” Chapter 2 I actually didn’t wear perfume today. But the perfume Jenny wore tonight was indeed the one I usually wear. But that’s not an excuse. I’m 5’6″, Jenny is 5’2″, a difference of 4 inches. If you can’t tell the difference when kissing, your brain must be fried. Plus, I accidentally saw the chat history between Asher and Jenny last night. Jenny bet him: [Asher Vance, do you dare to kiss me in front of Chloe tomorrow?] Asher: [Why wouldn’t I dare? I plan to play Blind Man’s Bluff tomorrow, and then I’ll kiss you in front of her, she won’t dare to get angry.] Jenny: [Sounds exciting, then I’ll wear the same perfume as her tomorrow, okay?] Asher: [Okay. But, if I do this, is there a reward?] Jenny: [If you dare to kiss me in front of her, I’ll give you my virginity, do you dare to take it?] Asher: [If you dare to give it, I dare to take it.] Jenny: [Aren’t you afraid she’ll break up with you?] Asher: [Don’t worry, I’m her first love, she’s well-behaved and traditional, she won’t marry anyone but me in this life.] [Besides, you aren’t afraid of your boyfriend getting jealous, what am I afraid of?] Jenny: [You’re so bad, but I like it! I’ll be watching your performance tomorrow.] Jenny and Asher were childhood sweethearts, they had seen each other running around in diapers. So, their chats were very explicit. Their daily interactions also lacked boundaries. Jenny would proactively tell Asher her measurements, what size bra she wore. She even half-jokingly said to Asher: “Asher Vance, can you give me a set of lingerie for my birthday? I’m sure it’ll be exciting to wear it to tease my boyfriend.” Before, whenever I got jealous, Asher would come and coax me: “Jenny is just a tomboy, I don’t treat her like a woman, don’t be petty with her.” Asher was very handsome, the campus heartthrob at our university. He was very considerate to me, a rich second-generation kid driving a sports car, sticking to me every day to run errands for me. Under his aggressive pursuit, I agreed to date him. After we started dating, I found out he had a childhood friend with no boundaries. If I had known earlier, no matter how handsome he was, I wouldn’t have considered him. Now, he kissed the tomboy he talked about. Asher’s explanation made me uncomfortable, I picked up my bag and said: “I don’t feel well, I’m leaving first.” Seeing this, friends reminded Asher: “Asher, that joke you just made was too much, sister-in-law definitely can’t accept it, go chase her.” Asher sat on the sofa without moving, he glanced at me and said coldly: “Chloe, today is my birthday, are you sure you want to embarrass me?” Chapter 3 “You embarrassed me first.” I dropped a sentence and left the private room without looking back. Behind me, Asher kicked over the trash can by his feet. Jenny approached with a wine glass and said heartlessly: “Asher, why are you angry on such a happy day? I’ll drink with you.” Asher downed the wine in one gulp, then sent me a message: “Come back, I’ll clear your shopping cart for you, okay?” Asher had never lacked money, and he was always generous. Before, whenever we quarreled, he would buy buy buy until I calmed down. He thought this time, he could coax me with the same old tricks. But this time, I was serious. I could barely accept him verbal flirting with Jenny. But a three-minute kiss, I couldn’t forgive no matter what. I coldly refused: “No.” Asher frowned and lost patience: “Chloe, I said it was just a game, there’s a limit to throwing a tantrum.” My chest felt tight and uncomfortable, I didn’t want to reply to him anymore. I called a cab by the roadside, and my phone popped up countless messages. Opening it, it turned out to be nine shirtless photos from Hayden. Hayden is my neighbor-brother. Three years ago, my family moved to the villa next to his. We both raised cats, mine is named Mochi, his is named Dumpling. Mochi and Dumpling often visited each other’s houses. We added each other on WeChat because of this, to make it easier to find the cats. In the photo, Hayden lifted his shirt, taking a mirror selfie in the gym. His abs were distinct blocks, and the veins on his V-line could even be seen spreading downwards… I opened the nine shirtless photos and looked at them one by one carefully. I sighed inwardly, Hayden’s abs were really well-trained. If only Asher had half his self-discipline. I wouldn’t haven’t even touched a man’s abs until now. Just as I wanted to reply to him, he sent a message first: [Sorry, sent wrong.] Chapter 4 What, it was sent wrong? Sent wrong is sent wrong, but why send nine in a row? Nine in a row is fine, but why did it take two minutes before he realized he couldn’t withdraw them and realized he sent them wrong? Scheming man. I edited a message to reply: [Did you intend to send it to your girlfriend?] Hayden: [Chloe, don’t you know if I have a girlfriend?] Me: [Who knows if you’re secretly dating?] Hayden: [Not dating.] Me: [Oh oh.] Hayden is three years older than me. According to my observations of him. He goes to work at the Hayden Group from Monday to Friday, and goes home to feed the cat after work. He stays at home every weekend. If he really had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t stay at home every day and not go out. The car arrived, I got in, and told the driver the destination. In the car, Hayden continued to message me: [Went to celebrate your boyfriend’s birthday? Are you staying home tonight?] Me: [Yeah, staying home, what’s up?] Hayden: [I bought some new cat canned food, bring Mochi over to play later?] Me: [Too late, another day.] Hayden: [Your Mochi loves sleeping on my abs recently.] He also attached a photo of Mochi sleeping on his abs. Mochi really takes after its owner. It’s much more promising than me. I haven’t even touched abs, and it’s already sleeping on a man’s abs. Hayden is a cold and domineering CEO in the eyes of outsiders, but in my eyes, he is a caring neighbor-brother. Actually, Hayden is my ideal type, he’s handsomer than Asher and has a better body. But alas, before I met him, I already had a boyfriend. Bewitched by the shirtless photos, I suddenly wanted to go play at Hayden’s house a bit. I edited a message and sent it over: [Hayden, my boyfriend doesn’t have abs, can I borrow your abs to touch?] There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, followed by a series of messages. [Chloe, what do you take me for?] [Only my future girlfriend can touch my abs.] [You already have a boyfriend, don’t eat from the bowl and look at the pot.] [My family upbringing is strict, I can’t be someone else’s mistress.] I was wrong. I repent. I shouldn’t have lusted after his abs. But isn’t he a little bit at fault too? He knew I had a boyfriend, yet he sent shirtless photos to seduce me. My willpower wasn’t good to begin with. I frankly admitted my mistake: [Forget it, forget it, there are plenty of such photos online, who wants yours?] After replying to this message, I exited the chat page. Went to a certain red software to search for shirtless photos. Looked around, none were as good as Hayden’s. When I exited the social software and returned to the chat page. I saw Hayden sent me several messages: [Don’t search online, okay?] [I’ll let you touch them, okay?] [What time will you get home?] [I’m waiting for you at the door, you can touch however you want!]

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I drive a “Love Truck.” The cargo hold isn’t filled with goods, but a sturdy bed frame and a plush mattress. I drive along desolate back roads until the couple in the back is finished. One day, after I parked, a woman rushed out of the cargo hold, crying hysterically. She hugged my leg, tears streaming down her face, begging me to help her. She said as long as I agreed, she’d do anything. Chapter 1 I lit a cigarette, turned the ignition, and felt the slight sway and rhythmic vibrations from the cargo box behind me. This is my job, and my life. My name is Shane, and I’ve been in this business for five years. People ask, why would anyone choose the back of a truck over a comfortable hotel? Simple. No ID required. You don’t have to worry about leaving a paper trail in some database. Unlike hotels, there are no security cameras capturing your face in high definition. Most importantly, no cops are going to knock on the door. From the outside, it looks like a standard refrigerated delivery truck. Valid registration, permits, everything is legit. But inside, it’s lined with soft carpet and holds a queen-sized bed. Even the walls are padded with soundproof foam. After picking up clients at a designated spot, I drive loops around unmonitored back roads until their time is up. Five years without a hitch. Until today. Chapter 2 This afternoon, I picked up my clients at a secluded park. A balding, overweight man and a young, stunningly beautiful woman. One glance, and my eyes were glued to her. I swear, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Under the sunlight, wearing just a tank top and shorts, her skin seemed to glow. Her small face and large, watery eyes nearly hooked my soul right out of my body. It wasn’t until the heavy cargo door slammed shut that I snapped out of it. “Must be nice to be rich,” I muttered, starting the engine, distracted. Throughout the drive, her image kept replaying in my mind. Hearing the faint sounds from the back, I gulped down water, trying to suppress the fire in my gut. My rate is $300 an hour. The man tossed me a stack of cash—$1,000—and booked three hours. Usually, I’d be thrilled with a $100 tip. But this time, those three hours felt like torture. Finally, time was up. I parked and opened the rear door. A wave of perfume hit me, and a soft body slammed directly into my arms. I froze, looking at the woman in my embrace. She was terrified, her hands gripping my shirt tightly, trembling uncontrollably. Before I could ask, she spoke in a shaking voice. “Please, help me.” She pointed a trembling finger at the cargo hold, as if a monster was hiding inside. What the hell happened? I calmed her down and slowly walked inside. The sight on the bed made me jump. The man was dead. His fat face was flushed red, a satisfied smile frozen on his lips. Even crazier, the man was still… active, if you know what I mean. I gasped, frowned, and stepped out. After thinking for a moment, I decided to call 911. But as soon as I pulled out my phone, the woman grabbed my wrist. “Please, don’t call the police.” “They’ll blame me, and his family won’t let me live.” She claimed he took some pills, got too excited, and his heart gave out. I was skeptical. I’ve seen people die from that before. They clutch their chests in pain. They don’t die smiling. And his condition… what kind of pill is that strong? Seeing her pitiful state, I sighed. “I can’t help you.” “He died in my truck. If I don’t report it, I’m in deep trouble.” Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. She knelt on the ground, hugging my thigh. Her voice was choked with sobs, yet undeniably seductive. “He turned off his phone to hide this from his wife.” “And we haven’t passed a single camera since we got on.” “Even if we dump him somewhere, no one will know.” “Besides, what you’re doing isn’t exactly legal.” “If the cops come, you’re going down too.” “If this gets out, your business is dead.” Seeing my silence, she stood up, her curves pressing against me. Her breath tickled my ear. “This stays between us.” “Help me, and you help yourself.” “If you agree, I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want…” Feeling her body heat, I swallowed hard, gritted my teeth, and nodded. Chapter 3 I put the woman in the passenger seat and started the engine. I know these woods like the back of my hand. I know where people don’t go. Finally, I parked by a stagnant, wild pond in the marshlands. Tie a rock to him, toss him in, and the swamp critters will pick him clean. I put on gloves to drag the body out. The moment I grabbed him, I froze. The man looked huge, easily 250 pounds of fat. But I pulled him off the bed effortlessly. He felt like he weighed maybe 90 pounds. That was insane. He felt like a blow-up doll—massive on the outside, hollow on the inside. Time was tight, so I shoved the doubt down. I tied a heavy rock to the body and kicked it into the pond. With a gurgling sound, the body sank into the murky green water. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and let out a long breath. The woman walked over, staring at the water with a complex expression. “You really know the spots. No regular person would find this place.” “I wouldn’t have thought to use a rock.” I explained with a bit of pride, “Without the rock, the gas makes them float.” “Then we’d be in trouble…” I stopped myself. She took a tissue and wiped the sweat from my face. “You must be tired.” “Don’t worry, it’s over.” “Now… I’m yours.” I looked down at her pale skin, and my brain short-circuited. I picked her up and carried her into the back of the truck. After the storm passed, the woman curled lazily in my arms and told me her story. Her name was Foxy. She was an orphan. No family, no degree, no skills. She got tricked into this life. She thought she found a sugar daddy, but it ended like this. Foxy laughed bitterly. “It seems I can’t hold onto anything in this life.” In that moment, something in my heart twitched. I blurted out: “Quit this life.” “Stay with me. I’ll take care of you.” Foxy wrapped her arms around my neck, giggling. “Can you afford me?” “I have a big appetite.” Her eyes roamed over me, and she licked her lips. I noticed her tongue seemed longer than a normal person’s. No wonder she made me feel so good. The fire in me reignited, and we rolled together again. Chapter 4 I brought Foxy home. As soon as we entered, my dog, Sparky, went berserk. He was a small terrier mix, usually chill, but now he was barking madly, fur standing on end. I tried to calm him, but Sparky wouldn’t stop staring at Foxy. I kicked the cage in frustration. He whimpered and shrank back, but his eyes never left her. I looked at Foxy apologetically. “He’s acting crazy today. Usually, he’s friendly.” Foxy glanced at Sparky and licked her lips. “It’s okay. Cute doggy. I’ll take good care of him.” I left Foxy in the living room and went to shower. When I came out, Sparky was lying quietly in Foxy’s arms. She smiled at me. “See? We’re friends now.” I was about to praise the dog when I noticed something wrong. Sparky’s tail was tucked tight between his legs, his body trembling. He stared at me, looking like he wanted to whine but didn’t dare. What scared him this much? I took Sparky from her to check him. But as soon as I held him, a warm stream hit my leg. The smell of urine filled the air. The damn dog peed on me! I smacked him and threw him in the cage. He curled into a ball, burying his head. Disgusted, I looked at my wet pants and went to shower again. But Foxy followed me in. Clothes dropped. She wrapped around me. My legs felt weak. I pushed her away. “Maybe not today…” But the next second, a heat rushed through me. My energy returned instantly. “You witch.” I cursed under my breath and closed my eyes.

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Five years into our marriage, my husband died of a sudden asthma attack, leaving me and our son alone. Friends said it was a tragedy I was widowed so young. My parents urged me to remarry, to find a father for my son. I refused. I was determined to honor my husband’s memory. But on the third anniversary of his death, I overheard my father-in-law angrily questioning my brother-in-law: “It was your brother who had asthma. It was your brother who died. You faked your death to take care of his wife and child. Was it worth it?” “For three years, Lily has been a widow, raising Leo alone. You gave your niece a home, but did you ever think that from the day you ‘died,’ Leo lost his father, too?” In that moment, my blood ran cold. I realized that the man who died three years ago wasn’t my husband, Mark. It was his twin brother, Matt. My three years of mourning were a joke. That night, I called my parents: “Mom, Dad, I agree to remarry!” Chapter 1 After my husband died of a sudden asthma attack, my in-laws were too guilt-ridden to look me in the eye. They were overly solicitous, terrified I wouldn’t be able to handle widowhood and would remarry, taking their grandson with me and ending their family line. My parents, on the other hand, constantly urged me to remarry. They said I couldn’t be a widow forever and offered to set me up. I was stubborn as a mule. I refused, determined to honor my husband’s memory. I even comforted my in-laws, telling them not to worry. I wouldn’t let my son call another man “Dad.” For three years, no matter how hard or exhausting life was without my husband, I gritted my teeth and persevered. But on the third anniversary of his death, everything changed. I accidentally overheard my father-in-law berating my brother-in-law in the study. “Mark,” he hissed, “your brother was the one with asthma since birth. He’s the one who’s gone. Why did you have to stage your own death and take his identity?” Mark? That was my husband’s name. What did he mean, “stage his own death”? I froze, unable to process what I was hearing. The next second, a man’s voice rang out. “Dad, Lily was pregnant. How could she have handled the shock? As for my wife, Sarah, I gave her a son. She won’t be childless in her old age. That’s enough.” “From that day on, I decided to take my brother’s place and care for his wife. As for the identity of Mark? Let it stay buried.” I couldn’t listen to any more. My limbs went cold, and my head buzzed like it had been pierced by needles. So, the man who died wasn’t my husband. It was his twin brother. And my husband, the man who should have been closest to me, faked his death and abandoned me and our son to raise another woman’s child. Tears finally, uselessly, flooded my eyes. Mark had saved me from a dark place. Even after I was kidnapped and my reputation was ruined, he didn’t reject me. Instead, he knelt on the spot and proposed, swearing to be good to me forever. After we married, he was devoted. He never let me suffer a single grievance. Everyone said the Peterson family had produced a great lover, and I became the envy of every woman in town. That’s why, when he died, I decided to honor him, even remain a widow. But now, thinking back, I felt pitifully stupid. Mark had always been healthy. He’d never even had a cold. How could he have died of asthma? It was all an act. He’d been pretending for three years, all to take care of the “one who got away.” What about me and our son? What were we to him? I desperately covered my mouth to keep from making a sound and fled in disgrace. Chapter 2 Back in my room, my son woke up, rubbing his eyes at the noise. Looking at his small face, so like Mark’s it was as if it had been carved from the same mold, my heart twisted. How could Mark, as a father, bear to let his young son grow up without a dad? Seeing my unconcealed sadness, my son’s face filled with concern. “Mommy, is Daddy pretending not to know you again?” My heart shook. I suddenly remembered that after Mark appeared as his brother, Matt, my son had continued to call him “Daddy.” At the time, I had always stopped him, telling him it wasn’t Daddy, it was Uncle Matt. I thought my son missed his father too much and couldn’t tell his identical twin uncle apart. I never imagined I was so wrong. A child’s eyes are always clear. He had always recognized his own father, but he didn’t understand why, overnight, his father wouldn’t acknowledge him. No wonder. No wonder “Matt” was so good to me and my son. He always bought a gift for my son whenever he bought something. He asked after his well-being, periodically brought meat and vegetables, and secretly gave us money. Yet, he was strict only when my son called him “Daddy,” always quickly interrupting and correcting him. Others said that as an uncle, he was impeccable. Even a biological father could rarely do so much. Before I knew the truth, I had been grateful to this brother-in-law, keeping his kindness in my heart, always thinking I would repay him someday. But now that I knew the truth, it was all so ironic. He was my son’s biological father. Wasn’t it his duty to be good to him? Didn’t he feel guilty doing these things? I couldn’t hide the bitterness rising inside me. I had never felt so clearly that the Mark I knew was dead. He had buried himself with his own hands. I had mourned him for three years. This relationship was over. After calming down, I looked at my son seriously and asked if he would be willing if Mommy remarried and found him a new daddy. “Mommy, I don’t know why Daddy won’t acknowledge me, but since you don’t want him anymore, I don’t want him either. Wherever you go, Leo will go. If Daddy won’t protect you, Leo will!” Sensing my grief, Leo hugged me, his small hand patting my back comfortingly. In that instant, tears burst from my reddened eyes. “Okay!” I hugged my son tightly, then called my parents. The call connected, but before I could say anything, my parents’ usual well-meaning advice washed over me: “Sarah, since Mark died, John has proposed to us dozens of times. You’ve known each other since you were kids, you know everything about him. And he’s a Captain now. Why are you so stubborn? Why won’t you agree to remarry…” I cut them off. “Mom, Dad, I’ve thought it through. I agree to remarry.” There was five seconds of silence on the other end, followed by a wave of wild joy and disbelief. “Really? That’s wonderful! It’s good you’ve thought it through. We’ll contact him immediately and start preparing the wedding! Don’t worry, John has promised us many times. After you marry him, he’ll treat Leo like his own son. As for you, just go and enjoy your life.” Through the phone, I could feel my parents’ excitement. They had worried about me so much these past three years, but because of Mark, I had disappointed them every time. Not anymore. Chapter 3 The next morning, I took my son downstairs for breakfast. At the table, Mark was attentive, serving his sister-in-law and niece, busy as a bee. To anyone watching, they looked like a happy family of three. Before I knew the truth, I had envied the cherished sister-in-law countless times, fantasizing that if Mark hadn’t died, he would have treated me this well, too. But now, watching this scene, I only felt a profound sense of irony. My eyes burned, but I forced myself not to cry. There was no one left to wipe my tears. Mark noticed my pale face from the corner of his eye and actively put a piece of meat in both my bowl and my son’s. “Sister-in-law, eat up. Mark is gone. Even if not for yourself, you have to think of your nephew.” His tone was natural, a normal concern from a brother-in-law, as if the Mark who died wasn’t him. “Uncle Matt, I’ll serve Mommy!” But in the next moment, my son raised his chopsticks, put a piece of meat in my bowl, and responded sensibly to Mark. Hearing this, Mark’s face changed abruptly. He even accidentally knocked over his bowl and chopsticks. Because this was the first time my son had called him “Uncle Matt.” Before, no matter how he corrected him, my son had never called him uncle. He had always called him Daddy. But today, the words “Uncle Matt” were like a thunderclap exploding in his brain. “Leo, you… you used to always mistake Uncle Matt for your daddy. Why did you change today?” He looked at my son, steadying himself before speaking. My son smiled at him. “Uncle Matt, I was little before, so I always mistook you for Daddy. Now I’m older. I know my daddy died three years ago. Don’t worry, I’ll never call you wrong again!” Hearing this, Mark was dumbfounded. He couldn’t say a word in rebuttal. Finally, he could only force a calm laugh. “Is that so? That’s good.” But his eyes kept darting between my son and me, as if trying to capture a clue from our faces. He held his chopsticks for a long time without eating a bite. My son and I didn’t give him a single glance. We just buried our heads and ate our food. This made Mark even more restless. He kept glancing at us, and finally, he tentatively spoke. “Although I’m not Leo’s dad, Leo is no different from my own son. Don’t be so distant in the future. We’re all family.” “If you have any difficulties in the future, just ask me for help. Don’t always carry it alone.” I forced a bitter smile. Was he regretting it because his son no longer called him Daddy? But he was the one who chose to fake his death and abandon his son. I put down my chopsticks and, taking my son who had finished eating, stood up directly. Before leaving, I didn’t thank him for taking care of my son as I used to. Instead, I stared straight into Mark’s astonished eyes and left one sentence. “Big Brother is right. No matter how close we are, you’re not Leo’s biological father after all. We, mother and son, can live our lives well on our own.” Chapter 4 Early the next morning, I went to the department store. I bought the milk candy and pastries my son had wanted to eat for a long time. Finally, I walked to the wedding section and pointed at a beautiful red dress, asking the clerk to take it down for me to try on. Coming out of the fitting room, looking at my reflection that seemed several years younger, I was stunned. The clerk looked at me and praised enthusiastically, “Getting ready for your wedding, right? Red is the most festive! So many people come to me to buy clothes, but you’re the first one to wear this dress so beautifully.” But I silently took off the dress and pointed to another one that was more elegantly colored, asking the clerk to wrap it up for me. Because people who are widowed cannot wear red when they remarry. When I walked out of the department store carrying bags full of things, I ran right into Mark, who was shopping with his sister-in-law. He was stunned when he saw me, then greeted me unnaturally. “Sister-in-law, why are you suddenly out shopping?” Since his fake death, I had stayed indoors, never having the leisure to go shopping. Seeing me buy so many things suddenly surprised him. I didn’t want to get entangled with him, so I made up an excuse to put him off. But when we passed each other, he saw the wedding dress peeking out of my bag. His face suddenly became solemn. When we got married, we also bought our wedding supplies here. Only the dress back then was red. Now, the dress in my bag was a plain color. But why would a widow like me buy a wedding dress? He stood frozen on the spot for so long that his sister-in-law next to him noticed something was wrong.

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