Welcome, Class of 2024! This is the girls’ dormitory. To ensure your safety, please follow these rules: 1.Curfew is at 11:00 PM. Do not open the door for ANYONE after that time, including roommates. 2.There are four beds in each room, but more than four “students”. 3.If someone asks to share your bed at night, refuse. 4.Try to choose a top bunk. If you end up with a bottom bunk, don’t look underneath. 5.The dorm supervisor can be trusted. 6.Don’t look at the dorm clock. It will confuse you. Don’t try to fix it either. 7.There are no mirrors in the dorm. If you find one, don’t look directly at it and break it immediately. 8.No visiting other rooms or playing in the hallways. 9.If there are more than three roommates, report it to the dorm supervisor immediately, even if you think they’re your roommates. 10.Salespeople will come to the dorm daily. Buy their items at your discretion; some may be life-saving. 11.If you notice roommates “missing” or “extra”, stay calm and report to the dorm supervisor. She’ll handle it. 12.If you feel dizzy or disoriented, return to your bed immediately, cover yourself with blankets, and ignore anyone speaking to you. 13.If you break any of these rules, don’t try to leave campus. The school is not responsible for your safety off-campus. My parents enrolled me in this school without my consent. This private boarding school boasted an astonishingly high acceptance rate, leading all high schools in our city. Despite never having heard of it before, my parents stubbornly insisted that acceptance rate trumped everything else. Reluctantly, I took the entrance exam and barely scraped by with a passing score. When assigning dorms, I managed to find a room in the farthest corner from the supervisor’s office. I borrowed her computer to check the new student room assignments while she stared at me unblinkingly. The woman looked to be in her forties or fifties, maybe younger, but dressed in an old-fashioned way with a boyish haircut. Uncomfortable under her gaze, I glanced at her. She grinned at me stupidly. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a hint of red in her teeth. Lipstick, perhaps. When I looked back at the screen, I was stunned. “Weren’t there lots of empty rooms just a moment ago?” Hearing my words, she suddenly straightened up and said in a gruff voice: “Yes, but now there’s only one left. Better choose your bed quickly.” I stared at the last remaining room, number 213, with a status of 4/

In just seconds, all the other rooms had filled up, and someone had already chosen this room. Something felt off. As I tried to refresh the page, the computer suddenly opened a new window with a black background and 12 rules written in red text. “What is this…?” I turned around to find the supervisor leaning towards me, her crow’s feet prominent, her smile looking forced and creepy. She put her hand on my shoulder and said: “Oh, that? Must be a virus… There’s only one bed left, dear.” “Choose. Quick.” As soon as she finished speaking, the page disappeared. I was back on the original screen, and sure enough, the status now showed 4/3. She pulled out a key and handed it to me. Despite having a large keyring at her waist, she grabbed this one without hesitation, as if she’d been expecting it. I hesitated, my hand hovering in mid-air. I stared at the “213” on the key, but she shoved it into my hand, urging me to go to my room. I looked up at the dormitory building. When I entered, I noticed a large clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to 11:00 PM, but I distinctly remembered that those 12 strange rules mentioned something about the clock. Don’t look at the dorm clock. It will confuse you. Don’t try to fix it either. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 6:00 PM. The supervisor kept rushing me, saying it was very late and she needed to do room checks soon. I could only lug my heavy suitcase upstairs. Thankfully, the second floor wasn’t too high. But it was eerily quiet. I arrived later than most, but it was still move-in day. Yet all the rooms were silent, with only the sound of my footsteps echoing in the hallway. —Tap, tap, tap. I trudged along, searching for my room, only to find that half the room number had been torn off. Luckily, I could still make it out. I unlocked the door with my key, but the room was empty. I glanced at all the beds, which were bare. But I clearly remembered being the last to choose a room. There should have been at least one person here already. I shook my head, figuring that since I was here, I might as well quickly survey all the beds. If that was the case, I should be able to choose my own bed… right? I’d always disliked bottom bunks, possibly due to my germaphobia. When sleeping on a bottom bunk, roommates would often sit on my bed or carelessly place their things on it. Top bunks offered much more privacy. After a moment’s hesitation, I chose bed number 3. Just as I finished making the bed, I heard the sound of a key in the lock. I stared at the door as two people entered. The first was quite tall, wearing headphones, a t-shirt with letters on it, shorts, and had very short hair. The girl behind her was short, with pigtails, large eyes, and elaborate makeup, like a doll. I’m not good at socializing, so I just glanced at them without saying anything. The short girl with pigtails spoke first, smiling brightly as she asked: “Hi there! I’m Emma. That’s Tessa in front. What’s your name?” Her voice was sweet, too. I couldn’t help but warm to this girl a bit, so I answered: “Lily.” Tessa glanced at me without speaking, then walked straight to the opposite bed and said to Emma: “You take the top bunk. Weren’t you scared?” Emma hesitated for a moment, looking at me and Tessa before carefully asking me: “Lily, did you see those 12 rules?” I had only glanced at them briefly, mostly remembering the parts I’d seen. I nodded and said: “Yeah. Do you believe in that stuff?” Emma bit her lower lip and mumbled: “I think… better safe than sorry, right?” Tessa shrugged indifferently: “You’re just being silly.” They made their beds, and I sat on mine playing with my phone. Around 10 PM, the door suddenly burst open. A girl in an unusual outfit stumbled in, quickly shutting the door behind her. It was as if something was chasing her. We all stopped what we were doing to look at her. She was wearing something like a cosplay outfit, resembling a Japanese shrine maiden’s attire. Her skin was very pale, almost bloodless. Though her movements were frantic, her expression remained calm. She glanced at everyone, said nothing, and silently went to the bunk below mine to make her bed. I noticed she was carrying a large backpack, which she didn’t put aside even while unpacking. After hesitating for a moment, I leaned over and asked her: “Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Her bag looked very heavy. If it were empty, it would be flat, but hers was bulging out of shape. She looked up at me, her expression blank. Instead of answering my question, she asked: “Do you know what time it is?” I checked my phone. It was almost 10 PM, so I got down from my bed to get ready for bed. When I walked to the balcony, I suddenly noticed a mirror hanging in the bathroom, right across from the toilet. That seemed odd. Who would hang a mirror in that position? Emma appeared behind me at some point, patting my shoulder and asking softly: “What are you looking at?” “The mirror.” I didn’t turn around, because I remembered that Emma was very short. She shouldn’t have been able to reach my shoulder like that. But the thing behind me sounded exactly like her. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I probably would have turned around. Her hand on my shoulder was even reaching downward, indicating she was taller than me. I was silent for a moment, suddenly recalling those 12 rules. There are no mirrors in the dorm. If you find one, don’t look directly at it and break it immediately. But I hadn’t looked directly at it. From my angle, I could only see it obliquely. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t broken it immediately. That hand was still on my shoulder. I felt it growing heavier, like it weighed a thousand pounds, and it was ice cold. I coughed and said: “I need to use the bathroom.” “I’ll go with you.” “No need, it’s urgent!” I rushed into the bathroom. There was a mop in the corner, probably left by previous students. I grabbed the mop handle. It was dirty, but I couldn’t break the mirror with my bare hands. I confirmed the mirror’s position, then suddenly stood up, closed my eyes, and smashed it. When I opened my eyes, the wall was blank, without even any mirror shards on the floor. I sighed, looked at the door, and saw that the figure from earlier had vanished. I returned to my bed without a word. Emma was still sitting on her bed playing with her phone. Seeing me return, she asked curiously: “Why were you gone so long?” I looked at her innocent, cute face and sighed softly: “Emma, I think your concerns might be right.” She looked at me, not understanding. I told her everything that had just happened. Her face instantly turned pale. She called Tessa’s name. Tessa was playing a game and looked up at her impatiently. While they were interacting, the girl on the bunk below me suddenly got up, walked to my bedside, and frowned at me: “Why did you tell them?” I was taken aback: “Isn’t it better if everyone is aware and careful?” Rachel stared at me for a while, then looked away and said: “It’s unnecessary. They’ll only drag you down.” She returned to her bed. I leaned over and asked her: “Do you know something?”

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I adopted a wounded werewolf. He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm. But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained. And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back. It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless. Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision— **[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick to his stomach!]** **[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]** The comments appeared just as Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed. His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat. His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip. It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness. I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder. He let out a low groan. His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat-slicked face flushed. His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them. His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck. His voice, deep and husky, whispered: “Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.” A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom. Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm. He was as docile and clingy as ever. But the comments in my mind kept swirling— **[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]** **[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]** My hand froze. Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear. Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me. But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes. I could feel the change in his body beneath me. After a moment, I averted my gaze. “Silas, get off me,” I ordered. His brow tightened at my words. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me. His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg. It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint. “You promised you’d help me tonight…” **[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]** **[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!]** **[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]** **[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]** Seeing those comments, My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest. His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Then, instinctively, he recoiled. My hand hung in mid-air. A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart. He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand. I pulled my hand back. I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand. And tossed it onto the bed. “Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away. I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves. After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry. “Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.” “Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.” After hanging up, I turned to go back inside. I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall. Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom. His eyes were dark and chilling. After a long moment, he quietly asked: “You don’t want me anymore?”

Silas’s gaze sent shivers down my spine. In the past, he was always docile and clingy. Around me, he was more like a giant wolf-dog. Nothing like this now, hidden in the shadows, like a phantom. **[The villainess is finally giving up on the male lead?! The male lead is so happy he’s showing his true colors!]** **[Is the plot moving faster? That’s good! We’ll get to see the male and female leads’ happy sex life soon~]** **[Don’t let Silas’s look fool you, he’s probably ecstatic inside!]** **[After all, with no evil villainess bothering him, he can finally be with his darling female lead!]** The comments flashed rapidly through my mind. And my heart grew colder inch by inch. Meeting his gaze, I said calmly: “You’re an independent being. Now that you’re fully recovered, you should go back.” Silas stared at me silently. After a long pause, he took a step, closing in on me. His intense scent enveloped me. My heart tightened involuntarily. I tried to retreat, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. He pressed my hand against his warm, hard chest. He watched me intently, his eyes glistening. Both wolf ears drooped, making him look surprisingly pitiful. His voice was soft and slow, almost a seduction: “Touch it. It says it doesn’t want to leave you.” Beneath my palm, I felt the powerful thrum of his beating heart. My heart fluttered despite myself. **[The male lead is acting again. The villainess won’t actually fall for it, will she?]** **[Actually, the male lead is already dying to go find his darling female lead!]** **[Wake up, villainess. Who do you think you are? Do you really believe the male lead would be obsessed with you?!]** A sharp pain pierced my heart. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing it, suffocating and unbearable. After a moment, I yanked my hand free from Silas. “You don’t belong here. Leave,” I said coldly. Without another word, I walked into the guest room. I locked the door, pulled the covers over my head, and lay down. Listening to Silas’s low murmurs outside the door, my heart ached with bitterness. The comments kept swirling all night. I didn’t sleep well. But I finally understood that the world I was in was just a novel. And the “comments” were actually the readers’ segment reviews. I accepted this fact almost instantly. After all, the female lead they talked about was Isabelle Sterling, the Sterling family’s cherished daughter. My life had become strange ever since the Sterling family found me, their real biological daughter who was switched at birth, six months ago. Isabelle became what everyone called the “fake heiress.” But that didn’t stop her from still being the Sterling family’s adored daughter, the apple of everyone’s eye. And me, supposedly the real heiress, The Sterlings treated me warily, afraid Isabelle would be upset by her true origins, so they discriminated against me. Even the staff didn’t take me seriously. The day I found Silas, Isabelle accused me of tearing up her piano competition invitation, and the Sterling family threw me out. My birth mother said she regretted finding me if I was so jealous. My biological brother, Ashton, hugged Isabelle protectively and glared at me coldly. In the pouring rain, I said nothing. On my way out, I found Silas, covered in blood. He was barely alive, licking my fingertips weakly. I thought he must have been bullied too. So, in the end, I brought him home. The next morning, the werewolf was gone from the house. The Shifter Registry must have picked him up. I felt a sense of relief. But also a touch of wistfulness. After getting ready, I went to the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences. As soon as I entered the building, a male voice called out to me. “Blair, why do you look so pale?” “Didn’t sleep well?” Landon Price, the new head of my department, was gentle and kind, offering me a cup of coffee. Perhaps because he was an older student from my alma mater, he’d been quite caring towards me lately. I was just about to take the coffee with a smile. When the comments appeared in my mind— **[LOL, the villainess almost thought the male lead was genuinely kind to her!]** **[She’ll never know that the male lead is only approaching her to steal her research results and give them to his darling female lead!]** **[She doesn’t actually think the male lead would like her, does she? Hahaha, a mere villainess isn’t worthy!]** **[In reality, the male lead has long been disgusted by her. Every time he gives her something, he’s totally repulsed!]**

My outstretched hand paused. Landon’s smile remained gentle. But there was a hint of impatience in his eyes from holding the coffee too long. Seeing my troubled expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back. “I have something to do. I can’t chat,” I said flatly. Without waiting for his reply, I stepped directly into the elevator. I’d thought maybe someone would treat me with genuine kindness. But it seemed everyone had their own hidden agenda. Still, my words weren’t entirely an excuse. The institute had recently taken in a batch of mutated creatures. I was busy with their assessment and integration. My life during this period became a routine, a straight line between home and the institute. The house felt a little empty without a werewolf. It was a bit strange at first. But gradually, I felt nothing about it. After all, Silas’s life and mine were just two intersecting lines. After a brief convergence, we would forever diverge. That day, when my work at the institute was done, I walked out of the lab. Peeling off my sterile gloves, I asked my assistant: “Have the last batch of test subjects been sent out?” For evaluated test subjects, aggressive creatures were to be sent to The Federal Institute of Biological Sciences for unified handling. Non-dangerous creatures were to be returned to their owners. My assistant flipped through some files. “All non-aggressive creatures have been returned,” she replied diligently. “However, there’s still one mutated Ragdoll cat left. The researchers here are busy, so it might take a few days to send it off.” I asked for the cat owner’s address. My assistant gave me a location. It wasn’t too far, so I decided to return it myself. I secured the pet carrier in the back seat and drove to the destination. When I arrived at the villa gate, I rang the doorbell. The door opened to a familiar face. “Blair? It’s actually you.” Isabelle, dressed in luxurious, exquisite clothes, looked me up and down. Then she let out a light laugh. “Do you regret leaving the Sterling family?” “So you’ve come to beg me to put in a good word for you?” Isabelle crossed her arms, her tone dismissive and mocking. Her attitude made me feel a little lost. I simply handed her the pet carrier and said blandly: “I’m from the institute. You submitted a mutated Ragdoll cat.” “After evaluation, this cat is non-aggressive. Please ensure its proper care.” The woman took the carrier. Her face showed a hint of surprise when she heard “institute.” Then her eyes turned green with envy and hatred. I remembered shortly after I was found by the Sterling family, my birth mother had talked to me. She’d asked if I could give my research position at the institute to Isabelle. Just because Isabelle liked it. I was astonished. The institute was a federal agency, directly managed by the government. I had gone through layers of selection to get in; it was an extremely competitive process. Moreover, I had already made significant achievements there. Why should I give it up just because she liked it? So I refused. From then on, Isabelle had targeted me at every turn. “What’s there to be proud of, working at the institute?!” The woman scoffed. Just then, footsteps sounded from the living room. “Izzy, who is it? What’s taking so long?” Isabelle’s eyes subtly darkened, and her gaze flickered. She then forcefully grabbed the cat directly from the pet carrier. I sharply warned: “Be careful!” Even if the cat wasn’t aggressive, it was still a mutated species. Without proper care, it could still hurt someone. The next second, I heard the cat’s furious snarls. The cat, agitated, bit and clawed. When Ashton Sterling walked out, he saw the woman’s arms covered in bloody scratch marks. His face immediately hardened. He promptly threw the cat aside. His voice filled with worried tension: “Are you okay, Izzy? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Isabelle’s face was pale from the pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she glanced at me, then quickly clutched Ashton. She feigned innocence and kindness, saying: “It’s okay, brother. Please don’t blame Blair.” “She said this cat was non-aggressive after testing, so I touched it. I never expected…” “Maybe she’s upset that I took what should have been her place, that’s why she did this. But I don’t blame her.” Ashton, hearing this, glared at me, furious. He looked utterly enraged, his chest heaving: “Blair! How could you be so cruel?” “She’s my Sterling family’s precious darling, cherished for over twenty years! How dare an outsider like you bully her?!”

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I adopted a wounded werewolf. He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm. But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained. And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back. It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless. Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision— **[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick to his stomach!]** **[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]** The comments appeared just as Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed. His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat. His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip. It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness. I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder. He let out a low groan. His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat-slicked face flushed. His silver-gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them. His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck. His voice, deep and husky, whispered: “Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.” A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom. Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm. He was as docile and clingy as ever. But the comments in my mind kept swirling— **[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated love!]** **[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]** **[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]** My hand froze. Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear. Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me. But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes. I could feel the change in his body beneath me. After a moment, I averted my gaze. “Silas, get off me,” I ordered. His brow tightened at my words. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me. His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg. It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint. “You promised you’d help me tonight…” **[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]** **[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!]** **[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]** **[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]** Seeing those comments, My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat. I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest. His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Then, instinctively, he recoiled. My hand hung in mid-air. A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart. He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand. I pulled my hand back. I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand. And tossed it onto the bed. “Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away. I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves. After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry. “Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.” “Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.” After hanging up, I turned to go back inside. I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall. Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom. His eyes were dark and chilling. After a long moment, he quietly asked: “You don’t want me anymore?”

Silas’s gaze sent shivers down my spine. In the past, he was always docile and clingy. Around me, he was more like a giant wolf-dog. Nothing like this now, hidden in the shadows, like a phantom. **[The villainess is finally giving up on the male lead?! The male lead is so happy he’s showing his true colors!]** **[Is the plot moving faster? That’s good! We’ll get to see the male and female leads’ happy sex life soon~]** **[Don’t let Silas’s look fool you, he’s probably ecstatic inside!]** **[After all, with no evil villainess bothering him, he can finally be with his darling female lead!]** The comments flashed rapidly through my mind. And my heart grew colder inch by inch. Meeting his gaze, I said calmly: “You’re an independent being. Now that you’re fully recovered, you should go back.” Silas stared at me silently. After a long pause, he took a step, closing in on me. His intense scent enveloped me. My heart tightened involuntarily. I tried to retreat, but he immediately grabbed my wrist. He pressed my hand against his warm, hard chest. He watched me intently, his eyes glistening. Both wolf ears drooped, making him look surprisingly pitiful. His voice was soft and slow, almost a seduction: “Touch it. It says it doesn’t want to leave you.” Beneath my palm, I felt the powerful thrum of his beating heart. My heart fluttered despite myself. **[The male lead is acting again. The villainess won’t actually fall for it, will she?]** **[Actually, the male lead is already dying to go find his darling female lead!]** **[Wake up, villainess. Who do you think you are? Do you really believe the male lead would be obsessed with you?!]** A sharp pain pierced my heart. It felt like a giant hand was squeezing it, suffocating and unbearable. After a moment, I yanked my hand free from Silas. “You don’t belong here. Leave,” I said coldly. Without another word, I walked into the guest room. I locked the door, pulled the covers over my head, and lay down. Listening to Silas’s low murmurs outside the door, my heart ached with bitterness. The comments kept swirling all night. I didn’t sleep well. But I finally understood that the world I was in was just a novel. And the “comments” were actually the readers’ segment reviews. I accepted this fact almost instantly. After all, the female lead they talked about was Isabelle Sterling, the Sterling family’s cherished daughter. My life had become strange ever since the Sterling family found me, their real biological daughter who was switched at birth, six months ago. Isabelle became what everyone called the “fake heiress.” But that didn’t stop her from still being the Sterling family’s adored daughter, the apple of everyone’s eye. And me, supposedly the real heiress, The Sterlings treated me warily, afraid Isabelle would be upset by her true origins, so they discriminated against me. Even the staff didn’t take me seriously. The day I found Silas, Isabelle accused me of tearing up her piano competition invitation, and the Sterling family threw me out. My birth mother said she regretted finding me if I was so jealous. My biological brother, Ashton, hugged Isabelle protectively and glared at me coldly. In the pouring rain, I said nothing. On my way out, I found Silas, covered in blood. He was barely alive, licking my fingertips weakly. I thought he must have been bullied too. So, in the end, I brought him home. The next morning, the werewolf was gone from the house. The Shifter Registry must have picked him up. I felt a sense of relief. But also a touch of wistfulness. After getting ready, I went to the Federal Institute of Biological Sciences. As soon as I entered the building, a male voice called out to me. “Blair, why do you look so pale?” “Didn’t sleep well?” Landon Price, the new head of my department, was gentle and kind, offering me a cup of coffee. Perhaps because he was an older student from my alma mater, he’d been quite caring towards me lately. I was just about to take the coffee with a smile. When the comments appeared in my mind— **[LOL, the villainess almost thought the male lead was genuinely kind to her!]** **[She’ll never know that the male lead is only approaching her to steal her research results and give them to his darling female lead!]** **[She doesn’t actually think the male lead would like her, does she? Hahaha, a mere villainess isn’t worthy!]** **[In reality, the male lead has long been disgusted by her. Every time he gives her something, he’s totally repulsed!]**

My outstretched hand paused. Landon’s smile remained gentle. But there was a hint of impatience in his eyes from holding the coffee too long. Seeing my troubled expression, he asked, “What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back. “I have something to do. I can’t chat,” I said flatly. Without waiting for his reply, I stepped directly into the elevator. I’d thought maybe someone would treat me with genuine kindness. But it seemed everyone had their own hidden agenda. Still, my words weren’t entirely an excuse. The institute had recently taken in a batch of mutated creatures. I was busy with their assessment and integration. My life during this period became a routine, a straight line between home and the institute. The house felt a little empty without a werewolf. It was a bit strange at first. But gradually, I felt nothing about it. After all, Silas’s life and mine were just two intersecting lines. After a brief convergence, we would forever diverge. That day, when my work at the institute was done, I walked out of the lab. Peeling off my sterile gloves, I asked my assistant: “Have the last batch of test subjects been sent out?” For evaluated test subjects, aggressive creatures were to be sent to The Federal Institute of Biological Sciences for unified handling. Non-dangerous creatures were to be returned to their owners. My assistant flipped through some files. “All non-aggressive creatures have been returned,” she replied diligently. “However, there’s still one mutated Ragdoll cat left. The researchers here are busy, so it might take a few days to send it off.” I asked for the cat owner’s address. My assistant gave me a location. It wasn’t too far, so I decided to return it myself. I secured the pet carrier in the back seat and drove to the destination. When I arrived at the villa gate, I rang the doorbell. The door opened to a familiar face. “Blair? It’s actually you.” Isabelle, dressed in luxurious, exquisite clothes, looked me up and down. Then she let out a light laugh. “Do you regret leaving the Sterling family?” “So you’ve come to beg me to put in a good word for you?” Isabelle crossed her arms, her tone dismissive and mocking. Her attitude made me feel a little lost. I simply handed her the pet carrier and said blandly: “I’m from the institute. You submitted a mutated Ragdoll cat.” “After evaluation, this cat is non-aggressive. Please ensure its proper care.” The woman took the carrier. Her face showed a hint of surprise when she heard “institute.” Then her eyes turned green with envy and hatred. I remembered shortly after I was found by the Sterling family, my birth mother had talked to me. She’d asked if I could give my research position at the institute to Isabelle. Just because Isabelle liked it. I was astonished. The institute was a federal agency, directly managed by the government. I had gone through layers of selection to get in; it was an extremely competitive process. Moreover, I had already made significant achievements there. Why should I give it up just because she liked it? So I refused. From then on, Isabelle had targeted me at every turn. “What’s there to be proud of, working at the institute?!” The woman scoffed. Just then, footsteps sounded from the living room. “Izzy, who is it? What’s taking so long?” Isabelle’s eyes subtly darkened, and her gaze flickered. She then forcefully grabbed the cat directly from the pet carrier. I sharply warned: “Be careful!” Even if the cat wasn’t aggressive, it was still a mutated species. Without proper care, it could still hurt someone. The next second, I heard the cat’s furious snarls. The cat, agitated, bit and clawed. When Ashton Sterling walked out, he saw the woman’s arms covered in bloody scratch marks. His face immediately hardened. He promptly threw the cat aside. His voice filled with worried tension: “Are you okay, Izzy? I’ll take you to the hospital!” Isabelle’s face was pale from the pain. Her eyes welled with tears as she glanced at me, then quickly clutched Ashton. She feigned innocence and kindness, saying: “It’s okay, brother. Please don’t blame Blair.” “She said this cat was non-aggressive after testing, so I touched it. I never expected…” “Maybe she’s upset that I took what should have been her place, that’s why she did this. But I don’t blame her.” Ashton, hearing this, glared at me, furious. He looked utterly enraged, his chest heaving: “Blair! How could you be so cruel?” “She’s my Sterling family’s precious darling, cherished for over twenty years! How dare an outsider like you bully her?!”

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I’m Freya Sanchez, and on the very first day my boyfriend Julius Harris and I made our relationship official, he insisted on handing over his salary for me to manage. He said marriage was inevitable, and he’d only feel secure giving his money to his future wife. On our engagement day, Julius suddenly demanded I produce the $960,000 in savings I’d been managing for the past four years. He said, “I’ve been giving you $20,000 every month for four years—that’s $960,000 total. After daily expenses, there should be at least $800,000 left, right? I don’t want my parents paying for our wedding. How about we use my savings instead? $600,000 for the down payment on a new house, and $200,000 to buy you wedding gifts.” I was completely stunned. “But there’s not a penny of your money left!” Julius immediately flew into a rage. “You spent all $960,000!” His mother Monica Harris also erupted in anger: “What did you do with all that money? What shameful things have you been up to? This wedding is off!” Julius insisted on checking the accounts, so I immediately pulled out the receipts in front of everyone. But suddenly Monica panicked. On our engagement day, both Julius’s and my family and friends were present to discuss our wedding plans. Everything was going smoothly until one of Julius’s relatives said with a smile, “No wonder everyone says Freya’s great with money—she must have saved quite a bit for Julius over these four years, right? Now you’ll have enough for the wedding without either family having to worry about it.” I was completely confused, thinking, “I saved money for Julius?” Before I could react, Monica suddenly started wiping away tears. “Julius, my dear son. You’re so afraid of burdening us that you don’t want us to spend a penny on your wedding—you’ve saved up enough yourself. I’m so proud of you.” I didn’t understand what was happening. Julius’s relatives were all moved. Julius was also emotional and immediately took my hand. “I’ve been giving you $20,000 every month for four years—that’s $960,000 total. After expenses, there should be at least $800,000 left. I don’t want my parents paying for our wedding. How about we use my savings instead? $600,000 for the down payment on a new house, and $200,000 to buy you wedding gifts.” I looked bewildered, but he kept going: “Your family can handle the renovation costs and furniture—we can put both our names on the deed. $800,000 is just right. Freya, don’t think it’s too little—this is the most I can give you.” My parents Kevin and Julia Sanchez believed it, actually thinking Julius had $800,000 saved with me. Combined with his words, they looked at him with even more admiration. Julia even agreed on the spot to cover renovation and appliance costs. “Since Julius is being so sincere, of course we have no problem with that!” Envious voices surrounded us. “How wonderful—both families are so generous and easy to work with. Julius is really something—this couple’s going to have such a sweet life together.” But I couldn’t join in this enthusiastic atmosphere and pulled my hand from Julius’s grasp. “Are you sure you have $800,000 saved with me?” The relatives who had just been moved suddenly looked confused. Facing everyone’s stares, Julius paused for a moment, then straightened up. “Of course! $20,000 a month, that’s $240,000 a year, and $960,000 over four years. After expenses, getting back $800,000 isn’t unreasonable, is it?” I laughed bitterly. “So you’re saying your personal expenses for a whole year were only $40,000? An average of $3,000 per month? Julius, think carefully before you speak.” Only then did I fully realize how wrong this whole situation was. If I foolishly admitted to this $800,000 in front of all these people today, I’d never be able to explain myself later. Without even thinking, Julius blurted out, “Of course! I don’t smoke, I occasionally have drinks with friends—how much could I possibly spend in a month?” My expression darkened. “What if I told you that your money—there’s not a penny left?”

Julius said, “How is that possible? Freya, you’ve got to be kidding me.” In front of all our relatives, he struggled to maintain his gentlemanly composure. The first half of his sentence nearly cracked, while he forcibly lowered his voice for the second half. Monica also forgot about her dramatics and stopped her tears. Julia sensed something was wrong and asked me with a frown, “Freya, what’s really going on?” I pressed my lips together and raised my voice to ensure everyone present could hear clearly: “Julius does indeed hand over his salary to me every month on time, but the apartment we rent together for work convenience costs five thousand dollars a month…” Before I could finish, Julia immediately grasped the key point: “Even if you each pay half, Julius claims his monthly expenses are over three thousand dollars. After deducting that twenty-five hundred, the remaining money wouldn’t even cover drinks with his friends, would it?” Every member of the Harris family’s smile instantly froze. Julius’s face also showed some embarrassment, but he still tried to speak in a calm tone: “Freya, I know my monthly expenses might be more than that, but it’s impossible that I spent everything, right? Tell me the truth—how much of the money I gave you is left?” I shrugged. “Like I said, not a penny.” Realizing I was serious, Julius finally lost his composure and stood up from his chair: “You spent all nine hundred thousand dollars?” His sudden outburst startled me, leaving me momentarily stunned. The cold, ruthless man before me with his twisted expression was hard to believe was the same lover I’d spent four years with day and night. Monica completely exploded too, beginning to cry and shout: “You squandered all that money—what shameful things did you do? You two are not getting married!” The Harris family relatives also began whispering among themselves. “Julius is the most promising of the younger generation in the Harris family. How could someone who earns so much money in a year have nothing left?” “Looks like young people dating really is expensive. I’ll need to find a frugal wife for my son.” “Exactly. I used to think Freya was quite virtuous and good with money, but turns out she’s a gold digger.” Kevin and Julia’s faces darkened upon hearing these harsh words. But they knew my character and understood I wasn’t someone who spent money recklessly. Kevin quietly signaled to me: “Freya, clear things up right now. We won’t take advantage of anyone, but we won’t let anyone bully us either.” Sharp-eared Monica continued crying while speaking sarcastically: “Not taking advantage? A million dollars all spent—how much has your daughter enjoyed these four years with Julius? How could she possibly be at a loss?” Julia, being a decent person, couldn’t stoop to acting like a shrew, and her face flushed with anger: “Freya, even between close siblings, accounts should be settled clearly—you should understand this principle, right? Don’t give people ammunition to use against you! Since everyone’s here today, why don’t we settle the accounts in front of everyone!” Settle accounts? Of course we should. The Harris family relatives were all craning their necks, waiting for the show, so how could I disappoint them?

I pointed at Julius’s suit and said, “That suit you’re wearing is worth thirty-eight thousand dollars, your shirt is eighty-nine hundred dollars, those shoes are five thousand dollars, and even your tie is a designer piece worth over two thousand dollars. You have at least seven or eight outfits like this in your closet.” Immediately, whispered calculations filled the air around us, with some people even pulling out their phones to use calculators. The final conclusion was jaw-dropping: “My God, just these few outfits alone cost over four hundred thousand dollars!” Julius clearly hadn’t expected his expenses to be so astronomical. He lost some of his confidence, and even his parents stood there stunned. After a long pause, he finally managed to speak: “Some of those clothes were birthday gifts from you. You’re not planning to count those against me, are you? Using my money to buy me presents? That’s quite a stretch.” I was so angry I laughed: “When did I ever say I was counting those against you?” At most, I could only blame myself for falling for the wrong person and being too generous with him. After saying this, my gaze fell on his wrist. That watch was a Christmas birthday gift I’d given him this year. I had told him it only cost a few tens of thousands of dollars, when it actually cost hundreds of thousands. Before today, Julius and I had gotten along fairly well. Though he had some vanity and pretentiousness that came with his rural background suddenly becoming wealthy – which put him on a different level from me, a first-tier city only child – he didn’t have any other major flaws and was considerate toward me. Especially when it came to food, clothing, housing, and transportation, we were very compatible and had similar tastes. Unlike other rural guys who were penny-pinchers, he was quite generous with his spending. I just never realized his generosity came from spending all my money without any burden, as if I were an inexhaustible treasury. After tearing away this glamorous facade, our four-year relationship turned out to be so fragile. To protect his pride and dignity, I didn’t even dare reveal my true income and family background. When he said his monthly salary was twenty thousand dollars, I deliberately understated mine by five thousand. Looking back now, it was completely unnecessary! Noticing my gaze, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to cover the watch: “This was a Christmas birthday gift from you this year! This shouldn’t count either, right?” A wave of disgust rose in my chest: “I know, I’m not planning to count everything. I just want to ask you one more time – do we need to keep calculating this account? Will you admit that you have absolutely no savings from what you’ve earned while with me?” Julius shouted irritably: “Calculate! Of course we should calculate! Even if half of those outfits were bought by me, that’s only around two hundred thousand dollars, and those were work necessities. If you say I have nothing left, where did all the money go? I really want to see what other tricks you can come up with besides these major expenses!” I nodded and pulled out my phone, opening my usual expense tracking app: “These are our daily living expenses. Rent is five thousand dollars a month, utilities, gas, tissues and other miscellaneous expenses are a thousand dollars a month, and in summer the electricity bill goes up another thousand. “Besides that, you can’t cook and I don’t have time to, so we handle breakfast and lunch at the office, and for dinner we either order takeout or eat at restaurants – that’s at least three to four thousand dollars a month. “And you don’t just occasionally go out drinking with friends – it’s at least ten times a month, and you ask me for money every time. On average, that’s five thousand dollars a month. You alone spend ten thousand dollars a month!” Julius gritted his teeth: “Fine, even if you give me ten thousand dollars a month, that’s four hundred and eighty thousand over four years, plus the two hundred thousand I spent on clothes, that’s less than seven hundred thousand total. But over these four years, I’ve given you nearly a million dollars! Where’s the rest of the money?” Just then, Monica suddenly looked panicked and pressed Julius back into his chair: “Julius, stop calculating!” Everyone could see this bizarre turn of events clearly—my parents and I were all watching in disbelief. Julius looked equally confused. “Mom, what are you doing? Of course we need to settle the accounts. How can we get married without clearing this up? You were just saying—” Monica quickly covered his mouth and gave Julia an awkward laugh. “We got a bit carried away earlier and said some inappropriate things. But with so much money involved, we were naturally anxious. Please don’t take offense—we didn’t mean to make a scene. We’re all family here, no need to keep separate accounts. Julius’s money is Freya’s money too, so there’s no need to be so precise about it. Everyone must be hungry, right? Let’s have the waiters bring out the food.” But Julius wouldn’t listen. He pushed Monica’s hand away. “Mom! How can we eat at a time like this? According to Freya, I don’t have a penny left. What am I supposed to use for the wedding? Your money? I can’t do that! If she doesn’t settle these accounts with me today, this isn’t over!” I immediately shot back, “Even if we do settle the accounts, I’m not marrying you anymore. I’m afraid if I marry into your family, I’ll be schemed against until there’s nothing left of me!” A sharp slap rang out, and the entire room fell dead silent. I clutched my burning cheek, staring in disbelief at Julius’s father, Derek Harris. Derek had been sitting there silently with a dark expression the whole time. I never expected him to suddenly lash out and deliver such a resounding slap. He cursed furiously, “You bitch! You took my son’s money to support some other man, didn’t you? Otherwise, how could you blow through $180,000? Julius marrying you would be our family’s misfortune!” His words were even more vicious than Julius’s and Monica’s. My parents snapped out of their shock, shielding me while shoving Derek. When Julius saw my father grab his dad by the collar, he actually stepped in to help, pushing my father to the ground. Seeing this, I couldn’t care about anything else. I rushed forward and slapped Julius hard across the face. “How dare you hit my dad! You bastard!” When Monica saw me hit Julius, she came at me, clawing and scratching. Julia naturally couldn’t stand by and watch. Forgetting all about maintaining her composure, she rushed forward and got into a tussle with Monica. The scene descended into complete chaos. What made it even worse was that relatives from both sides initially tried to break up the fight, but somehow it escalated into an all-out brawl. The room filled with curses and sounds of fighting. That bastard Julius even managed to kick me twice in the confusion. Just as the situation was about to spiral completely out of control, the restaurant manager burst into the private dining room with security guards. “Stop fighting! If you don’t stop, I’m calling the police!” Under the forceful intervention of the security guards, both sides finally stopped. We didn’t have many relatives here today, but Julius’s side had at least ten people. We took quite a beating—even Julia had scratches on her face. Julius spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the floor, pushed back his sweat-soaked hair, revealing several scratch marks I’d left on his forehead. “Freya, I don’t think we should let it get this bad. We’ve been together for four years—how can we just turn on each other like this? Look, we don’t have to call off the wedding. I’ve thought of a solution. I still have over $200,000 with you—consider it my wedding gift to you. Have your parents use the money they set aside for renovations and appliances as a down payment for the house, and I’ll pay them back later. Let’s just pretend today never happened.” Never happened? He kicked me twice during the fight, both sides nearly fought to the death, and now right after the brawl, he wants to tell me it “never happened”? He was thinking way too simply! I screamed at him, “In your dreams! No way!” Seeing me curse at him, he dropped all pretense and yelled back, “Fine! Freya, you’re really something. We’re not getting married then! Transfer that $200,000 back to me right now, or this isn’t over!” Clutching my aching stomach, I shouted, “I’m sending you all the receipts right now. Open your eyes wide and look carefully—not only do you have nothing left, you actually owe me $100,000! If you don’t pay me back, this isn’t over! If you want to settle accounts, let’s do it now. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask me right away. Let’s get this straight once and for all so you won’t come back to disgust me later!” With that, I sent over all the receipts and bank transfer records I had on hand. Just as Julius was about to check his phone, Monica suddenly knocked it out of his hands with a violent swipe.

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After confirming my pregnancy, I, Ellie Welch, unexpectedly heard my husband Jaiden Gilbert’s inner thoughts. “This idiot is still celebrating her pregnancy, but we’ve already switched her IVF embryo. She’s nothing more than a surrogate for us. If Layla wasn’t afraid of the physical toll of childbirth, I would’ve dumped this woman ages ago. I feel sick just looking at her. Once she gives birth, I’ll make sure she dies on the operating table, then immediately marry Layla.” My entire body went rigid as I clutched the IVF test results, my gaze shifting to Jaiden. He was looking at me tenderly, saying, “Let’s go home, Ellie. I’ll take good care of you and the baby over the next few months.” At the same time, his inner voice came through again: “I’m going to lock this idiot in a dog cage and see where she can run!” I was shocked and heartbroken. Because the Layla that Jaiden mentioned was actually my own sister, Layla Welch. I stared at Jaiden in disbelief: “What did you just say?” Jaiden looked confused, gently stroking my head: “I didn’t say anything.” But his inner voice rang out again: “What’s she getting at? Looking for trouble? If she wasn’t pregnant right now, I’d beat the hell out of her. The baby in her belly is mine and Layla’s precious child—that’s her only value.” I could clearly see that Jaiden’s mouth hadn’t moved at all. Which meant I really could hear his thoughts! I swallowed hard, suppressing my shock as that familiar name echoed repeatedly in my mind—Layla, my sister’s name! I turned to look at Layla, who was busy in the kitchen with my mother Grace Welch. She wore a low-cut bodycon dress, smiling brightly as she prepared a celebratory dinner for my pregnancy. Seeing me look over, she immediately came over: “You’re the family treasure now. Whatever you need, just say the word. I’ll love the baby in your belly like my own child.” Her hand gently caressed my belly, but I felt waves of coldness. I stared at her blankly, feeling no warmth in my heart. That’s when I noticed Layla subtly brushing Jaiden’s leg with her calf as she walked away—seemingly casual, but incredibly intimate. My stomach churned, and I nearly vomited right there. This Layla, who had grown up with me, who claimed to love me and want my happiness. When Jaiden gave me the cold shoulder, she urged me to endure it, saying it was for my own good. I used to think she cared about me, but now I understood it was just her way of manipulating me. Bottom line, the two of them just wanted me to obediently give birth, then disappear completely. At the dinner table, they exchanged glances and flirted subtly with each other. I watched Jaiden carefully peel shrimp and pick out fish bones for Layla, never once noticing that I hadn’t touched a bite of food. Because his inner thoughts were not only disgusting but terrifying enough to kill my appetite: “I’ve already bought the dog cage and chains. I’ll tie her up as soon as we get home. Mine and Layla’s child can’t have any problems! I also need to confiscate her phone and cut off all her contact with the outside world—can’t have her causing trouble. Once she gives birth, I’ll kill her directly and keep the child.” Clatter—my fork dropped to the floor, and his inner voice stopped abruptly. Under everyone’s puzzled gazes, I clenched my fists in panic. Jaiden pulled me into his arms with concern, but I broke out in goosebumps all over. He asked, “Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Tell me if you need anything.” But his inner voice was terrifyingly real: “If something happens to Layla’s child, I’ll break your legs right now!” I stood up in terror: “I… I need to use the bathroom…” Just as I got up, my arm was suddenly grabbed with frightening force. I turned to see Grace’s concerned eyes: “Are you feeling unwell somewhere, Ellie?” Grace’s concern flowed into my heart like warm water. My eyes immediately welled up with tears, my voice choked with sobs. I glanced fearfully at Jaiden before throwing myself into Grace’s arms: “Mom, I don’t want to have this baby anymore.” Grace’s body went rigid, her voice becoming tense: “What happened? Tell me clearly.” Layla also nervously grabbed my hand. But Jaiden’s inner voice came through again: “No way! I have to take her home immediately. This cannot go wrong!” Like a madman, he rushed over and gripped my arm tightly: “Dinner ends here tonight. I’ll make your favorite dishes when we get home. Come with me now!”

The stronger his grip became, the deeper my fear grew. I could barely imagine what kind of hell awaited me if I went home with Jaiden like this. Chains, dog cages, and complete social isolation… Could I even still be called “human” then? I struggled desperately to break free, but Jaiden only grew more agitated. He covered my mouth with one hand while the other yanked viciously at my hair. I bit down hard on the flesh between his thumb and forefinger, then screamed at Grace with all my strength: “The baby in my belly isn’t mine and Jaiden’s! It’s Jaiden and Layla’s! They switched the embryos behind my back!” Jaiden’s face went pale instantly, his eyes turning vicious: “Don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s just emotionally unstable from pregnancy, her head’s full of delusions.” He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was already panicking. “Could she have seen that data sheet in my car? If she gets her hands on it, Layla and I are finished!” Cold sweat poured down Jaiden’s face, while Layla’s eyes reddened: “How could you say such things about me? I’m your own sister!” I screamed with every ounce of strength I had: “Then how do you explain why every time you were hospitalized perfectly matched the dates of my embryo transfers!” My emotions were on the verge of collapse, but more than that, I was heartbroken. My dearest sister and my husband of nearly ten years had been carrying on behind my back—it was absolutely disgusting. I inched closer to Grace, my voice trembling: “Mom, no matter what, I absolutely will not give birth to this child.” SLAP! My face was struck to one side. I looked up in a daze, tasting blood in my mouth. Grace said: “No matter how angry you are, you’ll do as you’re told. You must give birth to Layla’s child!” I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound. Then another sharp slap landed across my face. I was knocked to the ground, my vision going black, unable to get up for a long time. Grace continued: “We’re just asking you to have a baby for Layla—is that really worth getting so angry about? How can you be so ungrateful? Don’t you know how much damage pregnancy does to a woman’s body? How could you bear to let Layla go through that herself? What’s wrong with helping her have the baby and then giving it to her! After all these years, you still haven’t figured out your place. If Layla hadn’t gotten sick as a child, why would I have had you?” I clutched my face in agony, my eyes filled with disbelief. It wasn’t until my gaze swept over the table full of food that I smiled bitterly. Right—I was never the one who was loved. The dishes on the table looked nutritious and elaborately prepared, but not a single one was something I liked to eat. They were all made to Layla’s taste. The only reason I came into this world was because Layla was sickly as a child and might need blood or organs from a close relative at any time. So Grace had me. And my existence was solely for Layla’s sake. I stood there disheveled, long-suppressed resentment churning in my heart. Why, when we’re both human beings, could I only live as Layla’s appendage? I glared at Layla angrily: “If you like Jaiden, why didn’t you marry him? Why did you have to steal my happiness?” Layla bit her lip lightly, her face full of conflict and pain: “I’m too stupid—I don’t know how to take care of a man. I was afraid Jaiden would suffer if he was with me. Besides, I never thought about having children back then. How could I irresponsibly marry someone?” She looked up at Jaiden, her gaze gentle and shy. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and nausea surged up. So even when heartbreak numbs you, you can still feel sick. At that moment, I realized from Jaiden’s thoughts that I couldn’t waste any more time—I had to escape immediately. Once these beast-like family members caught me, my future would be nothing but darkness. I forced myself to stay calm and said: “I want to go outside to cool down. I’ll be back in a bit.” I turned to leave, but Jaiden clearly had no intention of letting me go. He wrapped his arm around my waist, his large hand clamping down on my arm like a vise: “I’ll come with you. There must be some misunderstanding between us—we can talk it through slowly.” Jaiden’s thoughts echoed in my ears again: “I need to get Ellie to the car first, knock her out with the stun gun, then take her home and teach her a lesson slowly. The embryo switch absolutely cannot be exposed! If people find out, Layla’s and my reputations will be ruined!”

I stubbornly stood my ground, refusing to get in the car with Jaiden no matter what. Seeing us arguing outside, Grace and Layla immediately rushed out to intervene. “I should never have given birth to you! You don’t know the meaning of gratitude!” Grace’s recent gentleness had completely vanished, replaced only by bone-chilling fury. “Just have Layla’s baby first, then you can have your own child afterward. It’s not like it’ll kill you.” Layla’s eyes also reddened as she sobbed, “If you want to blame someone, blame me. This has nothing to do with Jaiden!” Jaiden maintained his outward composure: “Don’t worry about it. We’ll go back and talk things through properly. Everything can be resolved. I believe Ellie is still willing to make this sacrifice for Layla.” But inwardly, he was cursing me: “Damn bitch, once we get back, I’m going to break your legs!” Grace and Layla stood at a distance, watching me struggle in agony, yet remained completely unmoved. Jaiden reached for the car door, preparing to retrieve a stun gun from inside. I fought back desperately, landing an elbow strike to his face and seizing the chance to pull out the small knife I’d hidden in my pocket. “Take one more step and I’ll take us all down together!” I threatened. My voice trembled with fear. During the time Jaiden had been restraining me, I’d been desperately calling for help. I’d thought no one would help me in this unfamiliar city, but unexpectedly, within just a few minutes, neighbors began poking their heads out from all around. Hope rekindled in my eyes as I rushed toward the crowd: “Help me! I’ve been kidnapped by my own family! Please, I’m begging you to save me! My husband conspired with my sister to switch my IVF embryos. They want to use my body as a surrogate. Please help me!” People emerged one by one, and some brave souls even stepped directly in front of me: “How can there be such monsters? We’ll help you!” I broke down crying, thinking I’d finally found someone to rely on. Looking at the three people approaching me, I felt no fear in my heart. With so many witnesses present, surely they couldn’t force me back. Jaiden approached unhurriedly, looking down at me with a cruel smile: “Darling, your mental illness is getting worse and worse. When did you get pregnant? How come we never knew about it?” My mind went blank with a buzzing sound, and I froze completely in place. He chuckled softly as he turned to address the crowd behind me: “She’s been like this for several years now. The treatment hasn’t been going well lately. Please forgive the disturbance.” I explained weakly and desperately: “That’s not true! I really am pregnant! I have proof! And I don’t have any mental illness.” Jaiden put on a pitying expression: “I’m so sorry that a mentally ill person has wasted everyone’s time. I’ll take her home right away.” The crowd looked at me again, their eyes no longer holding the same concern as before. “Oh, so she’s mentally ill. We’d better keep our distance.” “That poor man. His wife has mental problems and he’s still committed to getting her treatment. What a good person.” I watched helplessly as Jaiden grabbed me again, forcibly dragging me toward the car. His thoughts surfaced without any attempt at concealment: “Your pregnancy certificate is back in the house. If you run back to get it, I’ll lock you inside forever and you’ll never get out. If you can’t produce evidence, you’ll have no chance of escaping today!” I struggled desperately, still crying out for help, but no one was willing to pay attention to me anymore. I was like a dying fish, struggling on the shore but unable to see even a glimmer of hope for survival. Jaiden finally lost his patience and suddenly grabbed my throat with his large hand, preventing me from making any sound. “Don’t even think about escaping!” He stared at me fiercely, his fingers gradually tightening, making it impossible for me to breathe. I glared at him and managed a mocking smile despite my weakness: “I’m not the one who should be running. You are.” I weakly raised my hand, pointing behind Jaiden. Jaiden spun around abruptly, and after seeing what was behind him, his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

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In my previous life, my sister Sofia Kennedy and I got married at the same time. I married Navy Colonel Harvey Mackenzie, while she married ranch owner Jackson Martin. However, both men loved the same woman—Ruby Clark. Sofia and I shared the same blood type as Ruby. After Ruby’s car accident, we donated blood to save her. When Ruby woke up, she could somehow hear Sofia’s and my thoughts. When Harvey and I had a fight and I wanted him to apologize, Ruby told Harvey that I would never forgive him, even if it killed me. When Sofia wanted a bicycle for their wedding anniversary Christmas, Ruby told Jackson that Sofia actually wanted a $200,000 Santana car. Harvey found my personality too stubborn and divorced me. Jackson also thought Sofia was too extravagant and divorced her. Sofia and I were both abandoned, spending the rest of our lives in loneliness. When I opened my eyes again, Sofia and I had been reborn with our memories intact. This time, Harvey and Jackson could also hear our thoughts. “Just give Ruby the blood transfusion. We don’t need it.” A weak voice reached me, pulling me back to reality. I thought to myself: “Shouldn’t Sofia and I be waiting to die in that tin shack? Why am I here?” Looking at the three pale figures lying on the emergency beds and Sofia crying beside me, I realized I had been reborn. I had returned to the moment when all three of them were rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. At that moment, Ruby frowned and looked at Harvey and Jackson with tears in her eyes. She said, “Harvey, Jackson, how could I possibly let your wives donate blood for me? I’m already useless—just let me die like this.” Ruby cried heartbrokenly, her words broken and intermittent, as if she might stop breathing at any moment. Harvey scolded, “What are you saying? We grew up together. We won’t just watch something happen to you.” After comforting Ruby, Harvey and Jackson looked at Sofia and me with troubled expressions. Watching this scene play out exactly like in my previous life, I smiled. Of course we would donate blood. Not only would we give blood to Ruby, but also to these two men lying there. In my previous life, this blood donation had caused Sofia’s and my miserable lives. This time, I would seize the opportunity. With this thought, I stepped forward and gripped Harvey’s hand tightly, saying, “Harvey, don’t worry. We’ll definitely save Ruby. But Sofia and I won’t just stand by while you and Jackson are hurt. So go into the emergency room without worry—we’re going to donate blood right now. “As long as we’re here, nothing will happen to you.” Seeing my determined expression, Harvey was deeply moved. Ruby, despite being so weak, had a flash of resentment in her eyes. Watching the three of them being wheeled into the emergency room, I pulled Sofia, who was still crying and at a loss, toward the blood donation area. In my previous life, under our respective husbands’ insistence, we had only donated blood to Ruby. Fortunately, both men were ultimately saved. However, what was unexpected was that after this emergency treatment, Sofia’s and my previously harmonious families gradually fell apart for unknown reasons. Harvey and I used to have occasional minor conflicts, but we could resolve them quickly. But somehow, whenever we had small disagreements, even though I clearly wanted to apologize to Harvey, he would think I was being unreasonable. At the time, I didn’t understand why and thought Harvey had fallen for another woman. So we gradually grew apart, and I eventually divorced him under the reputation of being “unreasonable.” Sofia and Jackson’s situation was even worse. Jackson was already wealthy to begin with. The two of them had been living quite well. But gradually, Sofia became someone who only knew how to enjoy herself and didn’t care about him at all in Jackson’s mind. Just like that, both Sofia and I were despised. Our lives became increasingly miserable. Before we died, Ruby came to our dilapidated tin shack, pinching her nose and mocking us. Only then did I learn that after that emergency treatment, not only did her body contain Sofia’s and my blood, but she could also hear our thoughts. So she used this ability to constantly slander us, causing Sofia’s and my tragic ending. In my previous life, Harvey had once accused me in disappointment: “Violet, when did you become so unrecognizable?” Violet Kennedy is my name. Thinking of that scene, I couldn’t help but clench my fists, not caring even as my nails dug into my palms. Wasn’t Ruby using our thoughts to drive wedges between us? This time, I would not only let Ruby hear them, but also let Harvey and Jackson hear them, and then show them what kind of person this woman who grew up with them really was—sweet words on the surface, but rotten inside.

After emergency treatment, the three of them were quickly wheeled back to their hospital room. Seeing they were about to wake up, I hurriedly gathered my thoughts and stopped dwelling on my past life. As for Sofia, she was naturally pure and kind-hearted. I didn’t need to give her any special instructions. As long as Ruby wasn’t there stirring up trouble, I believed that even if Sofia’s thoughts were heard, it wouldn’t matter—it might even help strengthen her marriage with Jackson. However, the idea that blood transfusions could enable mind-reading was just my speculation. I’d have to wait for Harvey to wake up to confirm the details. Watching Harvey’s eyelids flutter, I immediately composed myself, buried my head against his arm, and silently thought: “As long as Harvey wakes up healthy, I’m willing to do anything.” Then I felt a hand gently stroking my hair. I looked up tearfully, gazing at Harvey with joy, thinking: “Thank goodness! Harvey really woke up. If something happened to him, I couldn’t go on living either.” While thinking this, I carefully observed Harvey’s expression. Sure enough, I saw confusion written all over his face, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to begin. So I asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll get the doctor right away.” Just as I was checking Harvey’s wounds, Sofia suddenly cried out. Jackson and Ruby had woken up too. I thought to myself: “Ruby is so beautiful, but now her face is ruined from the car accident. What a shame. I won’t tell her about this yet—I’ll wait until she’s recovered.” Sure enough, Ruby immediately panicked and covered her face with her hands. Then, as if she’d discovered something, she kept staring at me with a probing look in her eyes. I pretended not to notice and continued thinking: “Why is Ruby looking at me like that? Is she feeling unwell somewhere? She and Harvey grew up together, so I must take care of her like a sister and help her recover quickly.” Then, without looking at the three people in the room again, I pulled Sofia along and quickly walked out. Once outside the room, we didn’t head to the doctor’s office as they expected. I covered Sofia’s mouth and quietly stayed by the door, peering through the crack. Sure enough, I soon heard Ruby’s choked voice: “Harvey, Jackson, I thought I’d never see you again. Thank you for saving me.” Then Harvey’s cheerful voice came through: “Don’t mention it. If you want to thank anyone, thank our wives. They donated blood to all three of us despite their own health, which is why we could all survive together.” Upon hearing this, Ruby, who had been quietly sobbing, suddenly paused. Then she looked extremely conflicted, as if she didn’t know how to speak up. Finally, Ruby bit her lip and said, “After waking up this time, I think I can hear what they’re thinking.” Hearing her words, Jackson looked delighted and was about to respond, but Harvey stopped him with a look, making him clamp his mouth shut. Then Harvey frowned disapprovingly and said, “How could such a thing be possible? We can’t talk about superstitious nonsense like this.” Hearing this, Ruby pouted with grievance. Then, as if remembering something, a flash of cunning crossed her eyes. She said, “I’m really not making this up. Violet was just cursing me in her mind, saying I’m disfigured from the car accident and now I’m hideous.” After saying this, without waiting for the two men to respond, Ruby covered her face and began sobbing as if she’d been deeply wronged. So she didn’t notice the probing looks in Harvey and Jackson’s eyes after she finished speaking. At this moment, I looked down at Sofia, whose mouth I was covering and whose eyes were wide with shock. I sighed and couldn’t help telling her, “It’s not just Ruby who can hear our thoughts now—Harvey and Jackson can too. So…” Hearing my words, Sofia wasn’t panicked at all. Instead, she looked at me excitedly. She said, “Violet, do you mean that from now on, I won’t even need to open my mouth when talking to Jackson?” Hearing her response, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. In the end, I could only remind her not to reveal that we knew about this ability. As for everything else, I’d let the couples figure it out themselves.

All three of us were in good health and were quickly discharged from the hospital. Jackson needed to return to manage his farm operations. As the wife of a Navy Captain, I had previously accompanied Harvey during his long deployment on the island. After discharge, I returned to the military family housing area. While tidying up the house, I thought to myself: “Thanksgiving is coming up, and Harvey has safely recovered and come home. This would be perfect timing to invite his soldiers over to celebrate together. These young men are so far from home, and while everyone else is celebrating the holidays, they’re still here protecting everyone’s safety. I should prepare a warm holiday gathering for them.” With this thought, I turned to look at Harvey, who was sitting on the couch. Before I could speak, I saw Harvey looking at me with a moved expression. I said, “Harvey, how about we invite the soldiers over for Thanksgiving dinner?” Hearing my words, Harvey looked down with a smile and said, “Whatever you decide is fine.” Though he didn’t say much, I could tell he really approved of the idea. And so, it was settled. What I didn’t expect was that on Thanksgiving Day, not only did his soldiers come, but Ruby tagged along as well. Watching me bustling around in the kitchen, she offered to help with her words but kept her distance physically. Ruby looked toward the living room where the soldiers were eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing boisterously, her eyes showing clear impatience. Soon, everyone had eaten their fill, and the house was left in complete disarray. Harvey was seeing the guests off while I began cleaning up the mess. Ruby, however, sat leisurely without any intention of helping. When she saw Harvey return after seeing off the guests, she coquettishly approached and linked her arm through his: “Harvey, I…” Before she could finish, Harvey pulled his arm free from her grasp and frowned at her, saying, “Violet has been busy all day. Why didn’t you go help her?” After saying this, he ignored her and came over to help me clean up. Ruby still clung to his arm, saying, “You can’t blame me for this, Harvey. I wanted to help earlier, but Violet wouldn’t let me.” Seeing her like this, I thought to myself: “I never said you couldn’t help. You were the one who pinched your nose and stayed far away before I could even say anything. What could I do about it? But it doesn’t matter—as long as those soldiers enjoyed themselves today, it’s worth it even if I’m a bit tired.” Hearing my thoughts, Harvey’s expression changed. Finally, as if he’d reached his limit, he said, “If there’s nothing else, you should head home early. I still need to help Violet clean up.” At these words, a flash of malice crossed Ruby’s eyes. She said, “Harvey, are you angry with me just because I didn’t help Violet? But Violet was just thinking to herself that if it weren’t for these damn soldiers, she wouldn’t have had to work so hard for so long. She was even complaining in her heart about you bringing them home.” Ruby said these words in a wheedling tone while tugging at Harvey’s sleeve. Hearing her words, I pinched my thigh hard. Instantly, my eyes turned red and tears fell as I looked at Harvey without saying a word. I couldn’t help thinking: “Why would Ruby falsely accuse me like this? That’s not what I was thinking at all. Harvey hasn’t said anything yet—he must be more inclined to believe Ruby. After all, they grew up together.” With these thoughts, I lowered my head and fell completely silent. In my previous life, after Ruby said such things, Harvey looked at me with eyes full of disappointment. Though I wanted to explain, I was too angry at his lack of trust in me, so I said nothing. This time, I again said nothing. But Harvey’s expression was extremely dark. Seeing Harvey’s reaction, Ruby became even more smug, thinking Harvey had believed her words. She smiled and said, “Harvey, don’t be too angry. It’s normal for women to have some temper. Besides, Violet is our lifesaver. But if it were me, I definitely wouldn’t act this way. These soldiers work so hard—as long as they’re happy, it’s worth it even if I’m tired and work a little harder.” Hearing these words that were almost identical to my earlier thoughts, I couldn’t help but blink, while Harvey actually scoffed. The way he looked at Ruby no longer held the gentle affection one shows a sister, but was instead filled with disgust. Harvey said coldly, “Ruby, have you ever considered that you might not be the only one who can hear what Violet is thinking? Perhaps I can hear it too? Have you thought about the consequences of randomly fabricating lies about Violet?” Hearing his words, I looked up at them both with feigned surprise. Ruby’s face had turned pale, and she stared at Harvey in disbelief.

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The night before Grandma Evelyn McLean’s surgery, my adoptive father Archie McLean and I spent the entire evening in his study researching medical procedures. In my previous life, when Evelyn had her heart attack, Archie’s biological daughter Bonnie McLean wanted to replace me as the attending physician and perform Evelyn’s heart transplant surgery herself. Considering that Bonnie had only attended three years of nursing school, I refused her request. But Bonnie saw this as me humiliating her. To prove herself, she impersonated me and performed the surgery on Evelyn directly. The next day, Evelyn died from organ rejection and vascular rupture. Afterward, Bonnie threw herself into Archie’s arms, crying: “Dad, I never thought Isabella would violate hospital regulations and perform surgery on Grandma overnight just because she was afraid I’d steal her position as attending physician.” Isabella McLean is my name. Before I could explain, my adoptive mother Millie McLean accused me: “Isabella, you’re nothing but a murderer. Just because Evelyn supported Bonnie performing her surgery, you deliberately killed Evelyn during the operation.” Archie was furious and pushed me off the 36th floor. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Bonnie wanted to perform Evelyn’s surgery. Bonnie smiled and said: “Isabella, since Grandma’s surgery is so important, why don’t you let me handle this operation? Your medical skills aren’t that good usually. If something happens to Grandma on the operating table, can you take responsibility?” She linked arms with Evelyn, her eyes full of smugness as she looked at me. Hearing that familiar voice, I realized I had been reborn and returned to the day before Evelyn’s surgery. Remembering the sensation of falling from that height in my previous life, I couldn’t help but shudder. I said directly: “No, absolutely not.” Before I could finish speaking, a cup smashed into my head. Millie said disdainfully: “Do you have the right to speak? Bonnie is the real daughter of the McLean family. She’s devoted to Evelyn and wants to perform her surgery—what’s wrong with that? Don’t think that just because you’re taking Bonnie’s place, you’re actually a McLean daughter.” She sat elegantly on the sofa, not even bothering to look at me. Evelyn beside her was even more furious: “Bonnie became a good doctor without the McLean family’s support from childhood, which is much better than you. Now, my own granddaughter wants to perform my surgery—how dare an outsider like you speak up?” Bonnie looked particularly aggrieved: “Isabella, you only became an attending physician at the hospital because of the McLean family’s reputation—you have no real skills. Now that Grandma is so seriously ill, I’ve already found a new surgical plan for her. Isabella, don’t let your momentary anger delay Grandma’s surgery.” I looked angrily at the three people before me. I had originally wanted to stop Bonnie from performing the surgery, but now I could see they would never believe my words. At this thought, I clenched my fists.

In my previous life, when Bonnie was first brought back home and learned that Evelyn needed surgery, she volunteered to take my place as the surgeon. I secretly investigated and discovered that Bonnie had only studied at nursing school for three years and nearly didn’t graduate due to skipping classes and getting into fights. For the sake of the McLean family’s reputation, I directly refused her request. As a result, Bonnie thought I was greedy for the McLean family’s wealth and wouldn’t let her perform the surgery. After a huge fight with me, she went to the hospital with Evelyn. I assumed they would follow the doctor’s orders, so I didn’t tell Archie about this. The next day, I arrived at the hospital on time. When I reached the operating room door, Archie angrily slapped me across the face. He roared, “You bastard! Now that your grandmother is dead, are you satisfied?” Before I could understand what was happening, Bonnie threw herself into his arms. She cried, “Dad, I never thought Isabella would be so afraid of me taking her position as the attending physician that she’d violate hospital regulations and operate on Grandma overnight. After the surgery failed, she didn’t tell us, so Grandma died without even seeing you one last time.” I couldn’t believe that Evelyn had just died like that. Since childhood, Evelyn had disliked me for being a girl and often punished me. After Bonnie was brought back, Evelyn hated me even more. If it weren’t for the fact that Evelyn had suffered so much in her youth, raising Archie all by herself, plus the high difficulty of this surgery, I wouldn’t have taken on this operation. But I never expected that Evelyn would die before the surgery even began. Yet I had slept through the entire night and had no time to perform any surgery. Before I could explain, Millie started accusing me. She said angrily, “Isabella, I never thought that just because your grandmother was usually strict with you, you would cruelly murder her. You’re inhuman! How can you face the kindness our family showed in raising you?” Hearing these words, Archie’s eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed my throat tightly. I was being strangled to the point of suffocation when Archie finally pushed me off the 36th floor. Only after my death did I learn that Bonnie, fearing I would succeed in the surgery, had convinced Evelyn and Millie to have the operation done early. When problems arose during the surgery, Bonnie pinned everything on me. Archie couldn’t accept Evelyn’s death and deeply resented me as the “culprit.” Right after he killed me, the police arrived. Archie was arrested and sentenced to death, so all of the McLean family’s assets were inherited by Bonnie and Millie. The reason Bonnie was so eager to perform Evelyn’s surgery was that she wasn’t actually the McLean family’s biological daughter. Fearing discovery, she orchestrated this accident to eliminate two people at once. There wasn’t a single good person in the McLean family. In this life, I’m going to make them all pay the price.

With this thought in mind, I took a deep breath. Drawing on my professional ethics as a doctor, I made one final attempt to persuade Evelyn: “Bonnie has absolutely no experience whatsoever. She’s just deceiving you. Given your current physical condition, after this surgery, you could still live for three more Christmases.” However, after hearing my words, Evelyn let out a cold snort. She said, “With your medical skills, how dare you perform surgery on me? Just you wait and see.” Immediately after, the three of them left for the hospital. It was getting late. They were afraid that if Archie came back and found out about this, he wouldn’t agree to changing doctors, so they wanted to perform the surgery overnight. Watching their departing figures, I fell into deep thought. Since Bonnie was going to impersonate me to perform this surgery, I would stay at Archie’s place all night. When the time came, I wanted to see how Bonnie would explain herself. I turned around and went upstairs, taking the files to Archie’s study. Archie and Evelyn had a very deep relationship. Since Evelyn was scheduled for surgery tomorrow, there was no way he could sleep tonight. When he saw me, Archie’s expression was extremely somber. He said, “Why aren’t you sleeping at this hour? Your grandmother is having surgery tomorrow. What if something goes wrong during the operation?” I was startled and showed him the report in my hands with a grieved expression. I said, “Dad, the hospital just sent me Grandma’s latest test results. I wanted to show them to you.” Upon hearing my words, Archie’s expression softened somewhat. I continued, “Dad, the test results show that Grandma’s physical condition is particularly good right now. A week after the surgery, she’ll be able to come home. Then our whole family can spend quality time with Grandma, and she’ll definitely be very happy.” Archie was overjoyed, gripping my shoulders tightly and crying tears of happiness. He said, “That’s wonderful! Your grandmother has had such a difficult time before. If you can really cure her heart disease, you’ll be the greatest hero of our family.” With that, he pulled me into his study. He said excitedly, “Tell me in detail, are there any other changes in her condition?” A hint of a smile flickered in my eyes. The happier Archie was now, the more furious he would be tomorrow when he learned the truth. After all, nothing makes people angrier than seeing hope only to discover it’s been destroyed by someone else. However Bonnie had harmed me in my previous life, that’s exactly how I would get my revenge on her in this life. Archie pulled me aside and talked for a long time. Looking at the data in the report, he wanted every single detail explained thoroughly. Then, Archie took my hand and told me solemnly, “Isabella, you’re a good child. As long as you can cure your grandmother’s illness, I absolutely won’t shortchange you. From now on, in this house, you and Bonnie will be treated equally. In the future, I’ll give you half of the company’s shares.” I shyly shook my head. I said, “Dad, as long as I can save Grandma’s life, I’ll be very happy. After all, Bonnie just came back and isn’t very familiar with this family yet. Please don’t treat me too well—Bonnie is your real child.” Archie thought for a moment and stopped talking about what he’d just said. I continued, “Dad, it’s about time. Let’s go to the hospital now, so I can prepare a bit more.” Archie nodded repeatedly and had the driver take us to the hospital. I had just finished changing clothes and was walking to the hospital room door when a woman rushed over. She roared, “You bitch! How dare you harm Grandma to death!” The hospital was crowded with patients. Upon hearing those words, they all gathered around us. Watching the growing crowd, a flash of smugness crossed Bonnie’s eyes. She pointed at me, crying pitifully. Bonnie said, “Isabella, I never imagined you could be so vicious. Just because Mom and Dad discovered you weren’t their biological daughter and brought me back, you actually killed the grandmother who raised you from childhood. “Grandma trusted you so much, yet you were so afraid I’d find a better surgical plan that you secretly performed surgery on her ahead of schedule, killing her in the process.” Her voice grew hoarse from crying, drawing sympathy from many onlookers. Numerous people began pointing fingers at me. One woman said, “She looks like a department head, but she actually killed her own grandmother.” A man said, “Family feuds among the wealthy aren’t that simple. This whole thing might not even be true.” Just then, Archie, who had just finished handling matters in the car, slowly walked over. He asked, “What’s going on here?” Seeing Archie, Bonnie immediately threw herself into his arms. She cried, “Dad, I never thought Isabella would violate hospital regulations and perform surgery on Grandma overnight just because she was afraid I’d steal her position as attending physician. “After the surgery failed, she didn’t tell us, so Grandma died without ever seeing you one last time. “Before she died, Grandma cried saying she wanted to see you and worried that you wouldn’t take care of yourself after she was gone. Isabella is truly despicable.” Archie’s body trembled continuously, his face pale. He said, “That’s impossible. Your grandmother was fine yesterday. How could something have happened to her? “Bonnie, stop talking nonsense here. What if your grandmother really does have an accident because of what you’re saying?” Just then, Millie pushed a surgical gurney out. She said, “Archie, come quickly and see. Evelyn died so tragically. “Bonnie already told me everything. She had found a better surgical plan, but Isabella was so malicious that upon learning this, she performed surgery on Evelyn ahead of schedule. “If Isabella hadn’t been afraid that Bonnie could save Evelyn and leave her with no place in the family, how could Evelyn have died on the operating table? She died from massive hemorrhaging.” With that, Millie pulled back the white sheet covering the hospital bed. A pale, rigid face appeared before everyone. Archie’s eyes reddened. He rushed to the bedside, his hands trembling as he carefully continued pulling back the white sheet. He said, “Mom, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Don’t worry. I brought Isabella here. Isabella said you’d definitely survive.” The next second, he froze in place. Evelyn’s chest area was covered in blood, a gruesome sight. Archie clenched his fists. A flash of excitement crossed Bonnie’s eyes. She continued, “Dad, it was Isabella, that bitch, who did this! Right after I told her I’d found a better plan, she cursed me out. “I never thought Isabella would be so afraid of me curing Grandma’s illness that she’d secretly come to the hospital behind everyone’s backs to perform surgery early. “Grandma died from systemic vascular rupture. In a normal surgery, how could she have died so horribly? Isabella did this on purpose.” After speaking, Bonnie looked at me provocatively. She thought I was surely done for. However, the next second, Archie grabbed her by the throat.

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After my father David Hamilton had an affair, he divorced my mother Ava Paterson. I didn’t choose Ava, who wanted nothing in the divorce, but instead chose David, who favored his illegitimate son. This was because after their divorce, I was killed twice by Ava, who was obsessed with romance novels. In my first life, Ava was willing to take nothing just to bring me with her, hoping David would appreciate her gesture. In the end, my heart condition relapsed, and without money for treatment, I died in agony on a hospital bed. In my second life, despite Ava’s objections, I asked David for surgery money in advance. However, to make David pursue her, Ava insisted on forcing me to go bungee jumping right before my surgery. To stop me from jumping, David drove at high speed and ultimately died in a car crash. Ava blamed everything on me and pushed me off a cliff in hatred. She said, “You useless waste! Not only can’t you help me win your father back, but you got him killed too. You should die as well.” In that moment, I finally understood that Ava didn’t love me at all. She only saw me as a tool to win David back. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned for the third time to the day Ava wanted to divorce David. Ava said coldly, “David, since your lover has returned from abroad, I’ll make it easy for you. Let’s get divorced. We’ll go to court tomorrow.” Just like in my previous lives, Ava didn’t give David any chance to explain and directly pulled out a divorce agreement. Because of David’s first love Sienna Miller, Ava had threatened divorce countless times. Every time, David would apologize first. But this time, an exhausted David didn’t compromise anymore. Instead, he picked up the pen and decisively signed his name. He said, “Ava, I’ll grant your wish.” Hearing David’s words, Ava became furious. But she stubbornly said, “I don’t care about the Hamilton family fortune. As long as you give me Hallie, I won’t take any property in the divorce.” Hallie Hamilton is my name. David frowned slightly and looked at me. He said, “Hallie, we’re getting divorced. Do you want to live with me or with your mother?” Suddenly being called upon, I looked at their hopeful gazes and realized I had been reborn. In my first life, during their divorce, Ava brainwashed me to prove she was the person who loved me most in this world. She said, “Hallie, once your father has a stepmother, he won’t love you anymore. If you choose your father, that evil mistress will definitely bully you to death. Only I truly love you. As long as you live with me, your father will definitely come begging for reconciliation.” To make them get back together, I chose Ava without hesitation. However, Ava was deeply influenced by the toxic messages in romance novels. To make David see her as an independent, strong woman, she insisted on taking no property in the divorce. Without money or a job, she brought me into a life filled with hunger. Finally, when my heart condition relapsed and I was lying on a hospital bed, I begged Ava to ask David for surgery money. But she angrily accused me of being spineless. Ava said, “Your father and I are already divorced. We may be poor, but we have dignity. How could I have given birth to such a useless, ungrateful person? Would you sell my self-respect for this little bit of money?” In the end, I died in agony on that hospital bed. Pitifully, I believed everything Ava said was right until my death. So in my second life, I still chose Ava. But I asked David for surgery money and living expenses for us mother and daughter in advance. Ava scolded me, calling me greedy. But she still put the bank card David gave us into her pocket. However, I didn’t expect that the day before my heart transplant surgery, Ava suddenly learned that David was attending a parent-teacher conference for Sienna’s son Elliot Miller. She became extremely jealous and brainwashed me again. Ava said, “Hallie, whether your father and I can reconcile depends entirely on your performance this time.” I chose to believe her once again. But Ava pushed me onto the bungee jumping platform and sent photos to David. She also sent David a message: [David, you know Hallie has a heart condition, right? She’s about to bungee jump because of you. Are you going to do something about it? If you can’t get here within an hour, she’s going to jump.] After receiving the message, David immediately drove over. However, they got into a car accident on the way. In the end, he died in the flames along with Sienna and Elliot. As a result, Ava blamed everything on me. She unfastened my safety harness and mercilessly pushed me into the abyss. Ava roared, “If it weren’t for you, how would your father have died? You useless waste! Not only can’t you help me win your father back, but you got him killed too. You should die as well.” Looking at her twisted expression, I finally understood that she had no maternal feelings for me whatsoever and had been using me from beginning to end. Even if she had, my tragic deaths in these two lives were enough to repay any debt of birth and upbringing. So in this life, I looked at David and firmly took his hand. I said, “Dad, I want to live with you.”

David squeezed my hand reassuringly and said, “Hallie, I promise I’ll give you the best life possible.” Ava couldn’t believe I had suddenly changed my choice. Before the divorce, Ava and I had already agreed—regardless of whether David consented to the divorce or not, as her daughter, I would unconditionally choose to go with Ava. But Ava didn’t know that I had been reborn with memories from my previous life. The father-daughter bond that David and I were displaying made Ava extremely uncomfortable. She pointed at me and yelled, “Hallie, tell me—what spell did your father and that woman cast on you? I gave birth to you! Why would you choose your father? Do you have any idea how much I’ve sacrificed all these years to raise you? I was willing to give up all the assets just to take you away so that woman and her son wouldn’t bully you. How can you be so heartless?” I stared coldly into her eyes, completely unaffected by her words. I had heard this kind of emotional manipulation countless times before. Whenever Ava needed me to lie and trick David into coming home, she would say these things. After lying so many times for so long, David eventually stopped falling for it. At the same time, Ava would force me to hurt myself to get David’s attention. Even now, thinking back to those days when she had me under her psychological control still makes me shudder. Seeing that I wasn’t responding to her, Ava turned her attack on David: “I can guarantee that after our divorce, I won’t remarry—no one will bully Hallie. Can you guarantee the same?” Just as David was about to speak, I quickly rolled up my sleeve and let two tears fall: “Daddy, I just want to live with you. Please don’t abandon me. Every time you’re not home, Mom forces me to cut myself with a knife. If I live with Mom, I’ll die.” Seeing the scar after scar on my arm, David’s eyes immediately turned red. He pulled me into his arms and glared fiercely at Ava. David roared, “Ava, how could you be so vicious—even your own daughter isn’t safe from you! You want a divorce? Then get out of Hamilton Villa right now!” In Ava’s plan, taking me with her during the divorce was step one. The scars on my arm were step two—she planned to use them to make David remarry her for my sake. But now, I had exposed everything. Ava finally panicked: “Hallie, you heartless, ungrateful child! I wasted my time giving birth to you. I’m packing my things and leaving Hamilton Villa right now. You two better not regret this.” With that, Ava rushed upstairs. An hour later, she came down carrying two suitcases toward the door. I grabbed her diamond-studded designer suitcase and said, “Mom, didn’t you say you’d leave without taking any assets? Why are you taking Dad’s million-dollar suitcase?” The suitcase fell to the ground, revealing various expensive bags and jewelry inside. I continued, “Mom, surely you’re not that spineless? You said you wanted a divorce to be an independent, strong woman, but you’re taking all the designer bags and jewelry Dad gave you.” Ava gritted her teeth and let go of both suitcases, looking at me with contempt: “Who wants these worthless things? When that homewrecker brings her bastard son to bully you, don’t come crying to me.” Watching her walk away with such flair, I knew Ava was already fantasizing about the scene where David and I would regret our decision and beg her to come back. But this time, her dream was destined to be shattered.

After Ava left, David carefully applied ointment to my arm. His eyes were red and filled with guilt. “Hallie, this is all my fault. I’ve been so busy with work that I neglected you.” Seeing him like this broke my heart too. In my previous life, I had been brainwashed by Ava into believing David was a cheating, biased man who favored his illegitimate son. It wasn’t until I watched David die on the highway trying to save me that I realized he was the person who loved me most in this world. Just as I was about to comfort David, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression darkening as he hung up immediately. The phone rang again right away. I caught a glimpse and saw it was Sienna calling. I quickly said, “Dad, that’s Ms. Miller calling, isn’t it? She must have something urgent. You should answer it.” David looked surprised at my words. In the past, whenever anything involved Sienna, I would react with the same disgust and anger as Ava. That was because I had always believed Sienna was the homewrecker who caused their divorce. But in reality, among the three of them, Ava was the real homewrecker. Sienna and David had grown up together and were already at the point of discussing marriage. But Ava had harbored a secret crush on David for years and was desperate enough to drug him just to marry him. Considering the business partnership between their families, plus the fact that Ava was pregnant with me, David’s parents forced him to marry Ava. Sienna was heartbroken and went abroad immediately. When Sienna returned recently, David learned that she had been pregnant with Elliot even before they broke up years ago. But even so, their only contact was because of Elliot, and they never crossed any boundaries. However, Ava, influenced by novels, believed Sienna had returned with Elliot to steal David away, so she struck first and orchestrated everything. In the end, I watched helplessly as Sienna and my half-brother died on their way to find me. Only then did I realize they had never intended to take David away from us, and they even lost their lives because of it. So I continued urging David, “Dad, I can tell right from wrong. Please answer the phone.” When the call connected, Sienna’s anxious voice came through. She said, “David, Elliot collapsed from anemia again. He needs your blood now.” Both Elliot and I inherited David’s rare blood type. If it weren’t so difficult to find compatible donors for Elliot, I doubt Sienna would have ever returned to the country. Because I insisted, David brought me along to the hospital. After Elliot was out of danger, Sienna breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing me, she touched my head and promised, “Hallie, thank you for coming with your father. I promise you, I will never interfere with your parents’ relationship.” I said nonchalantly, “Ms. Miller, my dad and mom are already divorced.” Before I could finish speaking, someone suddenly rushed over. Then a vicious slap landed across my face. I looked up to see Ava’s murderous expression. Ava roared, “I was wondering why you suddenly betrayed me. Turns out Sienna bought you off. “You couldn’t wait to tell her about my divorce from your father, could you? Do you want her to be your mother? “You’re just like those ungrateful daughters in novels—completely heartless. You deserve to never receive a mother’s love!” Seeing my swollen cheek, Sienna immediately stepped in front of me protectively. She said, “Ava, have you lost your mind? Your daughter has never betrayed you, and she never asked me to be her mother.” But to Ava, Sienna’s explanation sounded like gloating over her victory. Ava let out a cold laugh and retorted, “I’ve seen plenty of women like you in novels—acting all pure and innocent on the surface while scheming underneath. You came back to the country with your illegitimate child just to steal David from me, didn’t you? You think this ungrateful father-daughter duo is sucking up to you now? Mark my words—within three months, they’ll be begging me to forgive them and come back.” With that, Ava turned and walked away with a flourish. Sienna ignored her words. She crouched down and carefully examined the wound on my face. Sienna said, “Hallie, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Does it hurt? Let me take you to see a doctor, okay?” I shook my head dismissively. This slap was nothing compared to the pain I’d endured in my previous two lives. However, Ava’s revenge obviously wouldn’t stop at just one slap. Soon enough, she mimicked the independent, strong female protagonists from novels and adopted a little girl about my age from an orphanage. She named this girl Ella Paterson and managed to get Ella placed in my class. Under Ava’s direction, Ella frequently bullied me in class. Knowing that Ava no longer wanted me, other classmates constantly mocked me with cruel words, trying to humiliate me. Once, my teacher Sofia Kerr called Ava right in front of me. Ava laughed coldly with obvious satisfaction, “Ms. Kerr, Hallie’s father and I are divorced now. I’m no longer her mother. From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don’t call me anymore. By the way, my daughter now is Ella, and she’s so much better than that ungrateful Hallie.” Ava thought these words would hurt me. But I simply snatched Sofia’s phone away. Then I said coldly, “Ms. Paterson, Ella broke the phone watch that Ms. Miller bought me, worth $30,000. Please compensate me immediately.” The title “Ms. Paterson” hit Ava like a sledgehammer, causing her to break down emotionally on the spot. She said, “You really only care about money! That woman just bought you a phone watch, and that’s worth abandoning your own mother? All these years, you’ve eaten my food and lived under my roof, and I haven’t asked you for money. How dare you ask me for money?” In the end, nothing came of this incident. But the next day, I spotted a more expensive children’s phone watch on Ella’s wrist. Even during the school’s parent-child activity, Ava deliberately wore designer clothes and happily showed up with her childhood friend Grayson Bell and Ella, who was also dressed in an expensive princess dress. The three of them looked loving and affectionate, like a real family of three. Seeing me all alone, Ava hugged Ella and mocked me. She said, “Hallie, where’s your father? And where’s your Ms. Miller? Why didn’t they come with you to the parent-child activity? Don’t you know yet? Your father is out having fun with Ms. Miller and your half-brother right now. Let me tell you, even if you regret it now, it’s too late. From the moment you chose to betray me, I stopped wanting you.” Seeing that I remained silent, Ava leaned close to my ear and continued, “By the way, even if your father begs me to remarry him, I won’t want an ungrateful person like you anymore.” Clearly, she was still dreaming about David begging her to remarry him. Just then, David’s voice rang out, “Ava, what are you trying to do to Hallie?” He ran over anxiously from a distance, followed by Sienna and Elliot. As soon as she saw David, Ava deliberately linked arms with Grayson to provoke David, saying, “David, you don’t know yet, do you? Grayson has already proposed to me.” David glanced at their odd pairing and frowned slightly. Thinking David was jealous, Ava smiled smugly, “But if you’re willing to beg me to come back, I would still…” Before she could finish her sentence, I pulled out a marriage certificate from David’s briefcase. I said, “Ms. Paterson, Dad and I both wish you and Mr. Bell well. Because Dad has already gotten a marriage certificate with Ms. Miller.”

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When my best friend Phoebe Jones rushed into the lottery store ahead of me and called out those familiar numbers, I knew she had been reborn with memories from her past life too. In my previous life, as graduation approached, Phoebe and I both applied for the same position at a Fortune 500 company, but there was only one opening. On the day of the interview, I suddenly felt like buying a lottery ticket. However, this made me miss my interview time, and Phoebe successfully got the job. As it turned out, my lottery ticket won fifty million dollars. After graduation, I stayed home without needing to work, living off the interest. After Phoebe joined the company, not only was her salary low, but she was bullied every day. Eventually, she took her anger out on me and pushed me off the rooftop. I died on impact. After my death, my boyfriend Carter Morrison helped her fabricate evidence, claiming that I had jumped because I’d been idle at home too long and had become mentally unstable. The two of them exploited my story to become bloggers with millions of followers and made a fortune. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day I bought the lottery ticket. Phoebe shouted, “I want to buy a lottery ticket!” She rushed ahead of me and ran into the lottery store. When Phoebe breathlessly recited those numbers I had memorized, I knew she had been reborn too. After getting the ticket, Phoebe turned around and looked at me provocatively. She said, “Sorry, Arabella. I bought this lottery ticket.” Arabella Fraser is my name. I said nonchalantly, “I wasn’t planning to buy a lottery ticket anyway.” Hearing my words, Phoebe clearly didn’t believe me. She sneered and put the ticket in her bag. Then she said, “How is that possible? You were the one who because of this lottery ticket…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. I knew what Phoebe wanted to say. In my past life, it was because I bought this lottery ticket that I missed the bus and was late for my interview. Therefore, Phoebe smoothly got the job offer from that Fortune 500 company. But my lottery ticket had won fifty million dollars. Phoebe successfully got the job, while I stayed home every day living off interest without needing to work. But later, nothing went well for her at the company. Her salary was low, and she was bullied. So in her anger, she pushed me off the rooftop. At this moment, Phoebe looked at me smugly and said, “I won’t go to the company interview. Since you love doing hard work so much, I’ll let you have this opportunity.” I nodded. I thought, “In that case, I’ll let you have this fifty-million-dollar stroke of luck too.” Without hesitation, I turned around and took the bus to the company for my interview. That evening, when I returned to the dorm, I saw Carter with his arm around Phoebe’s shoulder. I must have been blind in my past life, only realizing at my death that these two had been scheming together all along. Seeing me return, not only were they not panicked, but their faces were full of provocation. Carter looked at me with disgust and said, “Arabella, the person I truly like is Phoebe. I was only with you because your family has two houses. But now it’s different. Phoebe won fifty million dollars. From now on, we’re both rich. I don’t have to compromise anymore by staying with someone as annoying as you just for money.” I clenched my fists tightly. So that’s how it was. Both Phoebe and Carter came from rural areas. One was my best friend, the other was my boyfriend. Usually, when it came to spending money, I never minded. I only now realized that they had been deliberately spending my money. Since heaven gave me a chance to start over, I would make them pay back everything they gained by using me in my past life, a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Phoebe scoffed and said, “Arabella, I used to give up the person I liked and let you have him because your family was slightly better off than mine. But now, I’ve won fifty million dollars. I don’t need to work for money anymore and have enough wealth to support my lifestyle. What do you have to compete with me? You’re destined to be someone who works hard for a living, but Carter and I are different. We’re about to travel the world. This kind of life is something you’ll never get to enjoy.” After they packed their luggage, they moved out of the dorm. Watching their retreating figures, I sneered. They were so naive. Did they really think such good fortune would fall to them?

I performed exceptionally well in my internship and received a job offer from that Fortune 500 company. This was the best opportunity someone with my qualifications could hope for. The company was far from home, so after discussing it with my parents, I decided to buy a house near the office. At the sales center, sales agent Daisy Walker showed me several properties. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the entrance: “You better show us all your best houses right now.” I turned around and saw Carter strutting in with his arm around Phoebe, looking completely arrogant. When they spotted me, they immediately walked over to mock me. Carter said, “Arabella, what are you pretending to do here? Can you even afford a house? I’ve already looked into it—even if you sold those two houses of yours, you couldn’t cover the down payment on a downtown property.” Hearing his words, Daisy’s previously warm attitude toward me instantly turned cold. I shot back, “If I can’t afford it, then you can?” Phoebe lifted her chin smugly and said, “Of course. I won fifty million dollars in the lottery. I could buy several houses.” Daisy immediately rushed to their side, asking with a smile, “Miss, what can I help you with?” Phoebe raised her chin arrogantly and said, “I think that house looks pretty good.” Daisy got extremely excited and quickly introduced it: “Miss, you have excellent taste. This is the best-located unit in our development with the finest view. It’s definitely affordable for you—only twenty million dollars.” “Twenty million dollars?” Carter and Phoebe were stunned. They never imagined a 300-square-foot downtown apartment could be that ridiculously expensive. Daisy continued, “If you find it a bit pricey, you can choose installment payments.” Hearing this, Phoebe felt embarrassed but stubbornly said, “What installment payments? I already won fifty million dollars. I’m definitely buying it outright.” After hearing her words, Daisy became even more enthusiastic toward her. Daisy smiled and said, “If you like this unit, you can put down a one million dollar deposit first. If the lottery money hasn’t been deposited into your account yet, you can get a loan from the bank first.” Hearing Daisy’s words, Carter and Phoebe hesitated. At that moment, I frowned and said impatiently, “Now I’m starting to doubt whether you actually won fifty million dollars. Are you here just to cause trouble? If you can’t afford it, don’t waste our time—just leave.” Hearing my words, Carter’s eyes turned red with rage. He roared, “Stop talking nonsense! Phoebe definitely won fifty million dollars—she just hasn’t received the money yet.” I waved them off dismissively: “In that case, you should leave first. I’ll take this unit.” Hearing my words, both of them immediately panicked. Phoebe gritted her teeth and quickly said, “I want this unit. I’ll get a bank loan right away and pay the deposit.”

Over the next few days, Phoebe and Carter posted photos of their world travels on Instagram every day. The photos were filled with luxury items. I figured that besides their mortgage, they must have borrowed quite a bit of money. To destroy someone, first drive them crazy. They both sent me tons of photos separately. I blocked them both immediately. I’d been busy studying these past few days. Fortune 500 companies have extremely strict requirements. Even before officially starting work, my team leader had already sent me loads of materials, requiring me to master them as quickly as possible. On graduation party day, class president Phoebe posted in the group chat: “Everyone please arrive at the designated restaurant at 11:30 AM sharp for our graduation party.” After sending that message, she specifically private messaged me: “Arabella, you must come.” I immediately replied: “Okay.” Many people were asking why we had to go to this particular restaurant. It was quite far from school. Only I knew the reason. Because this restaurant was right next to that lottery store. At 11:30 AM, all the teachers and classmates had arrived. Then Phoebe, arm-in-arm with Carter, arrived fashionably late. As soon as they walked in, they drew everyone’s attention. The two of them had completely transformed, exuding luxury from head to toe. Phoebe gave gifts to every classmate in our class. She said with a smile: “Tonight everyone can order whatever they want – I’m covering all expenses.” Our classmates looked at them like they were crazy. Many even suspected the gifts she gave were knockoffs. Phoebe pulled out that lottery ticket from her bag and waved it smugly in front of everyone. She said: “I won fifty million dollars.” Hearing this, everyone present was shocked. One female classmate said: “Fifty million dollars?” A male classmate said: “Did I hear that right? Phoebe’s luck is that good?” Another female classmate said: “Oh my God! I could never earn fifty million dollars in my lifetime.” Not only that, Phoebe had even hung a large banner in the restaurant that read: “Celebrating Phoebe’s $50 Million Lottery Win.” At this point, a teacher asked: “The lottery ticket is in your hands, which means it hasn’t been drawn yet. So where did your money come from?” Phoebe said nonchalantly: “The money will be in my hands soon. I’m just enjoying it in advance.” Someone in the crowd suddenly asked: “Wasn’t Carter dating Arabella? How is he with Phoebe now?” Facing everyone’s confused looks, Carter showed no embarrassment and directly took Phoebe’s hand. He said: “People always pursue a better life, just like water flows downhill. After graduation, Arabella will just be an ordinary person working hard, but Phoebe is different. Besides, the person I truly love was always Phoebe.” His words left many people too stunned to speak. One classmate stood up to defend me: “But Arabella got an offer from a Fortune 500 company – that’s the best job in our class.” Hearing this, Phoebe laughed so hard she was almost in tears. She said: “So what if Arabella got the best job? Can she earn fifty million dollars in her lifetime? In today’s society, what good does finding a great job do? It only proves she’ll be doing hard work in a seemingly glamorous place, but actually living miserably.” Then she looked at me smugly and said: “Arabella, even though you’re not worthy, if you serve me well, maybe I’ll be charitable and throw you some scraps.” The others blushed at Phoebe’s words, but couldn’t bring themselves to argue back. At this point, some of the smarter classmates had already started sucking up to her. One female classmate said, “Phoebe, I always knew you’d make it big. I just never imagined you’d be so lucky as to win fifty million dollars. You can’t forget about us old classmates now.” A male classmate chimed in, “Exactly. You’ve got to help us out and give us some good opportunities too.” Deep down, they all knew that despite how harsh Phoebe’s words sounded, she had a point. Even if everyone present landed great jobs and worked their entire lives, earning fifty million dollars would be nearly impossible. Some even started putting me down to build her up. One male classmate said, “Phoebe’s absolutely right. So what if Arabella got an offer from a Fortune 500 company? She’ll still have to work herself to death. How can she even compare to Phoebe?” I just smiled. The truth was, that company had excellent benefits and compensation across the board. In her previous life, Phoebe had crashed and burned because she tried to seduce her boss right after joining the company. When the whole office found out, that’s why everyone gave her such a hard time. Finally, dinner ended and we reached the main event of the evening. Phoebe touched up her makeup and adjusted her designer outfit before stepping onto the stage. Just then, over a dozen livestreamers suddenly burst in carrying cameras. Phoebe nodded at them. Clearly, she’d planned this all along. Phoebe pulled the lottery ticket from her purse. Then, she smugly addressed the camera: “Dear viewers, I just graduated from college and won a fifty-million-dollar lottery ticket. From now on, I’ll never have to worry about money. I can live off the interest without working and travel the world. But you people will have to slave away at companies working for others. Not only will your salaries be low, but you’ll get bullied at work with no dignity, stuck living like that for the rest of your lives.” At this point, Phoebe deliberately looked in my direction. After hearing her words, viewers in the livestream chat were cursing her out non-stop. But Phoebe couldn’t care less. Instead, she suddenly pointed at me and arrogantly ordered me around. She said, “Arabella, the store where I bought this ticket is right next door. Go get the owner and have him come personally cash my ticket.” I didn’t respond, but Carter stepped forward and impatiently scolded me: “Arabella, are you deaf? What are you standing there for? Phoebe’s doing you a favor by asking you to go. With your current status, you’re not even worthy of serving Phoebe. If she asks you to do something for her, you should be grateful. If you serve Phoebe well, she might even tip you some money.” Some classmates couldn’t stand it anymore and started whispering behind us. One male classmate said, “Phoebe’s character doesn’t match her good fortune. After suddenly getting all this money, she won’t be able to hold onto it.” A female classmate said, “She’s supposed to be Arabella’s good friend, but she stole Arabella’s boyfriend. How can she have the nerve to boss Arabella around?” Seeing that I still wasn’t reacting, Phoebe threatened me viciously. She said, “Arabella, I suggest you wake up. Given the gap between us now, I could cause you serious damage with just a word. It’s that easy.” I just glanced coldly at the time and said, “Let’s wait another five minutes.” Phoebe had no idea what I was thinking. She let out a cold laugh and said, “Fine. Let’s wait another five minutes then. Let me tell you something, Arabella. Even if we wait another 50 minutes, you can’t change the fact that I won fifty million dollars.” I smirked coldly, thinking to myself: “We’ll see about that.” Just as Phoebe finished speaking, a middle-aged woman named Eliza Black came rushing into the restaurant from outside. She pointed at Phoebe on stage and shrieked, “Are you out of your mind? That lottery ticket is mine – I’m the one who won!”

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My college dreams were shattered, leaving me with no choice but to find work. Ashamed, I cut off contact with everyone. My yearbook was locked away in a drawer, gathering dust. Seven years later, I skipped our class reunion. My old best friend, Ava, sent me a message: “The campus king got drunk and said he had a crush on you.” I flipped open my old graduation yearbook, finding his message: “My ambition roams wide, love seeks the vital crossing, and you enter the deep village once more.” I always thought it was just some dramatic teenage poetry. But looking at the first character of each original Chinese line, I finally saw the clumsy acrostic: “I love you.” But by then, he was already an executive director at a public company. **1** The rain poured down, making the road a muddy mess. My heels sank into the mire, hard to pull free. I mentally cursed Mr. Hayes, my plant manager, for the hundredth time. If he hadn’t insisted I dress up, I would’ve just worn my rain boots. It wasn’t far from the plant to the train station, but the rain was too heavy; the driver wouldn’t speed up. Luckily, I left half an hour early, so I didn’t mess up the “big deal” Mr. Hayes kept talking about. The “big deal” was a collaboration negotiation with Liam Stone. He was the Marketing Director of a publicly listed company, and also my high school’s campus heartthrob. When my college dreams were shattered back then, I deliberately cut ties with everyone. Later, even though I joined the class group chat, I always lurked without speaking, and never attended any reunions. Yet, seven years later, I heard from my old best friend, Ava: “Liam got wasted at the last reunion, and he kept saying he’d had a crush on you for ages.” I sent a shocked emoji back to Ava. “No way. Has it been so long that he confused me with someone else?” Liam liked me? Impossible. **2** I’d looked Liam up online before. Sure enough, there were plenty of articles about him—stuff like “Sales Prodigy” and “Business Elite.” Back then, I didn’t feel much about it, just thought it was cool that my old classmate made the news. It wasn’t until his listed company proposed a partnership with our small plant that I felt like we were getting closer. Especially when our fifty-year-old boss, Mr. Hayes, looked absolutely thrilled, full of ambition, talking about how we were going to “take on the world.” He said he could tell just by looking at Liam’s face that the Marketing Director would be “easy to talk to.” I muttered under my breath, “He’ll only be ‘easy to talk to’ if there’s something in it for him.” Mr. Hayes might not have a lot of education, but his hearing was sharp. He launched into a rambling lecture about his people-reading skills. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I finally told him that Liam and I were high school classmates. A boss is a boss, after all. Mr. Hayes immediately decided I should be in charge of hosting Liam. “Chloe, dear, we train our soldiers for a thousand days to use them for one moment. Now’s your time to shine for the plant! Be bold, sweet-talk him, and do a great job. I’ll give you a raise later.” “Alright, Mr. Hayes. He’s my classmate; it’ll be fine.” That’s what I said, but I was freaking out. There was no guarantee Liam would even recognize me. In high school, Liam and I were separated by three desks. I was the kind of girl who looked like she tried really hard but got pretty average grades. I never stood out. Liam was the “academic ace of the back row”—a guy who sat in the very last row but somehow got incredibly good grades. In our brief interactions, he always came across as intimidating, someone who didn’t take no for an answer. **3** When I got to the train station, Liam’s train hadn’t arrived yet. I found a seat in a coffee shop. Mr. Hayes said he’d expense it, so I ordered two coffees. They weren’t for Liam. They were just to make the receipt look like I was treating a client. As I sipped my coffee, I saw Liam walk out, carrying his bag, with a young woman trailing behind him. The woman seemed to be Liam’s assistant, trying to take his bag from him, but he kept refusing. They bickered gently until they were right outside the coffee shop window. I quickly turned my back, but I could still hear their voices. “Director Stone, please, let me accompany you. This is just a small factory; it’s not worth your personal attention.” “Audrey, this is a strategic company matter. I’ll handle it myself. You go back and sort out other things, then keep me updated on the progress.” As their voices faded, I thought they had left. I turned around and found myself face-to-face with that handsome guy. Liam had been voted the school heartthrob in high school. His desk drawer was always overflowing with love letters, and other girls would constantly come looking for him. But they always kept their distance because his good looks came with a hint of rebellious charm. I rarely interacted with him, except when we were putting up the blackboard newspaper; that’s when I’d be close to him. Back then, as I wrote and drew on the blackboard, I always felt like someone was watching me. I’d turn around and my eyes would lock with his. And he would quickly, awkwardly look away. In those moments, he wasn’t so intimidating; he was kind of cute. A light tap on the glass snapped me out of my thoughts. I walked out of the coffee shop, a coffee cup in each hand. He reached out to take a coffee, but I sidestepped him. “Sorry, both of these are mine. I’ve already had a sip. If you want one, I can go buy another.” He shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Don’t tell me you bought these under my name again?” My face flushed hot as he hit the mark. “Liam, let’s just head to your plant.” “Wait a minute, the ride-share hasn’t arrived yet.” He smiled, a puzzled look on his face. He probably hadn’t expected us to use a ride-share service instead of a company car to pick him up. I gave an awkward laugh. “Small plant, limited budget. But we’re absolutely here with full sincerity to discuss this partnership.” **4** Ten minutes later, the ride-share arrived. As we got in, he insisted on holding the umbrella over me. He waited until I was seated before closing the umbrella and getting in himself. His shoulder was a little wet from the rain, but he didn’t seem to mind. Seven years had changed us both. He had become even more considerate. When we arrived at the plant, I found Mr. Hayes had actually rolled out a red carpet and arranged a group of female workers with flowers for a welcoming committee. There was even a huge banner: “WELCOME, DIRECTOR STONE, FOR YOUR GUIDANCE!” Liam probably hadn’t seen such a display before. He looked a bit awkward, especially after being surrounded by the women, completely flustered. For this negotiation, Mr. Hayes had even brought in his niece, Blair, who was an accountant, to help out. The young girl was inexperienced and completely starstruck when she saw Liam. But Liam paid little attention to her. Instead, he asked Mr. Hayes, “My assistant is too busy and couldn’t make it this time. Could the plant temporarily assign me a helper?” I didn’t expose him, even though I’d just seen him dismiss his assistant at the train station. To my surprise, Mr. Hayes turned to me and said, “Then Chloe will do. You two are classmates, so you’re already familiar.” “Chloe, remember you’re part of the plant team! Don’t go turning traitor just because Director Stone is so charming, alright?” Mr. Hayes joked. I, however, didn’t want to be Liam’s assistant and rolled my eyes. “Mr. Hayes, you can’t make me do everything, can you?” But Liam cut me off. He turned to Mr. Hayes. “Thank you, that would be perfect. Having Chloe as my assistant is absolutely ideal.” “Excellent, excellent!” Mr. Hayes beamed proudly. A shiver of unease ran down my spine. In my less-than-pleasant high school years, Liam wasn’t exactly a fond memory. “Hey, aren’t you going to ask for my opinion, the person actually involved here?” I almost shouted my thoughts. “Even though I’m just a wage earner, I have my pride!” “Anyway, I’m not doing it.” But Mr. Hayes changed my mind with just one sentence. “Triple pay during your assistant duties.” “Alright, boss! Who cares about pay? I’m ready to contribute to the plant!” My rapid change of heart seemed to catch Liam off guard. An elite like him wouldn’t understand the struggles of us working stiffs. After Mr. Hayes’ enthusiastic welcome, Liam asked me to take him to the dormitory arranged for him at the plant. We walked beneath the tree-lined paths of the plant campus, moonlight dappling the ground. Liam suddenly stopped, turning to face me. “Are you really that unwilling to interact with me? Did I ever offend you?” I took a step back, putting a bit of distance between us. “Director Stone is making me triple my salary. How could I be unwilling?” “Just for money?” He took a step forward, once again invading my personal space. He reached out, his hand hovering over my head. I tilted my head to dodge, and a single raindrop fell, landing precisely in his palm. It splattered into a tiny spray right before my eyes. Liam suddenly turned, saying to me, “Then, for your triple salary, make sure you do a good job as an assistant.” **5** Behind him, I silently clenched my fist, cheering myself on. I had to earn that triple pay for as many days as possible. Liam seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He added, “Don’t push yourself too hard. If you need anything, just ask, old classmate.” I wasn’t touched. I just thought he was a bit bipolar, and I felt like being his assistant wouldn’t be easy. After seeing him back to his dorm, I went back to the office building to organize files. Part of it was not wanting to lose my job, and part was not wanting to lose face in front of Liam. I worked until past midnight, finally shutting down my computer and stepping out of the office building. The profound silence made me a little scared. But at the building entrance, I ran into a familiar figure: Liam. He told me he couldn’t sleep, so he came out for a walk and bought two coffees. I knew he was lying. His dorm building overlooked the office, and the coffee shop was several hundred feet away from the plant entrance. There was no way he would have just “stumbled” upon it. And the type of coffee was exactly what I’d ordered when I picked him up earlier that day. Liam said with a half-smile, “I bought these myself. I should get one, right?” He was so petty! It was just a coffee I didn’t give him! As we drank our coffees and walked towards the female dorm building, Liam suddenly said, “It feels a bit like high school boarding, with separate dorms for guys and girls. There were always guys walking girls back.” I knew he was being considerate, acknowledging I hadn’t gone to college. High school had a strict no-dating policy, so guys walking girls back openly like that happened more in college. After that, Liam was silent until we were almost at my dorm building. He hesitated before speaking. “Do you still have your high school yearbook?” I nodded, then realized it was dark and he might not see me, so I added, “Yeah, I still have it. Why?” “Do you… do you ever flip through it?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. I found it a little strange, but I answered honestly, “No, not really. After my college dreams were shattered, I packed it up and kept it with me, but I never opened it.” He looked a little disappointed, and his expression was complex as he said, “Could you… go back and open it? Maybe then, you’ll understand some things.” “I want you to know, the feelings I had back then? They’ve lasted all the way until today.” With that, he turned and walked away without looking back. **7** I was puzzled. Back in my dorm, I couldn’t sleep. I searched through my boxes and pulled out that old yearbook. Since I hadn’t opened it, it still looked pretty new. Back then, it felt so modern, but now it seemed a bit outdated.

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