The SATs and the Comic-Con fell on the same day. After finishing the English section, the class queen put on a revealing cosplay outfit, crying and begging to go to the convention to become an “Anime Goddess.” My childhood friend, the class president, not only personally escorted her but also rallied our classmates to go cheer her on. Seeing the whole class respond to his call, I worried everyone would miss the Math exam in the afternoon. I pleaded with them until they finally stayed. The class queen, her Comic-Con dreams shattered, cried her eyes out. My childhood friend cursed me out: “You vicious, clingy girl, I will never like you!” Before the exam scores were released, the class queen dragged me into an alley and hacked me over a dozen times with a machete. My intestines spilled onto the ground. “Since you won’t let me be a star through Comic-Con, I’ll just have to borrow your life.” Before I died, I found out. The class queen’s scores weren’t even good enough for community college. My childhood friend, for her sake, had bound me to a “Score Swap System.” As long as I died, the class queen could take my scores and happily go to Harvard. My parents, seeing my corpse, had a mental breakdown, ran into traffic, and were hit by a car. My classmates even gave false testimony, saying the class queen was with them the day I died. I opened my eyes again. I saw the class queen posing provocatively. I walked up and ripped her short skirt. “Show a little more cheek, and you’ll definitely be the brightest goddess at Comic-Con!” 1 The next second, a slap from my childhood friend, Tyler, landed hard on my face. “Mia, you’re disgusting! Just to stop Bella from going to Comic-Con, you deliberately tore her skirt!” The burning pain made my eyes sting. I really was reborn. It wasn’t a dream. Tyler glared at me furiously. “You’re always jealous of how close Bella and I are, making things difficult for her. And on such an important day, you’re sabotage her!” Classmates chimed in: “Mia, don’t think Tyler will like you for this. He’ll just think you’re a cheap, clingy girl!” “Bella prepared so long for Comic-Con, and you ruined it!” Their malicious attacks made me grind my back teeth. In my past life, I told them the round trip to the convention center was two hours. If they went, they would definitely miss the Math exam in the afternoon. I begged for an hour, my voice hoarse, until I finally persuaded them to stay. But even then, before entering the exam hall, my classmates were cursing me: “You bitch, you made Bella so sad. If she does poorly on the exam, it’s all your fault!” Since you all love Bella, the manipulative exhibitionist, so much. Then go with her to community college! I covered my face and shut my mouth, coldly watching Tyler incite everyone: “The more Mia acts like this, the more we have to help Bella. We can’t let Mia win.” Bella collapsed into Tyler’s arms, looking aggrieved: “Since Mia doesn’t agree, I won’t trouble you and the classmates. I’ll figure something out myself…” Bella reeked of that fragile, innocent “pick-me” energy, completely different from the venomous woman who stabbed me to death in my past life. Resisting the urge to slap her, I lowered my head and sniffled dramatically: “You misunderstood me. I was worried Bella’s skirt was too long and she’d be outshone by others at Comic-Con. That’s why I helped shorten it.” 2 “Tyler, you can hit me or scold me, but you can’t twist my intentions…” Seeing my pitiful tone and the red handprint on my face, the classmates paused, their attitudes softening: “Honestly, the mini-skirt does look better. Maybe Mia really was thinking of Bella.” “Maybe we misunderstood. Mia is the discipline committee member, she loves bossing people around, but thinking back, she’s always looking out for the class.” Tyler looked at me suspiciously: “Mia, are you really that kind?” Tyler and I grew up together. He used to be the person I trusted and relied on most. Whether my parents scolded me or someone bullied me, he would always stand up for me first. But ever since Bella transferred here and became the class queen, wearing short skirts to ask Tyler for homework help every day, the person Tyler wanted to protect was no longer me. I swallowed the bitterness and pretended to be excited: “Of course. Once Bella gets famous at Comic-Con, we’ll be classmates with a rising star. It’s exciting just thinking about it.” Seeing me stop obstructing them, the classmates who were against me just moments ago started to hesitate: “But the Math exam starts at 3 PM. What if we go to Comic-Con and can’t make it back in time?” Tyler patted his chest, guaranteeing: “What are you afraid of? I’ve already asked my dad to arrange a chartered bus. Door-to-door service, absolutely won’t delay anyone’s exam.” “As the class president, would I screw you guys over?” With Tyler’s guarantee, plus Bella’s constant cute begging, the classmates dropped their doubts and excitedly squeezed onto the bus. I hid my secret joy and turned to leave. But Tyler grabbed my backpack: “Mia, you’re not going to snitch to the teacher, are you?” “I have to keep an eye on you. No chances for sabotage. You have to come with us to cheer for Bella.” Seeing this, Bella rushed forward: “If Mia doesn’t want to go, don’t force her. I don’t expect everyone to like me…” Seeing Bella wink at Tyler, I immediately understood her little calculation. Presumably, Bella had already hatched the idea of binding me to the Score Swap System, so she wanted me to prepare well for the afternoon exam and not be distracted. Thinking of how Bella profited from the disaster in my last life, I clenched my fists and voluntarily got on the bus: “Tyler is right. This is the time to show class unity. I must participate.” 3 Seeing me sit down on the bus, Tyler smiled with relief: “Mia, you’re becoming more sensible. Did you finally realize you’re not qualified to compete with Bella?” Tyler didn’t know I had other plans. As soon as we got off the bus, the classmates swarmed Bella into the convention center. Because Bella was dressed extremely revealingly, and surrounded by a crowd, she quickly attracted everyone’s attention. People held up phones and cameras, surrounding Bella. Bella smiled charmingly, striking various suggestive poses for the cameras. I stepped out of the crowd. Whenever I saw someone walking towards us, I grabbed them to promote her: “Our class queen Bella, even though she has the SATs today, her heart is with Comic-Con! She came specifically to give benefits to all you fans!” “Everyone is welcome to come take photos with Bella and promote this new Anime Goddess online!” Hearing that Bella was a student taking the SATs today, onlookers buzzed with discussion: “Not taking the exams seriously, running to Comic-Con to do soft-core porn. What a disgrace to the anime community!” “That skirt is so short you can see her butt cheeks. If I had a daughter like that, I’d strangle her on the spot.” Bella was oblivious, thinking she had really become an Anime Goddess. Little did she know, someone had already set up a phone, pointing it at her face and starting a livestream: “A student taking the SATs runs to Comic-Con to strip? Whose unlucky child is this? Parents, come collect her!” With such a sensational title, tens of thousands poured into the livestream instantly. “This kind of stripper couldn’t pass the SATs anyway. Community college is too good for her!” “Hey, don’t insult community colleges. We don’t accept trash like this.” Seeing more and more people gathering to criticize Bella, some classmates noticed something was wrong: “Why are so many people pointing at Bella and cursing?” I explained to them: “Those people cursing are just jealous of Bella’s beauty. Everyone says Bella is the brightest star at Comic-Con today. Someone even started a livestream for her.” “Now there are over 100,000 people in the stream. Bella is really going to be famous! She’s going to be a huge influencer!” Hearing my words, Bella shook her hips even more vigorously. She kept winking at the camera, deliberately exposing the cleavage swaying under her low-cut top. Meanwhile, Tyler sneakily left the venue. I had a bad feeling and quickly followed him with my phone. Not long after, Tyler slipped back from a corner of the venue. Two classmates grabbed him anxiously: “Tyler, quickly persuade Bella to go back with us, or we’ll miss the Math exam!” At the same time, the homeroom teacher called Tyler’s phone: “Tyler, as the class president, you took the whole class to mess around?” Tyler’s face changed: “Mia, you snitch! Did you tell the teacher?” The classmates didn’t have time to help him gang up on me. They dragged Bella, frantic to leave. “Tyler, at a time like this, does it matter who snitched?” “Look at the time! We have to go back for the exam!” Bella was reluctant, but seeing everyone so anxious, she didn’t dare make a sound. However, when we got back to the bus, the whole class was dumbfounded: “Why is the door locked? Where’s the driver? Where did the driver go?” 4 “Tyler, didn’t your family charter this bus? Do something!” Seeing the classmates crying with anxiety, Tyler looked fierce and suddenly grabbed my hair: “Mia, it’s all your fault! As the discipline committee member, you should have reminded everyone of the time instead of watching us miss the exam!” The anxious classmates angrily surrounded me: “Yeah, you usually love bossing people around. Why were you silent on such an important day?” “You’re just jealous that Bella got famous, so you deliberately made her miss the exam!” Bella cried again, tears falling like rain: “Mia, do you hate me that much? Won’t you be satisfied until you drive me to my death?” I struggled desperately with red eyes, finally escaping Tyler’s grip: “What’s the use of staring at me? The priority now is to find a way back to the exam hall!” Ignoring the barrage of insults, I took the initiative to call the police, blowing the matter up completely. By this time, some students had collapsed on the ground, eyes blank, mumbling that they were finished. The people who had been watching Bella’s livestream followed us out: “Look at them. These students gave up the SATs just to accompany this stripper to Comic-Con!” “Deserved! If I were their parents, I’d disown them immediately!” The more cynical comments there were, the more despairing the classmates became. They vented all their anger on me: “Mia, I hope your whole family dies a horrible death!” I suppressed the anger in my heart and said nothing. Finally, the police arrived with a dozen cars. Facing the curses of over a hundred thousand people on the livestream, the classmates finally rushed back to the exam hall. But what greeted them was the stern rejection of the security guards: “The exam started thirty minutes ago. You are not qualified to enter.” Hearing that exam candidates skipped the test for Comic-Con, the media swarmed in too. But the classmates couldn’t care less about the cameras. Their knees gave out, and they knelt, wailing: “We didn’t mean to be late. Please let me in…” “If I miss the exam, my parents will beat me to death!” The homeroom teacher and the principal also arrived. Seeing Bella still wearing the provocative cosplay outfit, the principal scolded her furiously: “What is the difference between you and a hooker? You’ve completely disgraced the school!” The classmates no longer cared about protecting Bella. They knelt at the principal’s feet one after another, kowtowing and begging: “Principal, please find a way for us to take a make-up exam…” The homeroom teacher was heartbroken, stomping his feet in anger: “On such an important day as the SATs, you ran off to Comic-Con to embarrass yourselves!” “This kind of deliberate refusal to take the exam means you are banned from the SATs for the next three years!” The teacher’s words made everyone twitch with anxiety, and some even fainted from despair. Seeing the accomplices who caused my miserable death in my past life reduced to this state, I felt an indescribable pleasure. None of the onlookers sympathized with them. It wasn’t until parents started arriving and asking what happened that someone angrily stood up: “It was Tyler! He said he chartered a bus and there would be no problem. He harmed us!” “No, I say it’s all Bella’s fault. On the day of the SATs, she insisted on going to Comic-Con!” “No… not me…” Bella shivered. Seeing everyone about to turn on Bella, Tyler charged at me with a ferocious face, grabbing my hair and slapping me again: “It’s all Mia’s fault! She must have sabotaged us, causing everyone to miss the exam!” He bared his teeth, looking murderous: “She’s had bad intentions ever since she tore Bella’s skirt!” Seeing this, Bella joined in kicking me while I was down: “Yes, if Mia had stopped us from the beginning, there wouldn’t have been a problem.” “Mia wanted me to miss the exam, so she encouraged me to go to Comic-Con, and ended up harming everyone!” I felt wronged and screamed my lungs out: “You’re talking nonsense! I missed the Math exam too! I’m a victim too!” Although the classmates were already crying their souls out, they didn’t blindly take sides this time. Instead, they spoke up for me. “Yeah, Mia didn’t take the exam either. She was projected to be the valedictorian. She suffered the most.” “If you hadn’t dragged Mia along, she might have told the teacher earlier, and the teacher could have stopped us in time…” I covered my face, seemingly crying, but actually laughing so hard my shoulders shook. They didn’t know. In my past life, because I was confident enough to get into Harvard or Yale, I rejected offers from top overseas universities before scores came out. This time, I played along and simply gave up on the Math exam so Tyler couldn’t bind me to the Score Swap System. While this group was wailing, I had already replied to an email from a top overseas university, accepting a highly prestigious offer. But Tyler was determined to pin the blame on me. Seeing everyone turn against him, he actually kicked me down and shouted hysterically: “As the discipline committee member, Mia could have reminded us to leave Comic-Con ages ago, but she kept quiet just to deliberately delay time!” “She is the culprit! Everyone should settle accounts with her!” Tyler’s face was dark, looking as vicious as Bella in my past life. His gaze seemed ready to disembowel me right there, making me the unlucky scapegoat. I endured the severe pain in my body and suddenly held up my phone: “I have evidence that proves Tyler harmed everyone!”

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My son was being punished for misbehaving, and as I snuck in to let him out of the woodshed, strange text suddenly floated before my eyes. [No wonder the villain has such a handsome face but such twisted morals. It’s all his mom’s fault.] [His dad is a powerful official, how did he end up marrying such a useless trophy wife?] [Sigh, if she knew how to raise a child, Julian wouldn’t die such a miserable death later.] My hand froze on the door latch. Just as I was about to pull back, another line of text offered a suggestion. [It’s not a big deal. The male lead is literally at the front gate right now. Just bring him in and raise him to be as crooked as the villain. Problem solved.] [Genius. That way, there won’t be any competition later.] [I want to see that!] Alright then! I dragged my son out of the woodshed. “Let’s go. Time to pick up your new brother!” 1 Sure enough, a little boy was sleeping under the eaves outside the main gate. His hair was a mess, his face smeared with dirt, making his features indistinguishable. “Mom, is this my brother?” Just as I was about to wake him, my son suddenly dropped to his knees and wailed, “Mom, I know I was wrong! Don’t send me away to be a beggar!” “Waaah… Mom, don’t you love me? I can’t even beg for a bun properly!” [Honestly, letting him tag along with the male lead might lead to the same result.] [Haha, the villain was such a coward as a kid.] “What are you doing?” The ‘Male Lead’ woke up from our noise. He stood up frowning, his small face tense. I grabbed my son by the collar and hauled him over. “My son needs a companion. I’m adopting you. Guaranteed food and clothing!” [Lol, the supporting female character thinks yelling louder will hide the fact she’s begging him.] He can see that? He should know I’m the mistress of the Ning household, right? I cleared my throat, trying to maintain my composure. “Yesterday, a Bodhisattva visited me in a dream, saying I would gain a son today. Since you are sleeping under my eaves, then…” “Say no more. I agree.” “R-really? I mean, good. You know what’s good for you.” What’s so great about a male lead? He’s easy to coax! 2 The male lead, whose name was Silas, was settled in the courtyard next to Julian’s. I specifically ordered the steward to ensure their food, clothing, and daily expenses were exactly the same. My son, Julian, snuck into my room, closed the door, and whispered, “Mom, tell me the truth. Is he your illegitimate child?” I was so angry I threw my ledger at his head. Who am I doing all this for?! And he dares to slander me like this! “Don’t talk nonsense!” He picked up the ledger, dusted it off, and handed it back. “Mom, don’t be scared. I promise I won’t tell Dad!” My son is great in every way, except for his stubborn streak. Reasoning with him is impossible. I could only earnestly instruct him, “Whatever you do, take him with you. Remember! Make him become as much like you as possible.” He patted his chest, guaranteeing, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make up for everything you owe my brother.” I nodded, gratified. Julian really kept his word. At dinner, he kept putting food in Silas’s bowl. “Bro, eat a chicken leg.” “Bro, this pig trotter is good too, try it.” “Bro, this…” Slap! My husband slammed his chopsticks down. He frowned, his face turning cold. Oh no, this is the prelude to his anger! “Madam, is this the adopted son you brought back yesterday?” He squinted at Silas. “Julian seems very close to him.” [Daddy Ning lives up to his reputation as a powerful official. He spots the problem instantly.] [Forget it, he’s just a love-struck fool for his wife!] I put a piece of his favorite vinegar fish in his bowl. “They say it’s fate, so naturally they should be close.” “Yeah, Dad, you should get close to Bro too. It’s good to have one more person to carry your coffin later!” “…” 3 Julian got dragged out by his dad for a lesson. Silas continued eating as if nothing happened. Small bite after small bite, not at all like a little beggar who had starved. He didn’t touch the meat in his bowl, only eating the vegetables. I put a piece of fish in his bowl too. “Children should eat more fish to get smart.” He paused, looking up at me inexplicably. His indifferent eyes seemed to hold a flicker of emotion. He was different from Julian. Quiet nature, beautiful eyes full of distance. He looked more experienced than me, an adult. I took the opportunity to coax him. “Children should be lively like Julian to be likable. Don’t you think, Silas?” “Don’t look at your foster father being so fierce. Actually, his beatings don’t hurt.” He looked at me deeply again. “Brother is just lacking in the brain department. Mother, you should be more careful too.” What is this kid saying! Wait… did he call me Mother? Looking closely, his pale little face seemed slightly flushed. Ahem, the soup today is really sweet. 4 Julian always spaced out during lessons, and Mr. Kong always complained to my husband. Before class today, I told him to bring more novel toys for Silas, to distract him from studying too. During the second break, I went over with two bowls of lotus seed soup to check the situation. Opening the door, Julian woke up with a start, saw it was me, and went back to sleep. Silas was asking the teacher questions. Seeing me, he bowed slightly. Julian’s pile of toys had all been put away in Silas’s book box. The books and paper on the desk were neatly arranged. Unlike Julian, whose desk was cleaner than his face, which even had drool on it! While Silas drank the soup, Mr. Kong came over to praise him. “Young Master Silas is naturally intelligent, a true scholar. I’ve taught all my life and haven’t seen many children smarter than him. Madam, you really found a treasure!” I twitched my lips, smiling awkwardly. “That’s good, that’s good…” I turned and knocked on Julian’s forehead. “The soup is getting cold, get up and drink it!” [Lol, the villain’s mom really doesn’t know how to raise kids. Trying to corrupt the male lead by sending him to school.] [Sister, why send him to school? Take him out to eat, drink, and play! Corrupt him!] [Exactly, let him cause trouble, then you cover for him. He won’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!] Makes sense!

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After the car accident that stole my memories, I often woke up screaming. My fiancé, overwhelmed and needing to manage his business empire, had his identical twin brother take his place to comfort me back to sleep. One night, confused and needy, I clung to the man beside me—cold, elegant, and distant—and tilted my head up for a kiss. He pushed me away without hesitation. “You said you’d help me find my memories,” I whispered, my eyes rimmed with red, tears threatening to spill. “Or do you just hate that… I only remember this?” The man gritted his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw, before finally pulling me close, his arm wrapping around my waist. But he took his role too seriously. He carried me around the villa, “searching for memories” in every room. Three days later, sobbing and exhausted, I begged him to stop the “treatment.” He just smoothed my hair, his voice gentle but his actions relentless. “Hush now. Think harder.” Half a month later, my fiancé returned from overseas and walked in on our “therapy session.” His eyes went bloodshot instantly. He exploded. “I never even touched her! How the hell does she have memories of that?!” 1 “What do we do?! Is she… is she still alive?” The woman’s voice was shrill with panic. “She’s breathing. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this,” the man beside her said, his voice low and steady. “But… she saw us.” “It’s fine. She listens to me. You need to leave. Now. You were never here today, understand?” I lay on the cold pavement, blood pooling in my mouth, every inch of my body screaming in agony. Through my blurred vision, I saw a pair of high heels and dress shoes just a few feet away. “Julian… help me…” My voice was a broken rasp. It hurt so much. Someone, please save me… 2 I woke up gasping, my back soaked in cold sweat. I reached out to the other side of the bed. It was empty and cold. A while ago, I was in a severe car accident. My fiancé, Julian Sterling, told me it was the work of a business rival he had crushed during his company’s expansion. To get back at the Sterling Group, they targeted me, his high-profile fiancée. I survived, but I lost pieces of myself. Pieces of my memory. I didn’t remember the accident at all. The doctor said I had a blood clot in my brain. Because of a congenital heart condition, brain surgery was too risky. They suggested conservative treatment, letting the clot dissolve over time. Hearing about my amnesia, Julian’s brow surprisingly smoothed out. He gently assured me that whether I remembered or not, our wedding would proceed as planned. To take better care of me, he moved me into the family estate until our “Wedding of the Century” next month. Lately, the nightmares were relentless. Julian moved his work into the master bedroom, soothing me to sleep every night. So where was he now? I got up and went downstairs for water. Hushed, angry voices drifted from the first floor. “Just for two weeks. You pretend to be me, comfort her until she falls asleep. Once she’s out, you’re done. Do this, and you can pick any position you want at HQ.” “Bro, are you insane?” “She doesn’t remember a thing about the crash. But Chloe is still terrified. I need to go to her, make sure she’s okay.” “Are you even human? Who’s your fiancée? If it wasn’t for—” “You can say no. I’ll kick Sarah out tomorrow, cancel the wedding, and take Chloe abroad.” “The doctor said she can’t take any more shocks! You already cost her her memory, now you want her life? She loves you…” “What, you got a problem? You like her?” “…Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t lack women. But she’s my future sister-in-law. We grew up together…” “Relax. Mom and Dad only accept Sarah. I’ll marry her. But I owe Chloe and the kid an explanation.” “If she wasn’t so obsessed with you, I’d kill you myself.” “Stop acting like a saint, Adrian. Who cleans up your messes? Just play the part. Don’t blow my cover.” I stood in the shadows where the moonlight couldn’t reach, shaking uncontrollably. While they were still arguing, I dragged myself back to the room like a zombie. Curled up under the cold duvet, fragments of that day two weeks ago started piecing themselves together. My heart seized painfully. My head buzzed. I clutched my chest, tears soaking the pillow. No dreams tonight. I remembered everything. 3 The next morning, I got up and washed my face as usual. The butler informed me that the Young Master and the Second Master were having breakfast downstairs. I carefully applied a “no-makeup” makeup look and went down in my silk nightgown. Two tall men sat at the long table, murmuring. They turned simultaneously as I approached. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating them like movie stars. They inherited their supermodel mother’s striking features and towering height. It was unfair that the world had two faces this perfect. They were so identical that even their teachers used to mix them up. As they grew older, their personalities diverged, and they dressed differently to avoid confusion. Unless they wanted you confused. The older one, Julian Sterling, was my fiancé, the ruthless CEO of Sterling Group. Cold, noble, always in control. The younger one, Adrian Sterling, was the wild child. Pampered, reckless, eyes full of mischief. The playboy of the city. I stood on the stairs, amusedly observing the swap. Adrian, pretending to be his brother, had slicked back his hair and wore rimless glasses to hide the mole near his eye. Julian wore his brother’s casual shirt, top buttons undone, hair messy, a smirk pasted on his face. Target acquired. I ran barefoot and threw myself into Adrian’s arms, landing squarely on his lap. “Julian! How could you leave me alone?” I sobbed, tears welling up perfectly in my eyes. The muscles beneath me tensed instantly. His chest heaved against my cheek. A warning cough came from behind us. “Morning, sister-in-law.” A deep voice laced with suppressed anger reminded me of his presence. “Oh! Adrian’s here too!” I blushed, playfully hitting my fake fiancé’s chest. “Why didn’t you tell me your brother was coming!” Through the thin silk of my nightgown, I wiggled against the man, feeling his breathing grow erratic. Crash. A cup shattered. Coffee pooled on the floor. “Sorry. Slipped,” Julian said, staring at the broken pieces of my favorite mug. He shoved his chair back and dragged his brother outside for a “talk.” Watching the tense standoff on the terrace, I asked the butler for a new set of cutlery and started eating leisurely. The show was just beginning. 4 Because the wedding was approaching, I claimed I couldn’t sleep without Julian. So, for an overseas project that required his personal attention, his brother Adrian would “go in his place.” But I knew the truth. Julian was leaving. Adrian was staying. At noon, Adrian and I saw Julian off at the airport. “Why aren’t you driving the new car I gave you?” I asked the fake Adrian. Julian panicked for a split second before smoothly lying, “Sister-in-law, a valet scratched it when I went drinking the other night. It’s in the shop. My bad, didn’t know it was a gift from you.” “Oh, as long as you’re safe,” I replied sweetly. So, he’d already disposed of the car involved in the accident. And the evidence. Hearing my fiancé call me “sister-in-law” with a straight face while pretending to be his brother… I almost laughed out loud. This play required all three of us to be Oscar-worthy. … In the VIP lounge. While the brothers whispered in a corner, I got up to buy coffee. Turning around with my cup, I bumped into a woman rushing past. Hot coffee splashed onto her designer coat. I started to apologize, but she acted like a frightened bird, waving her hands and saying “it’s fine” before disappearing into the crowd. The boarding announcement played. “Safe flight.” I held Adrian’s hand as we watched his brother board. Julian gave our joined hands a dark look before smirking threateningly. “Bro, take good care of your sister-in-law.” “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Once Julian was gone, I clung to Adrian’s arm, giggling into my hand. “Adrian really needs to practice. He was so nervous he called me ‘your’ sister-in-law instead of ‘my’ sister-in-law.” The muscles under my hand tightened. He patted my head. “Ignore the idiot. Let’s go home.” “Okay.” On the way back, my private investigator sent me photos and videos. After we left, Julian didn’t board his flight. He went to the international terminal to meet someone. A petite woman huddled into his coat. They hugged and kissed openly in the terminal. Julian took off his disguise, put his glasses back on, and with his arm around her, boarded a flight to Paris. The woman was the one I bumped into. In the photos, she took off her mask and sunglasses. I’d recognize that face anywhere. The first bridesmaid on my list. My best friend of ten years, Chloe.

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My novel about a secret crush became a bestseller and sold its film rights. Ethan James, the award-winning actor who retired years ago, suddenly reappeared on social media, announcing he would play the male lead. The internet exploded. Netizens dug up old rumors about Ethan’s high school sweetheart, the “one that got away.” Coincidentally, the rising starlet cast as the female lead also graduated from Ocean High. Fans went wild, shipping them hard, hoping the “second chance romance” plot would become reality. At the press conference, a reporter asked a loaded question: “Mr. James, could you pick a word to describe the female lead? Maybe ‘moonlight’ or ‘jasmine’?” Ethan suddenly looked up at me, his gaze cold. “Liar.” “Excuse me?” The reporter froze. Ethan calmly looked away. “I said, she’s a liar.” 1 Script Reading. “In the book, they were clearly so in love. Why did they break up?” someone whispered. Ethan’s finger traced heavily across the page. He spoke coldly: “I’m also curious about that.” I looked up in shock, then quickly lowered my head. Ethan didn’t press further, his eyes returning to the script. I shifted toward the corner, staring intently at my phone, trying to make myself invisible. Twitter was blowing up. Under the hashtags #EthanJamesReturns and #SecondChanceCast, a blurry graduation photo was being retweeted thousands of times. In the photo, seventeen-year-old Ethan ignored the camera, his gaze fixed on a distant point. And in the blurred corner of the shot was the slender back of a girl. “This is no coincidence! Ethan and our Bella both graduated from Ocean High!” “I remember Bella had short hair in high school! That girl must be her.” “Fiction becoming reality! I’m crying, this is perfect.” Next to me, the assistant director nudged my elbow and winked. “Are you shipping ‘Ethanella’ too?” “No, just scrolling…” “Hey, I just remembered you went to Ocean High too. Tell me, did Ethan really have a crush back then?” I silently locked my screen and looked up. “I don’t know him well.” Just then, the director yelled “Cut!” and Ethan lifted his eyelids. He met my gaze across the crowd. The director hesitated. “Ethan, the emotion isn’t quite right. This is a reunion scene. You need to look at her with a mix of love and hate… Jane, don’t you agree?” I quickly looked away. “Yes.” “Jane, I think this part feels off.” Ethan smirked, but his eyes were cold. “Why don’t you teach me?” Everyone’s eyes landed on me. The director chimed in: “Bella’s flight is delayed. Jane, why don’t you stand in for a bit?” “I don’t think that’s appropriate. I can’t act.” I waved my hands, forcing a smile. Ethan said flatly, “I have an interview tonight. I’m in a hurry.” The director practically shoved me forward. I was forced to stand up. Ethan took a step closer. The script said the male lead grabs the female lead’s wrist. Instead, he grabbed the back of my neck, whispering in my ear: “When you dumped me back then, you didn’t look like this.” “I remember you were smiling.” My breath hitched. The script fell from my hands. Maybe the AC was too strong; I was shivering. “Why did you leave?” He pulled back, completely off-script. “Speak!” Ethan pinned me against the wall, hands on either side of me, knuckles white. His chest heaved as if a fire was burning inside. My heart skipped a beat, eyelashes trembling. “I’m sorry…” Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, swallowing emotions that threatened to explode. “I’ll only ask you once.” “Did you ever love me?” His eyes were red, teeth clenched. Everyone held their breath. The director shouted from outside: “That’s it! Hold that emotion, Ethan!” I opened my mouth, voice dry. “I…” The monitor light turned red. Bella and her assistant burst in. “Sorry I’m late!” “Bubble tea on me today!” The director took off his headphones. “Let’s take a break. That take was perfect!” Everyone cheered and swarmed Bella. I stood frozen, my heart hollow. Ethan smiled suddenly, his thumb brushing a small red mole on my neck. In high school, he used to say he’d find me in the next life by this mark. Now, his breath hit the same spot. “Screenwriter Jane.” “It feels more real this way, doesn’t it?” I snapped back to reality, stepping back clumsily. “You? You look familiar.” Bella paused as she glanced at me. “Have we met?” I looked at her. “A long time ago.” “Oh, sorry, I must have forgotten.” Bella shrugged, unbothered. “Want some tea? It’s hot.” She handed me a cup. I flinched, face paling. “Are you okay?” “Fine. Just stood too long.” “Rest up. If you need meds, ask my assistant. My trailer is stocked.” She turned and pulled a separate insulated bag from her stash, smiling as she walked to Ethan. “Your coffee. Cold brew, no ice, just how you like it.” Intimate. “Thanks.” As Ethan stepped back, I saw the diamond ring on Bella’s finger. It matched the one in the paparazzi photos of Ethan at a jewelry store last week. The assistant director gasped beside me, shaking my shoulder. “That coffee shop is downtown, hours away! She bought it even though she was late because she knows he hates bubble tea. Oh my god, my ship is sailing!” “Jane! Tell me the truth, are they the prototypes for the story? Ethan admitted he’s the male lead at the press conference.” I looked down, whispering. “If I said the prototype for the female lead is me, would you believe it?” “What?” The assistant director gasped. “Jane, I didn’t know you were such a fangirl. No wonder you don’t ship them.” I watched the perfect couple in the spotlight, glad I didn’t say more. The gap was too wide. Even the truth sounded like a joke. “Well, you got to work with him. By the way, what did he mean by ‘liar’ at the press conference? Was it just for hype?” I took a deep breath to hide the tremor in my voice. “He… wasn’t lying.” Ten years ago, I was the one who lied first. 2 Bella needed to reshoot a scene where she falls into water. “Stunt double?” The director frowned. “This is a key bullying scene…” Bella’s agent’s face changed. “Director, Bella’s period is coming. Cold water will kill her.” “But we didn’t prepare a double. Finding one now will delay the schedule.” Bella held her assistant’s hand and turned to the director. “Director, ignore my agent, she just worries too much.” “How about this? I’ll do the close-ups.” Bella looked me up and down. “For the wide shots of falling in, let Screenwriter Jane do it. She’s the only one here with my build.” Her agent chimed in. “Director, Ethan only joined this project for Bella. If she gets sick, who’s responsible?” Good cop, bad cop. The director looked conflicted. “We need Jane’s consent.” Bella beamed at me. “Jane, please? Pretty please?” “I heard you helped Ethan rehearse the other day. Why won’t you help me? Are you trying to isolate me?” “Sorry, I’m not a pro. It wouldn’t look right.” “It’s fine, just wide shots. I’ll teach you.” Bella got up from her chair. She approached with a smile, then suddenly shoved me. I lost my balance and fell straight into the pool. The deep autumn water felt like a thousand needles. As I sank, the memory merged with being pushed into the deep end at seventeen. Panic surged. I struggled, but my limbs felt bound. Water rushed in from all sides, filling my nose, ears, throat. Bella’s laughter grew muffled. The director realized something was wrong and signaled the lifeguard, but Bella stopped him. “Wow, Jane is such a good actor.” “It looks so real.” My vision blurred. The light from the surface shattered like a broken mirror. Just as I was about to suffocate. Bella grabbed my hair and pulled me up. She leaned close, smiling, her breath smelling sweet and venomous. “Don’t think I don’t know what you sluts are thinking.” “Stay away from Ethan.” “Or next time, I really will kill you.” My lungs burned. I coughed violently, unable to speak. “Jane, you okay?” Bella dunked me again, giggling. “Director, don’t cut! Don’t ruin Jane’s performance. Let’s get another take.” I gathered my strength, grabbed her wrists, and yanked her down with me. “Help—” Bella tried to scream but only blew bubbles. “Quick, life preserver!” “Bella can’t swim!” “Help! Bella is drowning!” Chaos on the shore. I hugged Bella tight, refusing to let go. Amidst the noise, I heard a surprised crew member: “Why is Ethan back early…” “Hey, Ethan, you can’t jump!” Bella kicked me hard. “Ethan! I’m here—” Her heel dug into my stomach. Agonizing pain. I sank, consciousness fading. 3 The smell of disinfectant. I opened my eyes to champagne-gold curtains. Ethan’s dressing room. “Awake?” He touched my forehead. “Still feverish. I’ll call the doctor again.” “No need.” I tried to sit up but realized he was holding my right hand—where an old burn scar from a cigarette remained. Bella’s handiwork. “The doctor said you have old scars everywhere. Not just this one.” He spoke suddenly. “What happened back then?” Breath hitched. Memory rewound to that humid afternoon. Hiding in a locker, counting light beams through the slats, listening to Bella and her clique discuss “teaching me a lesson” in the deep end. Ethan’s audition was two days later. So I hid my soaked uniform at the bottom of my bag. “You’re overthinking it.” My voice shook. The air froze. Ethan grabbed my chin, force enough to crush bone. Dark tides surged in his eyes, his calm mask shattering. “Jane, what am I to you?” I looked at the fresh ring mark on his finger and laughed. Tears mixed with the salt on my lips. “What right do you have to ask? Ex-boyfriend? Someone else’s fiancé? Or a pitying celebrity?” His pupils shrank. “What are you saying?” As he let go, the door burst open. “Ethan!” Bella rushed in wrapped in a fluffy blanket, tears clinging to her lashes. “I thought I’d never see you again…” Her diamond ring flashed, blinding me. “Why did Jane pull me in?” She showed bruises on her skin. “Did I do something wrong to upset her…” “Cameras.” I cut her off. “The set has cameras everywhere.” Bella stopped sobbing. She looked at me, then grabbed a fruit knife, holding it to her wrist as she looked at Ethan with teary eyes. “The cameras there were broken! Jane knew that! That’s why she did it!” “Ethan, if you believe her, I’ll die right now to prove my innocence!” “Enough.” Ethan took the knife, voice low. He turned to me. “Starting tomorrow, you’re off the project.” A ringing in my ears. I gripped the sheets. “Why?” “This is my story.” “Because I’m the biggest investor.” He turned his back, voice cold. “You’ll be paid in full.” Bella smirked at me, mouthing: You lose. Heartache. I stumbled out of bed, knocking over a photo frame. Glass shattered. In the photo, seventeen-year-old Ethan stared at a corner. The blurry figure wasn’t Bella. It was me. Cropped out. He really hated me. Taking my project just to kick me out. Revenge. I rubbed my eyes. “I understand.” “Wait.” Bella blocked my path. She whispered in my ear, laughing: “Jane.” “I remember now. You’re the pathetic crybaby from the locker room.” My blood ran cold. After all this time, I still feared her. Funny how she just remembered. Memories are shallow for the abuser, etched in bone for the victim. She stroked her ring like a trophy. “You leaving the set looks just like when you ran away hugging your backpack back then.” She beamed. “No transferring schools this time.” “Bella.” I heard my numb voice. “Do you know how long it takes to die from a cut carotid artery?” She froze. “Three minutes.” I picked up a shard of glass. “Want to try?” Bella stumbled back. Ethan stared at me. “Jane, calm down.” The glass cut my palm. The pain cleared my head. Blood dripped down my wrist. I stepped back. “Relax.” I looked at Ethan, forcing a smile. I had decided to accept reality, so why did it hurt so much? “Just scaring her.” I walked out. At the door, I turned to Bella. “But next time, who knows.” 4 Downstairs, I heard suppressed sobbing in the stairwell. I hesitated, then approached. A small girl was crying while applying ointment to bruises on her arm. I knew her. Bella’s assistant. I softened my voice. “Need help?” She jumped, hiding her arm. I sighed and reached out. “Doing it like that hurts more.” “Let me.” She hesitated, then shyly extended her arm. “Thank you, Ms. Jane.” I took the swab. “I know a good scar cream. I’ll send you the link later.” “Um…” “Did you really… do this to yourself?” “You sure?” “Yes, I was clumsy.” I smiled, didn’t push. “I wasn’t. I was bullied.” “What?” She looked surprised, then pained. “Do you know the fastest way to heal?” I blew gently on her wound. She blushed. “What?” I winked. “Hit back.” Her brow smoothed out, eyes glistening. “Thank you, Ms. Jane.” I patted her head. “By the way, my studio needs help.” “I recall you were a lit major. Want to work for me?” “But Ms. Bella…” “I’ll talk to the director.” Her eyes lit up. “I’d love to!” “See you tomorrow.” “See you, Ms. Jane.”

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After getting kicked out of our house, my brother carried three-year-old me while collecting protection money on the streets. He stepped on Julian Vance’s hand, threatening, “If you don’t have the money, leave the hand!” Just as I was about to cheer him on, my vision blurred. [The villain is so pitiful. Kicked out of the Vance family the moment they found out he wasn’t their biological son. And now he runs into these awful siblings!] [No wonder he turns dark later and chops up everyone who hurt him to feed the fishes! Only the heroine ever showed him warmth.] [The villain’s real dad is a ruthless boss in both the underworld and legitimate business! Once they reunite, the first thing he does is use these siblings as bait for sharks!] Shark bait? I shivered, scrambled down from my brother’s arms, and said, “Brother, you don’t have money, so I’ll buy you a lollipop!” 1 My brother, Caleb, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a temporary tattoo he bought from a street vendor yesterday. A green dragon was sprawled across his thin arm. “Sunny, is it crooked?” Caleb twisted his arm, frowning so hard he could have crushed a fly. I stood on my tiptoes, scrutinizing the wobbly dragon. Honestly, the quality was terrible. The dragon’s eyes were smudged together, making it look like a malnourished eel. “Perfect! Super scary!” I gave him a thumbs up, lying through my teeth. Caleb grinned, showing his sharp canines. He just turned twenty-two, yet he had to shoulder the burden of raising both of us. Three days ago, my dad found a new wife who was already pregnant. She claimed she was carrying twin boys. However, she said my zodiac sign clashed with them. Hearing this, my dad kicked me out without a second thought. Caleb punched our dad, packed a few clothes, picked me up, and left. Our stepmother, Helen, seized the opportunity to cut off our allowance, wanting to teach us a lesson. She even went to Caleb’s university and suspended his enrollment. She sent people to harass us constantly; whenever Caleb found a part-time job, she’d ruin it. “Today’s target is Julian Vance from A University.” He squatted down to my level. “I heard his family owns a listed company and is super rich. And…” He lowered his voice mysteriously. “He looks really easy to bully.” I nodded, though my heart drummed nervously. Caleb was much older than me, but he had never bullied anyone. Even stray dogs barked at him. Collecting protection money seemed like a terrible idea. We camped outside the gate of A University until sunset, when a tall figure finally emerged. Julian Vance looked even better than in photos. Pale skin, high nose bridge, gold-rimmed glasses—the picture of a refined young master. “Follow him.” Caleb took my hand, trailing quietly. Julian turned into a secluded alley. Just as we were about to follow, he disappeared. Sounds of punches and muffled groans echoed from the alley. “Damn, someone beat us to it!” Caleb stamped his foot in frustration. Hiding around the corner, we saw four or five thugs surrounding Julian, kicking and punching him. Julian curled up on the ground, his glasses shattered, but he didn’t make a sound. “Tough guy, huh?” The leader, a blonde thug, grabbed Julian’s hair. “Heard you’re the Vance family heir? What, did you go bankrupt? Can’t even pay protection fees?” Blood trickled from Julian’s mouth, but he suddenly smiled. “Vance family? That’s not my family.” Enraged, the blonde thug kicked him in the stomach again. I covered my eyes, too scared to watch, until the sounds of the beating faded away. “Sunny, wait here.” Caleb straightened his collar and swaggered into the alley. Hiding behind the wall, I watched Caleb kick the broken glasses aside and look down at Julian. “Hey, time to pay up.” Caleb deepened his voice deliberately. “Those guys were my underlings. They didn’t get enough.” Julian slowly looked up. Blood from his forehead dripped into his eyes, making his gaze look particularly dark. He said nothing, just stared coldly at Caleb. “No money?” Caleb stepped on Julian’s hand. “If you don’t have the money, leave the hand!” Just as I was about to rush out and cheer for my brother, my vision blurred, and a stream of text floated by with an audio narration. 2 [The villain is so pitiful. Kicked out of the Vance family the moment they found out he wasn’t their biological son. And now he runs into these awful siblings!] [No wonder he turns dark later and chops up everyone who hurt him to feed the fishes! Only the heroine ever showed him warmth.] [The villain’s real dad is a ruthless boss in both the underworld and legitimate business! Once they reunite, the first thing he does is use these siblings as bait for sharks!] Shark bait? I shuddered, an image of a fishhook piercing my cheek flashing in my mind. “Brother!” I scrambled over and hugged Caleb’s leg. “Wait!” Caleb froze. “Sunny?” I pulled the last lollipop from my pocket and held it out to Julian. “Big Brother, do you have no money? I’ll treat you to some candy!” Julian’s gaze shifted from cold to confused. He looked at me, then at Caleb, and finally at the strawberry lollipop. “Sunny, what are you doing?” Caleb whispered. I winked at him frantically, standing on my toes to whisper in his ear, “Brother, I hear police sirens.” The text said the heroine would pass by in five minutes and call the police for Julian. Startled, Caleb pulled his sleeve down and retracted his foot. Julian slowly sat up, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve, but didn’t take the candy. “Are you together?” His voice was hoarse but surprisingly pleasant. “No!” I shook my head vigorously. “We were just passing by! My brother… he saw you were hurt and came to help!” Caleb stared at me wide-eyed, as if asking, Are you crazy? Julian let out a cold laugh, using the wall to stand up. He was half a head taller than Caleb. Even covered in injuries, he couldn’t hide his innate nobility. “Help me?” He pointed to the footprint on his wrist. “Like this?” I thought fast. “My brother is practically blind! Yeah! He steps on me all the time at home!” Caleb: ???? Julian’s gaze shifted between us, finally settling on the lollipop in my hand. Unexpectedly, he reached out and took it. “Thanks,” he said softly. Caleb didn’t understand why I lied, but he picked me up and stepped back. “Since you’re okay… uh… we’re leaving now. Sunny, let’s go home.” As we turned to leave, I saw a jade pendant revealed by Julian’s open collar. It glowed with a warm green light, carved with intricate lotus patterns. Text floated by again: [Didn’t these siblings steal the jade pendant the villain’s grandmother left him? Why did the plot change?] [Only the grandmother insisted on keeping him after finding out he wasn’t biological. Sadly, she died of a stroke two days ago.] [The heroine, Bella, saw everything from the alley entrance and secretly called the police! They’ll be here in a minute!] [Just wait, in five days, the big boss will find him and spoil him rotten. But! The boss gets gunned down protecting the villain in a gang fight. The villain is always torn between redemption and darkness.] I trembled, nearly falling from Caleb’s arms. Steal the pendant? Wouldn’t that make Julian hate us to the bone? Thank god we didn’t! And the police were almost here! “Brother!” I tugged urgently at Caleb. “We have to help this Big Brother catch the bad guys!” Caleb looked confused. “What bad guys? They ran away ages ago!” Before he finished, hurried footsteps approached from the alley entrance. Three officers rushed in. The leading policewoman shouted, “Nobody move!” 3 A girl in a white dress timidly followed the police, pointing at Caleb. “That’s him. I saw him collecting protection money just now…” Is this the heroine, Bella? I stared at her wide-eyed. In the scrolling text, she was the only one who gave Julian warmth. “Officer, it’s a misunderstanding!” Caleb quickly put me down and raised his hands. “We were just passing by!” The blood on Julian’s mouth had dried. He looked at Bella with a complicated expression. “Student, are you okay?” The policewoman asked Julian with concern. “Someone reported you were being extorted.” Bella added softly, “I saw him step on this student’s hand, saying if he didn’t pay, he’d have to leave the hand…” I wiggled anxiously in Caleb’s arms! Oh no, if Caleb gets arrested, he can’t take the civil service exam! “That’s not true!” I scrambled down, rushed to Julian, and tugged his shirt. “Big Brother, tell the police officer my brother was helping you!” Everyone looked at Julian. He looked down at me, his dark eyes bottomless. My palms sweated with nerves, afraid he’d say something against Caleb. After a few seconds of silence, Julian spoke. “They were indeed helping me.” Bella’s eyes widened in shock. “But I clearly saw…” “The guys who beat me ran away. These two were just passing by,” Julian said calmly. The policewoman was skeptical. “Then why did this young lady report you were being extorted?” Julian pushed up his broken glasses. “She saw wrong.” Bella’s face flushed red. “I… I clearly saw…” “Let’s go to the station for a statement,” the policewoman interrupted. “This student needs medical attention for his wounds.” So, we were all taken to the nearby police station. Caleb was sweating bullets, whispering to me, “Sunny, why did Julian help us?” I shook my head, but secretly wondered… was it because of the lollipop? While giving statements, I noticed Julian kept rubbing the jade pendant. “Family’s here.” The duty officer opened the interrogation room door. A woman in a Chanel suit stormed in on high heels and slapped Julian without a word. Slap! The crisp sound echoed in the station. Julian’s face turned to the side, hair falling to cover his eyes. “Julian! You’ve already been kicked out of the Vance family, and you still dare use our name to cause trouble outside?” The woman’s voice was piercingly sharp, her nail almost poking Julian’s nose. Curled in Caleb’s arms, I saw Julian’s Adam’s apple bob, but he said nothing. The text scrolled frantically before my eyes: [WTF this adoptive mom is cruel!] [It was the hospital’s mistake, not Julian’s fault!] [The way Julian’s eyes are red but holding back tears is heartbreaking!] Then, a well-dressed boy walked in slowly, supporting the trembling woman. “Mom, don’t get angry, it’s bad for your health.” He turned to Julian, a faint smile on his lips. “Bro, strange isn’t it? You never got extorted growing up, but the moment you leave home, this happens? Unless…” The woman realized something. “You hired people to act this out?” The boy, named Adrian Vance, shrugged. “Maybe it’s a coincidence. But Bro is smart, he knows how to garner sympathy.” 4 I felt Caleb’s arm muscles tense up. He whispered in my ear, “What’s wrong with this family? Their kid got bullied…” Julian finally looked up, a bright red handprint on his left cheek. The look he gave his adoptive mother made my heart tremble. “Mrs. Vance,” he said softly. “I didn’t use the family name. The police… found out.” Mrs. Vance scoffed, pulling a stack of cash from her Hermes bag and throwing it on the table. “Officer, here’s the compensation. If he causes trouble again, treat him like a hooligan. Don’t call us.” Bills scattered on the floor, one landing near Julian’s shoe. He stared at the bill and suddenly gave a tiny smile. The text exploded again, loud enough that I covered my ears: [Ahhh that smile is torture!] [Does the mom know she just crushed his last bit of dignity?!] [In the original story, Julian put her in a mental asylum later!] “Mom!” Adrian suddenly pointed at the jade pendant on Julian’s neck. “Isn’t that our family heirloom? Why is he still wearing it?” Mrs. Vance’s face changed instantly. She reached out to grab the red string. “Hand it over! That belongs to the real son!” Julian stepped back sharply, his back hitting a metal cabinet with a loud bang. For the first time, he looked panicked, protecting the pendant with both hands. “Grandma left this to me!” “Your grandma?” Mrs. Vance shrieked. “That’s Adrian’s biological grandma! If you hadn’t taken my son’s place, this jade would have been his!” “Mrs. Vance.” A deep male voice interrupted her. The older officer taking notes stood up, frowning at the farce. “This is a police station.” Mrs. Vance restrained herself but kept glaring at the pendant. Adrian whispered something in her ear. She huffed, “Julian, don’t think this is over.” As they left, Adrian glanced back at Julian. That look chilled me to the bone. It was the same look Helen gave me when she accused me of hitting her pregnant belly. The room fell terrifyingly silent. Julian slowly slid down to sit on the floor, fingers trembling. It was dark when we finished. Streetlights stretched Julian’s shadow long as he walked alone into the night, looking incredibly lonely. Caleb held me on the steps and scoffed. “I’m a real son kicked out, he’s a fake son kicked out. Is there no justice in the world?” I hugged Caleb’s neck, eyes fixed on Julian’s retreating figure. He looked… so pitiful. Today was a bust. Caleb spent two hours helping clean a bun shop just to trade labor for five buns. Returning to our neighborhood, we smelled acrid smoke. Looking up, thick smoke poured from a window on the fifth floor of Building 3. “Fire!” Caleb exclaimed. Text exploded in my ears and eyes: [Adrian, the male lead, is so petty! He tipped off the thugs!] [Julian’s apartment was set on fire! The thugs are waiting for him in the alley!] [The male lead acts noble but plays dirty. No wonder the villain tortures him later!] “Sunny, stay in the security booth! I’m going to help put out the fire! Don’t run off!” Caleb put me down, stuffed the buns in my arms, and rushed off. As soon as he was gone, I turned and ran toward the back gate.

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Before high school graduation, I fell in love with Liam, my nanny’s son. I bought him limited-edition sneakers and unreleased gaming consoles. I even used my money to pay off his childhood sweetheart so she would leave him alone. I gave up the chance to attend an Ivy League university. Instead, I married him right after high school and attended a community college near our home. After we married, I juggled managing my family’s company and raising our child. But when I came home early from a business trip, I found him in bed with his childhood sweetheart. I rushed forward to fight the mistress, only for Liam to smash a heavy glass ashtray into the back of my head. As I lay dying, he leaned close to my ear and whispered: “You’re just trash from a community college. You really thought you had a chance with me? If it weren’t for your money, I wouldn’t have looked at you twice. Oh, by the way, the child isn’t yours. I swapped him at birth. Also, your parents’ car accident? That wasn’t an accident. You can die now.” I died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school. Chapter 1 I stood in the school hallway, staring blankly at the young, handsome face of Liam. I pinched my thigh hard. The sharp pain told me this wasn’t a dream. I had truly been reborn. In my past life, I loved Liam with a humble, clumsy devotion. I ignored my parents’ objections and showered him with gifts. If he smiled at me, it made my day. Back then, he had a girlfriend—Hailey, his childhood sweetheart. I thought it was an unrequited love until Hailey approached me privately. She said if I sponsored her studies abroad, she would break up with Liam. I admit, I took the bait. I gave her a large sum of money. True to her word, she broke up with him and left the country. Months later, I finally “won” Liam over. To give him security, I bought him luxury cars and put our new villa in his name. After my parents passed away, I took over the company. We married, and I got pregnant. At Liam’s insistence, I let him help manage the business and transferred shares to our child. Then came the betrayal. The murder. The revelation that my entire life was a lie. My parents’ death was orchestrated by Hailey. My child had been sold and replaced. They had played me for a fool. I died in rage. But God gave me a second chance. This time, I won’t make the same mistakes. “Being rich doesn’t make you special. The way you throw money around makes me sick,” Liam said, his voice dripping with disdain. “I like independent, kind girls. I will never like you. Stop trying; it’s disgusting.” Hearing his voice again, the words I heard before dying echoed in my mind. I forced myself to calm down, suppressing the urge to tear him apart. I looked him up and down. Young Liam was indeed handsome; I hadn’t been blind in my past life. Right now, he was holding a box of unopened, limited-edition sneakers I had just given him. He said I made him sick, yet he never refused my gifts. Hypocrite. He wanted the moral high ground and the loot. “Wait!” I called out. Liam stopped, looking impatient. “If you’re going to ask me to be your boyfriend again, save your breath. You’re delusional.” I walked up and snatched the sneaker box from his hands. “Liam, I think you’re right. We’re students. We should focus on graduation, not dating.” I wanted to kill him, but for now, I’d just take my stuff back. Liam was stunned. He stared at the empty space in his hands. “What are you doing?” I cut him off. “You hate it when people throw money around, remember? These shoes are expensive. I realized I shouldn’t insult you with them. After all, you’re not a materialistic guy.” Liam opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance. I turned and walked away. If I stayed any longer, I might have punched him. I contacted the sales associate and exchanged the sneakers for a set of luxury skincare products. Why spend money on a scumbag when I could spoil my mom? After school, my mom called. Her voice was cautious, trying to please me. “Sweetie, about giving Martha a raise… I thought about it. Five thousand a month is a bit much considering she’s currently making three. How about we settle on four thousand?” My eyes welled up with tears. “If she insists, just give her the five thousand,” my dad’s voice chimed in from the background. This was my family. They loved me unconditionally, tolerating my whims. In my past life, I brought wolves into our home, leading to their deaths. “Mom,” I said, my voice trembling. “I thought about it. Let’s not give her a raise. It disrupts the market rate.” Chapter 2 After school, our Rolls Royce was waiting at the gate. I got in and told the driver, “Home.” The driver, Dan, chuckled. “Miss Serena, the Young Master hasn’t come out yet.” Everyone knew I was Liam’s lapdog. Even the driver. My expression went cold. “Young Master? My parents didn’t give me a brother. Drive.” Dan paused. “Miss, what are you saying? You and Liam are so close. Let’s wait for him.” I looked at Dan in the rearview mirror. I suddenly remembered. In my past life, shortly after my parents died, Dan married Liam’s mother, Martha. They had been conspiring together long before that. I pulled out my phone and called my dad. “Dad, get me a new driver.” Dan’s face turned pale. He immediately started the engine. As the car began to move, Liam walked out of the school. He banged on the window impatiently. “Unlock the door!” Dan glanced at Liam with a pained expression but didn’t dare stop. In the mirror, I watched Liam chasing the car for a block, stomping his feet in anger. When I got home, Martha—our live-in nanny and Liam’s mom—was ordering the other maid around while she leaned against the counter cracking sunflower seeds. Shells littered the floor. My mom sat on the couch, looking annoyed but staying silent for my sake. My blood boiled. This family was shameless. “Martha,” I snapped. “We pay you to work, not to watch others work while you make a mess.” My mom sat up straight, her eyes lighting up. Martha jumped, quickly sweeping the shells into her hand. “Miss Serena, where is Liam? Didn’t he come back with you?” Using her son to suppress me? I shook my head. “Martha, Liam and I are just classmates. I’m not his keeper.” Martha’s face shifted. “Serena, Liam promised me he’d stop talking to Hailey. You just need to coax him a little, and maybe he’ll agree to be with you.” Coax him? She still thought I was that pathetic girl. I laughed coldly. “Chase him? I’m the heiress to a billion-dollar fortune. Why would I need to chase a charity case?” My mom looked at me with surprise and relief. Martha turned pale. She couldn’t believe the girl who used to worship her son was now mocking him. I ignored her and handed the skincare set to my mom. “Mom, for you.” Mom rolled her eyes playfully. “Hmph, I don’t need it.” “Fine, I’ll take it back.” “Hey!” She grabbed it. Minutes later, she was video calling her friends. “Look what my daughter bought me! Jealous?” I hugged her tight. The same gift given to Liam would have earned me a scowl. Giving it to my mom brought her pure joy. Dinner was served. Liam finally came home. I ate only what I liked, ignoring Liam’s preferences. He looked sullen, and Martha watched me nervously. I finished quickly. As I headed to my room, Mom pulled me aside. “Are you really over him?” “Mom, I woke up,” I smiled. “It was irresponsible of me to chase someone who didn’t value me while ignoring my responsibilities to this family.” Mom smiled, relieved. “In that case, I’m firing the nanny. It’s ridiculous to have two maids where one waits on the other.” “I trust your judgment, Mom.” Crash! We turned to see Martha on her knees, a broken bowl beside her. She was trembling. “Madam, please! I beg you! I’ll do my job properly! I need this money for Liam’s tuition! Liam, come here! Kneel to Miss Serena and beg for mercy!” She wanted her son to kneel to me? Wasn’t she always talking about dignity? I looked at Liam, waiting for his reaction. Chapter 3 Liam was stunned by his mother’s groveling. He tried to pull her up, but Martha refused to move. Liam glared at me, his face full of stubborn pride. “Mom, stand up! You’re disappointing me. We may be poor, but we have backbones!” A gold digger talking about backbone? I almost laughed out loud. Martha, desperate, slapped Liam across the face. “Shut up! Miss Serena, I’m sorry. I’ll teach him a lesson.” She turned to my mom. “Madam, please gives us a little more time. Let us stay until he finishes his exams.” Mom sighed and didn’t speak, which meant she agreed. Liam clutched his cheek, looking at me with disdain. “You disappoint me, Serena. Using your family’s power to bully us. I won’t be swayed by money.” He turned to go upstairs. “Don’t want our benefits?” I laughed. “Then move out now. I’ve never heard of a live-in nanny bringing her adult son to work anyway.” Liam froze. He didn’t turn back, just walked stiffly to his room. He talked about pride but refused to leave the villa. There were cheap apartments a mile away, but he clung to the luxury life. The next morning, Liam ate breakfast with his head down, a red handprint still on his face. I ignored him. I wasn’t firing Martha immediately because simply firing them was too easy. They deserved hell for what they did in my past life. Plus, Martha had sticky fingers. Once I had proof, I could send her to prison. When it was time for school, I got into the car. Just as the door was closing, Liam rushed over. He stood by the car, chin raised high. “I’ll let you win this time. I’ll allow you to sit in the back with me.” Allow me? The audacity. I rolled up the window and told the new driver, “Go.” Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Liam standing there, confused and angry. Liam started taking the bus. He treated me coldly at school, acting like I owed him money. Martha became cautious, trying to convince Liam to be nicer to me. It backfired. One day, Liam brought Hailey home. My parents were out. I watched from the second-floor railing. Liam held Hailey’s hand firmly in front of his mother. “Mom, stop trying to set me up with Serena. I’m telling you, I will only marry Hailey!” Martha was furious. She slapped him. “You choose this pauper over the heiress? Is your brain filled with water?” Hailey put on a fragile act. “Auntie, we are truly in love.” “Love?” Martha scoffed. “You have no future. What right do you have to be with my son?” “Hailey treats me like a king!” Liam defended her. “She shares her umbrella in the rain! She cooks instant noodles for me!” “Instant noodles?!” Martha was shaking. “I raised you on gourmet food, and you’re swayed by noodles?” Martha realized force wouldn’t work. She changed tactics. “Listen to me. You two have bad grades. You won’t get into good colleges. Why don’t you do this: Liam, pretend to be with Serena. Marry her. Get the Li family fortune. Then you can be with Hailey.” Chapter 4 A chill ran down my spine. My past life’s tragedy was confirmed from Martha’s own lips. It was all premeditated. “Mom, how can I do that?” Liam protested weakly. “Hailey wouldn’t agree.” Hailey was silent for a moment. “It hurts, Liam, but Auntie is right. Maybe you should… sacrifice yourself for our future.” Liam hesitated. “No, I can’t.” He didn’t agree immediately, but I knew he eventually would. I held my breath. They couldn’t know I heard them. After they finished whispering, I coughed loudly and walked down the stairs. The three of them froze, panic in their eyes. I walked up to Hailey, putting on the act of a jealous girl. “What are you doing in my house? You’re not welcome here!” I pressed the panic button on the wall. Security guards rushed in. “Miss Serena?” “Trespasser,” I pointed at Hailey. “Throw her out. Don’t let her in again.” Hailey tried to resist, but the guards dragged her out unceremoniously. “You useless princess!” Hailey screamed as she was hauled away. “Relying on bodyguards because you can’t handle me!” Liam tried to stop them, but Martha held him back. Despite the humiliation, they looked relieved that I seemed to just be acting out of jealousy. I stormed back upstairs. The slap Hailey got from security was just the interest payment. School exams were approaching. I threw myself into studying. Our private school brought in star tutors for a crash course. It cost $2,000 a week. I signed up immediately. The class rep came to collect the money. “That’ll be $6,000, Serena.” “Isn’t it two thousand?” “Liam said you’d pay for him and Hailey.” I laughed. “I’m only paying for myself. I didn’t give birth to them.” The rep nodded and left. Later, Liam found me. Hailey was clinging to his arm. “Serena, why didn’t you pay for Hailey? Her future is at stake. Can you afford to ruin it?” “Do I look like her mother?” I retorted. Liam softened his tone. “This tutoring is crucial. If you pay for her, I’ll… accept the gifts you bought me.” He was trying to frame his acceptance of my money as a reward for me. “Sure,” I said without looking up. “I’ll pay for her. On one condition. Hailey has to kneel on the playground in front of the whole school and call me ‘Mommy’. Once I acknowledge her as my daughter, I’ll pay. I take a child’s education very seriously.” Hailey turned red. “Liam, let’s go. Rich people are so prejudiced.” Liam glared at me. “I’ll give you time to reconsider.” As they walked away, Hailey shot me a hateful look. “I know you’re jealous. But love is free. If you want to compete, do it fairly. Don’t block my education with money.” I wasn’t blocking her. I just wasn’t paying for her. Her logic was astounding.

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My sworn enemy lost her memories, so I tricked her into coming home with me and pretending to be my wife. I cooked for her, fed her, and even warmed her bed. She thought I loved her deeply. In reality, I was stealing all her business behind her back. I was secretly gloating, until I accidentally overheard her on the phone in the bedroom, her tone a mix of coquettishness and anger: “Let him have a few more contracts. He didn’t even sleep with me last night!” 1 My assistant found me in the remote mountain village exactly five minutes after my memory returned. She knelt and hugged my leg, sobbing, “Mr. Sterling! You’re alive!” Suddenly, a scantily clad woman burst out of the room and kicked my assistant over. “Who said you could touch my husband’s leg?!” “Bad woman! Stay away from my husband!” Scarlett Vance had a face like an angel and a body like a devil. Her collarbone was covered in suspicious hickeys and scratches. My assistant’s jaw dropped. “Ms… Ms. Vance?!” Scarlett glared at her ferociously, then turned to me, her eyes instantly softening into pure adoration. “Hubby, don’t be scared. I won’t let this bad woman bully you.” “Also, Hubby, why did she call me Ms. Vance? Is there something wrong with her brain?” Me: “…” Seeing my silence, Scarlett got nervous. She walked up to me like a kicked puppy. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she nuzzled her soft lips against my chest and whispered: “Hubby? What’s wrong?” Her lips were cool. But to me, they felt hotter than lava. I instinctively pushed her away. Scarlett stumbled back two steps. Her beautiful face froze, eyes widening in shock… Then, her eyes turned red, and she choked out: “Hubby… you… you pushed me?” “You pushed me for this bad woman?!” My assistant had already fainted from shock. I understood her reaction. Five minutes ago, I woke up in bed. Scarlett was lying beneath me, flushed, her slender arms around my neck, puckering her red lips for a kiss. This was more horrifying than waking up to see my mother. So I fainted too. I would die before admitting that Scarlett’s lips were so soft and sweet that I kissed myself unconscious. 2 Scarlett stormed back into the room after yelling at me. My assistant slowly woke up, looking at me with pure terror. “Mr. Sterling, have you and Ms. Vance… been possessed?!” It wasn’t a strange question. The rivalry between me and Scarlett was legendary in the city. The Sterling and Vance families had been at war for generations. As the heirs, we were epic enemies. We were born on the same day and grew up in the same neighborhood. We fought in school, and now we fought in business. Wherever we met, chaos ensued. If we drank together, we’d sue each other if one person drank a drop less. This time, we were both inspecting new projects in the mountains. A torrential rain caused a landslide. Our cars crashed. We were both injured and lost our memories. The villagers mistook us for a couple and put us in the same room. The key point is… we slept together! Damn it! My twenty-six years of chastity! I was saving it for my future wife, not this evil witch Scarlett! Thank god I got my memory back before her. She was still calling me “Hubby” like an idiot. Heh. Since it’s come to this, don’t blame me for being ruthless! 3 I didn’t go in to comfort the angry Scarlett. After thanking the villagers, my assistant and I prepared to leave. As we reached the car, I saw Scarlett standing there with a cold face, holding a… brick. I frowned. “What are you doing?” “Hubby, are you running away with that wild woman?” Scarlett’s eyes reddened the moment she saw me. Her gaze shifted to my assistant, narrowing dangerously. “Since you’re stealing my husband, I have to kill you.” My assistant’s legs gave out. She almost wet herself. Tsk. She lost her memory, but her vicious nature hadn’t changed a bit! An idea sparked. I walked over, wrapped my arm around Scarlett’s waist, and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Be good, wifey. Who said I was running away? You misunderstood…” Scarlett stiffened and looked up at me. “Then where are you going with her?” “She’s just a driver here to take us home. Back to our home.” Meeting Scarlett’s now clear and innocent eyes, I softened my tone to coax her. “Wifey, I remember everything now. We have a home in the city.” “I handle business outside, and you handle the cooking and chores at home.” “Let’s go home now. We can sleep in our big bed every night.” “This hard bed hurts my back. It’s uncomfortable doing that…” My ability to lie without blinking was honed back in high school when Scarlett kept reporting me for dating. Now the boomerang was coming back to her. Would she believe it? Sure enough, as soon as I finished, the brick fell from Scarlett’s hand. She hugged my waist, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed me. “Boohoo, Hubby, you’re so good… I misunderstood you…” We kissed passionately. The sound of our lips meeting was embarrassingly loud. Why did this damn woman love kissing so much after losing her memory… I should film her looking so obsessed with me so I can mock her forever! I signaled my assistant to take a picture. But she was staring blankly, shocked out of her mind. It was like seeing Voldemort kiss Harry Potter. 4 “Mr. Sterling, is this really okay?” In the hospital hallway, my assistant whispered nervously, “What if Ms. Vance suddenly remembers…” Scarlett was known for her devilish body and devilish heart. Ruthless and vengeful. Everyone in the city feared her except me. If she recovered and realized I tricked her, she’d probably kill me even if it drove her mad… But I wouldn’t give her the chance. Am I, Julian Sterling, a man she can just sleep with and discard? I sneered. “Before she remembers, I’ll make sure she loses everything.” We just ran a series of brain scans on Scarlett. The doctor said if she hadn’t remembered by now, the recovery period could be long. Good, good. Long is good. Long enough for the Vance family to go bankrupt! Leaving the hospital, I got a call from HQ. A major foreign client was arriving tonight. I knew they were here to discuss a cross-border project with Scarlett. And this client happened to be my college crush, the campus goddess! Last time, I almost closed the deal, but Scarlett sabotaged it. Tonight was my chance for a comeback. I changed into a white shirt that accentuated my muscles, hiding my bellyful of bad intentions. Walking out of the fitting room, I bumped into a soft body. “Wearing such tight clothes… who are you going to see?” A seductive voice rang out. Soft, slender hands climbed up my back. A numbness shot up my spine. I shivered and glared, only to meet Scarlett’s beautiful eyes staring at me. For a second, it felt like the old, evil Scarlett was back. Just as I panicked, her hand moved from my back to my belt buckle. She tightened her grip. The mix of pain and pleasure made me flustered and angry. I slapped her hand away. “What are you doing! Hands off!” Scarlett’s hand froze. Her seductive eyes drooped, looking incredibly wronged. “Hubby, you hit me?” “I knew it. You’re tired of the amnesiac me. You make money, you have a pretty assistant who hugs your leg…” “And I just cause trouble at home.” “I don’t even have the right to touch my own husband anymore. Maybe it’s time for me to leave…” She started sobbing, acting like she was about to walk away. Her beautiful face was filled with despair, looking like she was about to shatter. For a moment, I felt like a monster. And she couldn’t leave now—my plan hadn’t even started! I gritted my teeth and grabbed her hand, putting it back on myself. “Wifey, what are you talking about? Touch! Touch all you want!” Scarlett instantly switched from sorrow to joy. She didn’t hold back. Her palm tightened, her other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto the sofa. Her lips replaced her hands. I ran my fingers through her long hair, panting: “Wifey… you’re coming with me to the banquet tonight, but you have to wear earplugs the whole time.” “Why earplugs?” “Um… the doctor said you need to avoid auditory stimulation. So no TV or phone either.” Scarlett had too many shady friends in the city. Cutting off her contact with the outside world was crucial. I wanted to add more instructions, but then—rip. Scarlett tore open my custom-made shirt! Just as I was about to explode, her soft, pitiful voice came from my chest: “Hubby, I tore it by accident. I know I’m useless. You won’t blame me, right?” “…” Fine, I’ll endure it!!!

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My childhood sweetheart, Adrian, sees the world in grayscale. To him, everything is devoid of color, including me. But that never affected our relationship. After high school graduation, he confessed his love, promising we’d be together forever. After college graduation, he proposed, and we vowed never to betray each other. But before we could even pick out a wedding dress… That day, outside the bridal shop, a girl stumbled and fell into his arms in a panic. Adrian didn’t move. He let her hold him tight. The next moment, two lines of text floated before my eyes like a livestream comment. [As the only splash of color in the male lead’s world, he is destined to fall in love with the heroine.] [Therefore, the supporting female character should gracefully exit.] I looked at Adrian in disbelief. But he just kept his head down, staring at the girl in his arms with an excitement and joy I had never seen before. In that moment, my heart plummeted into an icy abyss. 1 On the day we were supposed to try on wedding dresses, Adrian had an urgent meeting. He said he’d be thirty minutes late. I timed it perfectly, waiting outside the shop exactly when he was due to arrive. He was punctual. If he said thirty minutes, he wouldn’t make me wait a minute longer. As I stepped out of the bridal shop, his familiar car pulled up. Adrian got out, holding a massive bouquet of red roses. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” He hugged me, kissing the corner of my lips, his eyes gentle. He was usually calm and rational. But on a special day like today, he couldn’t hide his smile. I smiled back, taking the roses. “I know you’re busy. Company business comes first. I wouldn’t dare get mad.” It was just banter. We both graduated this year and joined our respective family businesses. There was a lot to learn, and important meetings couldn’t be missed. Otherwise, hungry siblings would be waiting to snatch the inheritance. After our brief exchange, we walked into the bridal shop side by side. Even though we had started custom-ordering dresses two years ago, we wanted the perfect wedding, so we decided to order a few more and pick the best one. We didn’t want to regret our once-in-a-lifetime wedding. Before we even entered the shop, a noise erupted nearby. A girl, looking terrified, tripped and fell straight toward Adrian. Adrian wasn’t a germaphobe, but he disliked being touched by strangers. I expected him to push her away instinctively, like he always did. I even worried he might use too much force, so I reached out to help steady her. But to my shock, Adrian stood still. The girl fell into his arms, gripping his lapels tightly, trembling in fear. His pristine suit instantly gained several visible wrinkles. Usually, Adrian wouldn’t tolerate this for a second. A strange feeling crept into my heart, but I didn’t say anything. It was just an accident, after all. Just as I was about to speak, two lines of text floated before my eyes. [As the only splash of color in the male lead’s world, he is destined to fall in love with the heroine.] [Therefore, the supporting female character should gracefully exit.] I went through a rebellious phase as a teenager and read my fair share of novels. I understood the concepts of male leads, female leads, supporting characters, and even this random “bullet screen” commentary. That’s why my heart raced with panic. I stared at the text, then turned to look at Adrian in disbelief. As my childhood sweetheart, no one knew him better than I did. He had been mature since he was a child, rarely smiling, and never showing emotion for irrelevant people. But right now… He seemed to have forgotten I was standing right there. He held the girl tightly, his eyes filled with joy and excitement. This time, I truly felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. 2 The text wasn’t lying. Adrian’s world was gray. He had been more mature than his peers since childhood because of it. But sometimes, in moments of melancholy, he would lean on my shoulder and ask sadly, “Chloe, what does color look like?” I couldn’t answer him. It was like telling a blind person the world is brilliant, or a deaf person that music is beautiful. They couldn’t experience it. Words were useless. In fact, it felt cruel. Adrian and I had known each other since we were babies. Besides his family, only I knew he couldn’t see color. When we were little, I would tirelessly tell him: The tulips in the garden are yellow. The sky is blue. The goldfish we accidentally overfed was red. My dress is green. He would always look thoughtful, staring hard, trying to see something, but eventually resorting to logic. Back then, he couldn’t control his emotions well. He often hid and cried. He thought no one saw, pretending to be a grown-up afterwards, saying he didn’t care. But I knew. His eyes were red. He was sad. So I loved him even more. Among all our playmates, I only wanted to play with him. To be his best friend. As we grew up and went to school together, he became cold and distant to others to hide his secret. Of course, the coldness was for outsiders. I wasn’t an outsider. Adrian said I was the most important person in his heart. Teenage promises are always so sweet. Knowing each other since childhood, being together day and night, and him being so wonderful—how could I not fall for him? Luckily, the feeling was mutual. After high school graduation, he held a bouquet of my favorite roses and confessed his love in front of both our parents, saying he wanted to be with me forever. My dad turned red, rolling up his sleeves and grabbing a stick, threatening to beat Adrian. My mom blocked him, laughing because she adored Adrian and had always hoped we’d end up together. Adrian’s parents kept promising they would treat me well. His dad even called me “daughter-in-law” on the spot, making my dad fume. Through the chaos, Adrian held my hand and hugged me tight. And so, we became a couple. We went to the same university and spent four happy, stable years together. On graduation day, he enlisted our mutual friends to create a romantic proposal. He put the ring on my finger, and we promised never to fail each other. Everything went smoothly. Fate seemed to favor me. I never suffered. I always thought I was lucky. But now… My thoughts receded like the tide. I looked at the two people still embracing, a bitter taste in my mouth. I thought I should trust Adrian. He had never seen color. He was just overwhelmed with excitement. The text might not be true. I convinced myself. After so many years, he wouldn’t change his heart just like that. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, ready to speak. But a commotion erupted nearby. A group of men and women rushed over. The girl in Adrian’s arms turned pale, shrinking behind him, her voice trembling with plea. “Please, don’t let them take me away.” Adrian wasn’t one to meddle, but in this moment, he didn’t hesitate. He shielded her, glaring coldly at the group. “Stay out of this! She’s my daughter, and I’m taking her home!” The leader, a fierce-looking man, roared at the girl behind Adrian. “Lily, get your ass over here! You quit college and ran away with stolen money? I’ll beat you to death!” A blonde boy next to him chimed in. “Yeah, Sis. Why does a girl need so much education anyway? Just get married and bring in some dowry money. I need to find a wife.” They echoed each other. A middle-aged woman, likely the mother, wiped her tears. “Lily, listen to your dad. Let’s go home.” Lily, face wet with tears, stubbornly refused to move. She shook her head, gripping Adrian’s jacket. “I won’t go back! I worked hard to get into college! I want my own life! I won’t let you control me!” Lily’s rebuttal enraged the father. Adrian had probably never met such unreasonable people. Just as he was about to speak, the man threw a punch. Adrian’s eyes widened, and he instinctively turned to shield Lily. The blonde boy rushed forward to grab her. Lily cried. The mother cried. In the chaos, someone shoved Lily, and she slammed into me. My arm throbbed with pain. I barely kept my balance. The blonde boy, swinging a metal rod recklessly, aimed it right at us. I could have dodged, but Lily was clinging to my arm, anchoring me in place. I watched helplessly as the rod came down. “Watch out!” Adrian saw it. He lunged toward us. I thought he was coming to save me. Until he reached out and pulled Lily away from my side. That was the moment I truly fell into the ice cave. The next second— The metal rod struck my forehead. Intense pain. Darkness. 3 When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. I struggled to sit up just as Adrian rushed in. He hurried to my side, reaching out to help me. “Chloe, the doctor said you have a mild concussion. You need to rest…” He froze mid-sentence when I slapped his hand away. I was a girl who had just graduated. When danger came, my boyfriend protected another woman. Of course I was angry. My head still throbbed. I would make that blonde kid pay. If my parents weren’t vacationing abroad, they would have turned the city upside down by now. Adrian probably hadn’t dared to tell them. As expected, he sat slowly on the edge of the bed. He began to apologize. “Chloe, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have failed to protect you immediately. But the situation was unique. That girl… she was in color. Chloe, do you understand? It was the first time I saw color. I was overwhelmed. I didn’t react properly. I actually wanted to grab you, but I don’t know why… I grabbed the color instead.” Adrian’s voice grew quieter, filled with immense guilt as he looked at me anxiously. “Chloe, I promise, this will absolutely never happen again.” He sounded sincere. Tears welled in his eyes. Men don’t cry easily. Especially Adrian, who had been mature since childhood. Except for when he was little and cried about not seeing color, he had always been strong. He reached out tentatively, touching my face. “Chloe, we’re going to be husband and wife for a lifetime. I love you, and only you.” I looked at Adrian. This man who had occupied my entire life. I loved him to my core. I wanted to be with him forever. If… I hadn’t seen that text. Just as I thought this, new lines floated before my eyes: [The male lead is so devoted. Truly my favorite cold, abstinent hero.] [I don’t know why the supporting female is mad. They’re the official couple. Of course he protects the heroine in a crisis.] [Don’t be fooled by his crying. According to the plot, the heroine is about to call him.] [Destined lovers vs. childhood friends. Even if the book isn’t finished, I know who he’ll choose.] I scanned the text without expression, then moved my gaze back to Adrian. We were childhood sweethearts, together for four years. I found it hard to believe he would abandon me in the hospital for a girl he just met. At least, until it happened, I wouldn’t believe it. “Adrian.” I called his name softly. He looked up quickly, eyes full of nervousness. “What is it, Chloe? Does it hurt? I’ll get the doctor…” “I’m fine. Just hungry.” I grabbed his hand and pointed to my stomach. “I want food. Will you go buy me something?” I’ve had a weak stomach since I was a kid. I was thin and picky. I couldn’t go hungry, or it would hurt. Hearing this, Adrian looked serious. “Okay, I’ll go buy it right now…” Before he could finish, his phone rang. I knew him too well. I knew every habit, every look in his eyes. He looked down at the screen, his eyes flickering with unnatural hesitation. The phone kept ringing. He stood there frozen, seemingly conflicted. I stayed silent. Thanks to the text, I knew who was calling. I just wanted to see what Adrian would choose. He frowned, as if making a decision, then pointed at his phone. Calmly, he said, “It’s my assistant. Probably work. I’ll take this, then go get your food.” I nodded. I watched him take the phone into the bathroom. Less than thirty seconds later, he rushed out. Anxiety was written all over his face. He grabbed his jacket from the sofa, putting it on as he walked out. “Chloe, something came up at the company. I have to go back immediately. I’ll have someone send food. Stay in bed and be good. Once I’m done, I’ll come back to keep you company.” With that, he was at the door, his voice fading away. Silence returned. I sat on the hospital bed, watching the boy who once belonged to me walk away. In the air, a few sparse lines of text appeared. [Actually, I think the supporting female is great too. The male lead seems too cruel doing this.] [But we all know how much he wanted to see color. The supporting female knows too, right?] Yes, because I knew, the cold pierced my bones. The Adrian who said he would be with me forever, who promised never to fail me. Indeed abandoned me without a second thought for the color he craved so desperately. I looked down, tears falling onto the quilt. No one likes to be abandoned. If he truly betrayed his vow, then I would choose to discard him first. 4 I sat in the hospital bed for a long time. The text flickered in and out, narrating the interaction between Adrian and Lily. [The male lead couldn’t let the heroine go. Knowing her trash dad was bullying her again, he rushed to support her.] [The heroine is so pitiful, stuck with a family of vampires.] [Luckily she met the male lead. Only happiness from now on. No one can bully her anymore.] Reading about Lily’s family, I hadn’t forgotten why I was in the hospital. So I made two calls. First, to our housekeeper, Auntie Zhang, asking for food. Second, to my father’s assistant, Mr. Liu. I suffered a calamity. The person who hit me should pay the price. The moment I hung up, the text exploded. [What is the supporting female doing? Using her family’s power to go after the heroine’s brother?] [Comment above, be reasonable. She was put in the hospital. Calling the police is standard procedure. Why the fuss?] [Heh, is it standard procedure or female jealousy trying to cause trouble for the heroine?] [So what if she calls the police? Now that the leads have met, this move will only push the male lead further away.] [Wanna bet?] […] The lines flashed by quickly. I looked away. If Adrian tried to stop me from pressing charges because of Lily, then I would not only be disappointed, I would think he had brain damage. I liked him, yes. But if he was truly as the text described, even the strongest love would be exhausted.

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My stepbrother is the icy, ruthless villain in a novel. To keep him too busy to commit crimes, I decided to harass him daily with unhinged text messages from an anonymous number: “Baby, you look so good when you don’t wear your shirt properly at the gym. I want a taste.” “Baby, you look so sexy when you sweat. I want every drop to land on me.” “Baby, the way you stare at your phone trying to figure out who I am is so cute. I like you even more now.” My brother was deeply disturbed. Every day, he would come home and lecture me about safety and morality, looking exhausted. Finally, the male and female leads got their happy ending. My mission was complete. I packed my bags overnight, ready to flee the country. But before I could even board the plane, I was snatched. When I opened my eyes, he was slowly, methodically tying my wrists with his silk tie. “If you like Big Brother so much,” he whispered, his voice dark, “why are you trying to leave?” Chapter 1 “Baby, you’re being naughty. Why did you drink the wine someone else handed you?” This was the third time I’d channeled my inner stalker to text my brother. The first few times, he’d read them and ignored them. He didn’t take me seriously at all. Just as I thought this attempt would fail too, he replied. His tone was as stern as ever: “Stop sending me these kinds of messages. I don’t like it.” Good. He didn’t like it. If he liked it, my plan would be ruined. So, facing his displeasure, I typed back: “I don’t care if you like me, Baby. I like you, and that’s enough. ^_^” Julian saw that I was incorrigible and stopped replying. I tapped my screen, wanting to add fuel to the fire, but I heard the front door open. I frantically deleted the chat history and ran to the door, taking his suit jacket like a dutiful sister. “Julian, you’re home early.” Julian rubbed his temples wearily. “Mn.” I looked at the dark circles under his eyes and secretly rejoiced. It was working. He wasn’t sleeping well. I almost laughed out loud. Julian glanced at me, frowning slightly. “What are you smiling at?” I wiped the grin off my face and moved behind him to massage his shoulders. “I’m just happy you’re home early.” He looked at me suspiciously. Before he could ask what trouble I’d caused, I tested the waters. “Julian, you look terrible lately. Are you tired?” Julian, who had been enjoying the massage, stiffened. His expression darkened. The more he avoided it, the more I pressed. “Brother, did something happen?” I asked, feigning concern. Julian stood up abruptly. “Nothing,” he muttered, then hurried upstairs. Watching his retreating back, I smirked. I really was disgusting him. Mission on track. (^_^)V Chapter 2 Julian and I are step-siblings. After my mom married his dad, he never really liked me. He thought I was too loud, too rebellious. I didn’t like him either. He was too disciplined, acting like an old man in a young man’s body. We stayed out of each other’s way, maintaining a polite facade for our parents. Then, his father died in a riot while on a business trip abroad. My mother couldn’t handle the blow; she fell ill and followed him days later. Since then, Julian stopped finding me annoying. No matter what trouble I caused, he would just pat my head and tell me not to be afraid. And I stopped causing trouble just to see his composure crack. Our relationship improved by leaps and bounds. Then, last year, I got really sick. I had a fever so high I saw my life flash before my eyes. I had a series of vivid dreams. In the dreams, Julian was the villain in a novel—cold-blooded and ruthless. He cut the brake lines on the Hero’s car. He hired paparazzi to ruin the Heroine’s reputation. On the day the leads were supposed to get married, he wasn’t idle either. He crashed the wedding and kidnapped the Heroine. In the end, like all villains who talk too much, he died miserably. They didn’t even find his whole body. And as the villain’s sister, I was cannon fodder. My death was merely a plot device to push him into darkness. I woke up and swore I would change our fate. The first thing I did was force Julian to swear he’d be a good person. Chapter 3 But soon, I realized that wouldn’t work. I couldn’t bet my life on a villain’s promise. I ate pounds of walnuts for brain power and finally came up with a new plan. I had to stop Julian from meeting the main characters. I had to nip his villainy in the bud. So, I started reading the Hero’s scandals to Julian every day. I read them while he peeled apples, while he cooked, and even while he was in the shower—I’d squat by the door and shout the gossip through the wood. Julian had high moral standards. If I convinced him the Hero was trash, he’d avoid doing business with him. No business, no meeting, no villain arc. But soon, I realized this wasn’t working either. One day, while Julian was cracking walnuts for me, I read him another scandal. Usually, he ignored me. But this time, he paused. “Are you interested in him?” he asked, turning to look at me. I was in the zone, so I just hummed in agreement. When the sound of cracking walnuts got aggressively loud, I realized my mistake and shook my head frantically. Julian didn’t buy it. “You’ve read over a hundred articles about him to me.” “Yesterday you said he was handsome.” I paused. True. After reading so much gossip, I was the one getting annoyed with the Hero, Ethan. I had started reading with attitude. Yesterday, I slipped and said, “Shame he’s trash, because his face is nice.” Julian only heard the first half. Terrified that he might get interested in Ethan, I clarified immediately. “He’s okay looking, but I have absolutely no—” Interest. Before I could finish, Julian cut me off. “You have an interest? You like him?” A question mark slowly materialized over my head. I’m reading you his blackmailer files, and you think I like him? Seeing I didn’t deny it instantly, Julian pressed his lips into a thin line. After a long silence, he spoke, his voice tight. “It’s normal to have crushes at your age. But based on recent news, his character is questionable. Until I investigate him fully, you are not allowed to contact him.” He spoke fast, like he was afraid I’d interrupt. Then he grabbed his coat and stormed out. By evening, a dossier as thick as a phone book landed in my hands. Chapter 4 I had already investigated Ethan, the Hero, when I first had the dreams. I knew his resume by heart. But the file Julian gave me was… different. The version I knew painted him as a saint. This file glossed over his achievements and detailed every bad thing he’d ever done. From pulling legs off ants at six to writing love letters at fifteen. It even included the content of the letters. I couldn’t guess Julian’s game, but I smelled danger. The file included a list of Ethan’s ex-girlfriends. And on that list was Her. Bella. The Heroine. In the story, Bella is like catnip to Julian. Realizing this, I stayed up all night brainstorming new ways to keep them apart. I tried telling him “horror stories” about couples like them. I signed him up for dating apps so he’d be too busy with blind dates. Nothing worked. The day Julian was destined to meet Bella was approaching. I was so anxious I was losing hair. Just as I was considering slipping sleeping pills into Julian’s coffee to make him sleep through the plot, I saw a video on TikTok. It was about a stalker character in a novel who harassed the protagonist so much they couldn’t focus on work. I condemned the behavior, obviously. But… could I use it on Julian? If he’s distracted by a stalker, he won’t have time to fall for the Heroine. I had no experience, so I spent three days studying “creepy text” methodology. Once I felt ready, I bought a burner SIM card and sent my first anonymous text: “Baby, my sweet Baby, I like you so much.” I thought Julian would be confused, or angry. I thought he’d try to track the number. But two hours passed. Nothing. Not even a reply. I bit my lip in disappointment. Did he not get it? Or was I not creepy enough? To find out, I went downstairs and asked to borrow his phone. He was reading files on the sofa. He handed it over without looking up. Afraid he’d check the background apps later, I opened Instagram first and voted for some random celebrity in a poll. While glancing at Julian to make sure he wasn’t watching, I opened his messages. My text was right at the top. Read. That wasn’t right… He saw it, so why was he so calm? Before I could figure it out, Julian reached out. “Give it back.” Startled, I tried to close the apps, but he snatched the phone away. He swiped the screen, a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. “What did you do on my phone?” Why was he acting guilty? Did he have secrets? “Nothing,” I said. “I just voted on a poll.” Julian opened Instagram, saw the voting pop-up, and relaxed visibly. “You like him now?” I hadn’t even looked at the name of the celebrity. But I nodded anyway. “Yeah, he’s handsome.” Julian zoomed in on the photo, scrutinizing every pixel. While he was distracted critiquing the guy, I secretly pulled out my phone and sent another anonymous text. “Why won’t you reply to me, Baby? That’s a bad habit.” The message alert dinged. Julian didn’t even frown. He just swiped it away. Still not creepy enough? I didn’t give up. I typed again: “Baby, I’m going crazy over you. I want to kiss you so bad.” Julian stiffened. A flush crept up his neck, turning his ears bright red. It worked! Overjoyed, I leaned in. “Julian, what’s wrong?” He closed his eyes, taking a long moment to compose himself. “Nothing.” Liar. I hid behind him, preparing to send another one. But before I could unlock my screen, Julian stood up abruptly. I jumped, nearly dropping my phone. “Brother?” He gripped his file so hard the paper crinkled. “I have work to handle. Don’t wait up for dinner.” He practically ran upstairs. Like he was fleeing a monster. I stared at his back, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face. He’s kind of cute when he’s scared.

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I beat up the fake heiress, and my brothers threw me into a mental asylum. When I came out, I was unusually obedient. If my brothers told me to go east, I wouldn’t dare step west. But why was the fake heiress suddenly acting even more obedient than me? Dr. Crane said: “Unless someone else strikes first, you cannot strike back. That is the basic code of conduct for a mental patient.” Oh? What a joke. Forcing someone to strike first is the easiest thing in the world. I have plenty of ways. 1 The day my second brother, Liam, came to pick me up from the asylum, I was wearing a doll-collar blouse and overalls. My hands were obediently folded in front of me, eyes lowered, the picture of submission—gone was the arrogance of my past. Liam looked me up and down, finally speaking with satisfaction. “Do you know what you did wrong?” I nodded obediently and recited the lines Dr. Crane taught me. “I’m sorry, Liam. I was jealous of Chloe, so I hired thugs to bully her. I was wrong, and I’ll never do it again.” The perfect amount of grievance, the perfect amount of remorse. Tears welled in my eyes but didn’t fall, held back by shame—I had practiced this pose, copying Chloe, for a long time. Sure enough, Liam bought it. He raised his noble hand and rubbed the top of my head, like he was bestowing a great favor. “Good girl. If you hadn’t gone too far this time, Big Brother wouldn’t have locked you up in here.” “From now on, get along with Chloe.” I nuzzled his palm, mimicking Chloe. Liam smiled happily. No one noticed Director Lewis, who was seeing me out, shudder violently beside us. I glanced sideways at him. Cold sweat immediately rolled down his forehead. “Mr. Vance, if there’s nothing else… I won’t disturb your family reunion.” Liam nodded. “You did well. The Vance family’s investment will arrive soon.” “Th-thank you!” After thanking him, Director Lewis hurried away as fast as he could. “The Director sure is spry for his age…” I said. Thud. Director Lewis tripped and fell. Then, under Liam’s surprised gaze, he scrambled up and ran as if a ghost were chasing him. “Liam, can I go home now?” Seeing my docile appearance, Liam nodded. But he didn’t forget to warn me, “If you bully Chloe again, I’ll lock you back in here myself, even if Big Brother doesn’t!” “Mmh.” I nodded obediently. 2 Back at the familiar house, I stood at the door, not daring to enter. Chloe said this was her home. Mom and Dad were hers. The brothers were hers. I was the outsider. How could I just walk into someone else’s home? It wasn’t until Liam said, “Come in,” that I put on a look of overwhelming gratitude. “Really? Can I?” Sure enough, Liam’s heart softened, his eyes reddening slightly. But remembering my past arrogance, he quickly suppressed the emotion. Not long after, Big Brother—Julian—and Chloe returned. “Julian, I brought Ariel back,” Liam said. “Has it been six months already?” Julian asked. Was it fast? I lived in a hell where every day felt like a year, but to them, it passed in a blink. “Yeah, Director Lewis called this morning to remind me. I think we’re actually three days late,” Liam said. Julian was noncommittal, as if forgetting me in that man-eating place was no big deal. He looked at me with scrutiny. I immediately bowed slightly, looking docile. When Chloe saw me, she looked terrified and hid behind Julian. Julian patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. If she dares to bully you again, I promise she’ll never set foot outside that asylum until she dies!” Julian stared at me as if I were his enemy. I silently touched my chest. So, mental patients’ hearts can ache too. “I’ll be good. I’ll listen,” I said, my eyes sincere, my posture pitiable. Julian looked at me with disgust and took Chloe to wash up for dinner. 3 Dinner was, unsurprisingly, all of Chloe’s favorites. Suppressing her fear, Chloe put a piece of popcorn chicken in my bowl. “Sister, eat.” Pepper wrapped in Sichuan peppercorn, wrapped in mango sauce… This piece of chicken hit every single one of my allergies and dislikes perfectly. Julian gently touched her back. “Chloe, I raised you. You’re not lower than anyone. You don’t need to suck up to her!” Chloe lowered her head and ate, tears in her eyes. I didn’t understand. They gave her the best of everything, cooked her favorite meals every day. Why did they think she was the one being wronged? Dr. Crane said: The child who acts gets the candy. I sat there obediently, staring at the chicken and swallowing my saliva. Then I asked the question that made their faces drop. “Can I… eat this?” Julian: … Liam: … Chloe: Grinding her teeth. Seeing no objection, I obediently picked up my chopsticks and started eating. I was truly starving. It had been so long since I had normal food. In that moment, I wanted to devour the table. Seeing my ungraceful eating habits, my brothers’ faces darkened. “Ariel, didn’t you have food inside?” Liam asked. I shook my head. “I did, but there was no meat in the slop…” Bang! Julian threw his chopsticks down. “Ariel Vance, who are you trying to disgust?” “The Vance family funds that asylum. Lewis wouldn’t dare abuse you!” “There’s a limit to lying!” Wouldn’t dare? Julian, have you ever seen a bed of nails? Electric shock therapy? The “fight the dog for food” contest? Julian certainly hadn’t. But Chloe, protected under his wing, smiled. If she hadn’t lowered her head so fast, her grin would have reached her ears. I stood there helplessly, not daring to speak, looking at the furious Julian with terror in my eyes. Liam frowned and tried to calm Julian. “Ariel just came back today. Can’t we just have a nice meal?” Julian swallowed his anger, his disgust for me deepening. Liam shook his head helplessly and handed me chopsticks. “If you’re hungry, eat more.” I smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Liam.” Liam’s pupils contracted. Could his sister smile? And so beautifully? Why hadn’t he seen it in all these years? It turned out that if he was just a little nice to her, she would smile so sweetly and call him brother… For a second, Liam’s heart felt squeezed. Julian’s eyes flickered too, but his attitude towards me didn’t change. 4 I finished washing up and was about to go to bed when Chloe came in. “Sister, I brought you some milk.” She entered without knocking. I took it obediently. “Thank you.” Those two words had never left my mouth before. Because every kindness she offered was a trap. Chloe paused, then laughed. “Sister, you’ve become so tame.” The next second, her hand “slipped,” and milk spilled all over me. “Oops, Sister, why didn’t you hold it properly?” Her eyes were sly, but I didn’t move. She picked up the only gift my brothers had given me the year I returned—a music box—and threw it in the trash. I still didn’t move. She looked around the room, her gaze finally landing on the framed photo on my desk. It was the only photo of Mom, Dad, and me. This time, I moved. I grabbed her hand. Chloe finally smiled triumphantly. With her other hand, she grabbed the frame and smashed it on the floor. Fire burned in my eyes. “Oh, angry? Hit me if you dare!” A blatant provocation! As a mental patient, the first thing I learned was obedience. I raised my arm and slapped her hard across the face. Chloe was stunned by the slap. It took her a few seconds to start her performance. “Julian! Liam! Help!” My two brothers rushed in immediately, shielding Chloe behind them and glaring at me. “Ariel, are you crazy?” I folded my hands obediently in front of me. “She told me to hit her.” Chloe covered her face, crying hysterically. “I just came to bring milk. I saw Sister throw the gift you gave her in the trash. Not only that, she tried to tear up Mom and Dad’s photo! I tried to stop her, and she hit me! Boohoo…” The gift was in the trash. The photo was on the floor. The frame was shattered. The evidence was undeniable. “Ariel, do you still hate us? Hate the family? Being switched at birth wasn’t Mom and Dad’s fault, wasn’t the family’s fault…” Liam was utterly disappointed. Hate? Probably. I was lost for ten years. Trained by my “adoptive” parents to beg from a young age. As I got older, I stole with other street kids. Getting caught meant a beating at the very least. I survived like a cockroach at the bottom of society. But the Vance family pampered my replacement like a princess. How could I not hate? Hate that they didn’t find me sooner. Hate that they lost me. Hate that after losing me, they adopted a replacement… I also hated that every time Chloe played dirty, they never believed me. They always stood by her. “If I knew this would happen, we should have let you die on the streets!” Julian finally spoke his true feelings. I looked up at him, my expression becoming exceptionally docile again. “Chloe threw the gift in the trash. Chloe smashed the photo…” “You…” If my brothers had beards, they would be blowing upwards in anger. I took out my discharge papers and showed them. “I swear on my personality as a mental patient, I really am not lying!” Mental patient? My brothers’ pupils contracted. Liam snatched the papers, his hands trembling. “This… seems real…” I nodded. “Dr. Crane said mental patients need to be docile and obedient to survive in the outside world.” Julian glanced at the papers and sneered suddenly. Obviously, he didn’t believe me. “Docile? Obedient? Good. Then move out of this room right now. Let Chloe have it!” This room was the princess suite Mom and Dad built for me. Mom designed it, Dad decorated it. It was their welcome gift. Chloe tried to take it countless times, and I always refused. But today… “Okay.” I nodded obediently and immediately started packing my meager belongings. Julian, Liam, and even Chloe were stunned. They knew this was my bottom line. I really moved out. Chloe was excited; she could finally live here legitimately. But outwardly, she tugged Julian’s sleeve hesitantly. “Julian, can I really stay here?” Julian looked grim. “If she can stay, why can’t you?” Turning back, he wasn’t done with me. He pointed to the utility room downstairs. “From now on, you sleep there.” I nodded obediently again, picked up my duvet, and trotted in. Julian’s raised hand froze in mid-air. He watched with a dark face as I made my bed in the cramped space. I felt like his chest was about to explode. I was confused. Isn’t this what you wanted? What are you angry about? Seeing me lie down to sleep, he spoke again. “Wait!” I froze obediently. The next second, the nanny brought a basin of cold water and splashed it on my bedding. “Now you can sleep.” Julian stared at me, expressionless. He was betting I couldn’t endure it, waiting for me to reveal my true nature. Unfortunately, he was going to be disappointed. I lay down in the wet bedding fully clothed, and soon, sweet little snores filled the room. Julian: !!!

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