Blurb：
Three years after Vivian Shaw’s younger brother Chase forced scholarship student Isabella Cunningham into a relationship, Isabella’s brother Alexander Cunningham returns for revenge. Emerging from a black Bugatti in an expensive black suit, the coldly handsome Alexander confronts Vivian Shaw—the woman who once forced herself on him during their high school days. As live comments flood Vivian’s vision predicting the downfall of the bully siblings, she realizes Alexander is now the male lead of this story. Flashbacks reveal how Vivian’s past actions with the scholarship student Alexander influenced Chase’s behavior toward Isabella. Now facing the transformed elite Alexander Cunningham, Vivian Shaw braces for the consequences in this intense romance revenge novel filled with wealthy families, dark pasts, and dramatic confrontations.
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The third year of my younger brother’s forced love with the scholarship student.
Her brother finally came back for revenge.
The coldly handsome man had just stepped out of a black luxury car.
The live comments were going crazy.
[Oh my, the male lead! Finally here!]
[These bully siblings are about to get what they deserve.]
[Yeah, I’ve been sick of them for a long time.]
[From now on, it’s totally the leading sibling’s counterattack.]
As I looked at the man in the black suit across from me, my expression was somewhat uneasy.
Because my brother learned this whole forced love thing from me.
Three years ago, just like what my brother did to his crush.
I had once forced myself on the man standing before me.
I never thought Alexander Cunningham would appear again.
And I certainly never imagined he would be Isabella Cunningham’s brother.
Three years ago, my brother fell head over heels for Isabella, at our college’s opening ceremony.
But Isabella wanted nothing to do with my brother.
My brother Chase, arrogant and used to getting his way, refused to take it.
He took advantage of her poor, orphaned status and somehow forced her into a relationship.
Of course, I tried to stop Chase’s tyrannical ways.
But one sentence from him left me speechless,
“Vivian, your thing with that scholarship student back in the day made headlines.”
“You gave him cars, apartments, money… and hired bodyguards to keep him from running away.”
“All our family lectured you, but nothing worked.”
He muttered under his breath,
“I learned it all from you.”
Chase had never shed a tear or begged for mercy, even when Dad beat him as a kid.
But unexpectedly, his eyes reddened for the girl.
“I’d listen to you on anything else,”
“But Vivian, I really love her.”
His short hair was wild and unruly, but the look on his face was definitely serious.
I looked at him and vaguely saw my former self.
Once, I too had desperately sought hopeless love from a man.
Loved until I used every means possible.
But I still couldn’t make him stay.
Seeing the vulnerability on Chase’s face, I turned away.
“Aside from keeping her by your side, you can’t do anything else to hurt her.”
“Otherwise, I’ll freeze all your cards.”
What happened with Alexander back then really had made a big mess.
So much so that no one dared bring him up around me.
Watching him step out of that black Bugatti now, I almost felt like I’d traveled through time.
Alexander wore a solemn black suit, a luxurious steel watch on his wrist.
His assistant slightly bowed while guiding him.
I even felt like he’d grown taller.
Back when I kept him by my side, we had just graduated high school.
He was only 18.
Poor, thin, always in faded old dress shirts.
Perpetually giving me his cold profile.
Wouldn’t even glance my way all day.
“This is Ms Shaw.”
His assistant introduced me.
Alexander’s eyelids flickered. He finally looked at me.
The moment my eyes met his dark ones, countless comments rapidly scrolled across my vision.
[Damn! Finally, this moment arrives.]
[The male lead is back!]
[This time, he’s returned not as that tragic figure, but as true elite royalty.]
[No more humiliation or setbacks from now on — only smooth, decisive counterattacks.]
[These bully siblings are the first casualties of the male lead’s return.]
[Crushing them and rescuing his sister will be easier than squashing ants for the male lead.]
[The siblings have been arrogant and bullied the sister for so many years.]
[I can’t wait to see them beg for mercy.]
[Please, male lead, go all out and take revenge.]
I stared at those comments, stunned for a moment.
…Male lead?
Meaning the Alexander before me?
Well, I wasn’t really surprised about that.
Because Alexander’s qualities truly fit whatever a male lead should have.
Flawless face, brilliant mind, reserved and cold personality.
Even his poor background contributed to presenting his strong mentality.
“Ms Shaw?”
The assistant spoke up again, reminding me.
I snapped back to reality, meeting the impatience and coldness on Alexander’s face.
I steadied my emotions.
Without hesitation, I said,
“Tonight, I’ll have someone return Isabella to you.”
His assistant, perhaps expecting me to cause trouble, must have prepared many terms and conditions for negotiation.
Yet I stated my piece directly.
His words hung in the air.
He looked at me, somewhat lost, then instinctively glanced at Alexander who had remained silent.
Time had left clear marks on Alexander.
The man before me wore a black suit, unreadable.
His every movement of him showed the undeniable power of an elite.
He was no longer the thin youth I had trapped at home.
“And what about the harm that Chase has caused Isabella all these years?”
Alexander finally spoke, his voice low, magnetic.
“Handle it as you see fit.” I responded, “My family won’t protect Chase.”
Then I picked up my bag, ready to leave.
“I’ll have Isabella returned to you tonight.”
But my steps halted at Alexander’s words.
His voice echoed lowly in the empty hall.
“What about you?”
“How should we settle what you did to me back then?”
I never thought Alexander would bring this up.
It had been almost five years since we last met.
Tonight, at our reunion, his eyes held only unfamiliarity and coldness.
I even thought he had forgotten me.
After all, he used to despise me so much.
Five years ago, he fled from my side in disgrace.
Those ages of being kept by me were perhaps the most undignified period of his life.
But he actually brought it up himself.
The glass window reflected the man’s sharp, cold profile behind me.
He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed.
The comments probably didn’t know about my past with Alexander, that deviation from the main plot.
So after Alexander spoke, they flooded with confused question marks.
[Who is she?]
[What did the male lead just say? Did I mishear…]
[Damn, what did this cannon fodder character do to him when he was down?]
[Serious enough to need settling…]
[Cannon fodder should know their place — could she not?]
[Wait… I can’t even remember this girl’s name. How is she connected to the male lead?]
“Handle it as you see fit.”
I slightly turned my head, speaking to Alexander.
Back then, I did take advantage of his situation.
Now he wanted to settle accounts. I deserved it.
Besides, the comments made it so clear.
He was the powerful male lead returning for his revenge.
Meanwhile, I was just a cannon fodder under his heel.
I was too powerless to resist him.
So I stood there, quietly awaiting his revenge.
After I spoke, Alexander frowned uncontrollably.
Then he finally looked directly at me for the first time.
In his dark pupils, I saw my own aloof reflection.
“What do you mean?”
“It means I’ll comply, however you choose to settle it.”
After a pause, I added,
“But please, aside from my brother, don’t involve my other family members.”
“Back then, everyone tried to talk sense into me.”
My expression dimmed momentarily,
“I was the stubborn one who insisted on keeping you.”
Alexander suddenly laughed.
The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes were full of coldness.
“Vivian,” he asked me, “What right do you have to negotiate terms with me?”
Yes, it seemed I truly had no standing to negotiate with Alexander.
I looked at him calmly and turned, ready to leave again.
Yet Alexander called me again from behind.
His voice was cold and sharp, trying to stop me.
But I didn’t stop, pressing the elevator’s down button.
Without pausing, I drove straight to the suburbs after leaving the building.
Chase valued Isabella immensely.
He hid her well, guarded her tightly, terrified she would run away.
He hadn’t even introduced her to close family or friends, hiding her well.
But as his dear sister, I knew all his moves.
That’s how I could so confidently promise Alexander earlier that I would return Isabella tonight.
Chase had been attending a competition in the neighboring city these past two days.
He didn’t bring Isabella with him.
Arriving the cozy villa in the suburbs, I looked at the flowers filling the entire courtyard for a while.
Path lights lined the stone pavement, leading to the front door.
I unlocked the front door.
Isabella, sitting on the living room sofa, turned at the sound.
Her expression was cold, but her eyes held unconcealed surprise and eagerness.
That eagerness vanished the moment she saw my face, replaced by coldness.
She seemed disappointed.
Before I could examined her expression at a shorter distance, she had already turned away.
I entered and closed the door, getting straight to the point,
“Gather your important things. You’re leaving with me.”
Isabella looked at me, puzzled,
“…What do you mean?”
“Your brother is back,” I told her, “He’s here to take you home.”
Isabella had been mistreated by my brother for three years.
Even the comments knew she longed to escape Chase’s control.
But Isabella frowned at my words, not a hint of joy on her face.
Only confusion.
I heard her soft murmur: “So soon…”
I didn’t catch the rest.
When I leaned in to ask, Isabella hugged her knees and turned away.
“All my documents are locked in his safe.”
She adopted a resistant posture, saying,
“I don’t know the code.”
“Don’t worry. I might know the code.”
Hearing that, Isabella didn’t relax. Instead, the last trace of color drained from her face.
“Come,” I said to her, “Let’s go upstairs and try.”
I first entered the date when Chase first met Isabella.
The safe promptly indicated an error.
I glanced back at Isabella keeping silent,
“Your birthday?”
Isabella pursed her lips, frowning.
She reluctantly spoke her birthday one number after another.
Following her, I pressed those numbers one by one.
After six digits, a “click” sounded.
The safe door opened.
Such a simple code.
I looked at Isabella, puzzled,
“Haven’t you ever tried it?”
After all, the safe was so boldly placed in the study.
Isabella just lowered her eyelashes, changing the subject,
“Why the rush?”
“Aren’t you afraid he’ll go crazy when he returns?”
I took all Isabella’s documents from the safe.
“Never mind. Let’s go.”
“Him going crazy is better than him losing his life.”
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