Blurb：
I was on the verge of completing my system mission—carrying CEO Franklin’s child—when everything collapsed. Despite zero favorability from my three targets, the system promised success if I delivered the baby. But at seven months pregnant, Franklin stormed the hospital, backed by my childhood sweetheart Liam and parents, to forcibly extract cord blood for Jessica. As I begged on the operating table, they took my premature baby, triggering system failure: “Mission failed. Elimination imminent.” Yet in my final moments, I witnessed their madness—why did those who despised me suddenly unravel? A tale of betrayal, survival, and system-driven revenge, where Franklin’s cold heart and Jessica’s schemes collide with a mother’s desperate love.
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I was just one step away from completing the mission assigned to me by the system, all because I was carrying the male lead’s child.
Even though the favorability ratings of all three targets had dropped to zero.
The system promised me that if I successfully gave birth to this child, it would count as a successful mission.
But when I was seven months pregnant, my CEO husband stormed into the hospital and took me away.
My childhood sweetheart personally pushed me onto the operating table.
My parents signed the surgery consent form outside.
No matter how much I begged, they still took my baby from me.
All just to extract cord blood to cure my sister, Jessica.
I was left forgotten on the operating table, listening to my baby’s cries gradually fade away.
The system then declared my mission failed and was going to take my life.
Yet, as my life force truly faded, why did those very people who once told me to drop dead… suddenly lose their minds?
In the hospital maternity ward, the doctor put down the instrument and gently congratulated me: “The baby is very healthy. Look at those features—it’s going to be a beautiful baby.”
I let out a long sigh of relief and was about to get off the bed.
When the examination room door was suddenly yanked open, a group of people rushed in. Leading them was my husband, Franklin, CEO of the Franklin Group.
He was also my third target, though his heart belonged only to Jessica.
The doctor started to protest but was dragged out by black-suited bodyguards.
Franklin walked towards me, step by step. His icy, emotionless eyes sent chills down my spine.
He glanced lightly at my belly, a look of “you’re finally useful” in his eyes.
Then, I was hauled up by the bodyguards.
Sensing something terrible, I struggled wildly: “Franklin, what are you doing?”
Franklin gripped my chin: “Jessica is sick. She needs cord blood from a direct relative.”
“After all the trouble you went through to carry this bastard, at least it’s somewhat useful now.”
I stared at him in disbelief: “Franklin, the baby is only seven months… What are you going to do?”
Franklin snorted coldly: “Of course, deliver it early. Don’t try to guilt-trip me with the child. It’s an honor for him to help cure Jessica!”
My mind buzzed as if struck by lightning.
Franklin was going to forcibly take my baby to cure Jessica!
I begged: “Franklin, please! He’s only seven months! If you force a C-section, he won’t survive!”
“Just three more months, and I’ll give birth. Can’t we take the cord blood then?”
Franklin didn’t even look at me: “Three months? I think you’re just trying to drag this out until Jessica dies.”
How could that be? Jessica wasn’t really sick.
It was all just an act to frame me.
Tears streamed down my face: “Franklin, I’m begging you. The baby will die, and I might die too.”
Franklin scoffed: “Now you’re scared? Weren’t you brave enough to scheme your way into getting pregnant?”
“Enough. An unwanted bastard was never meant to exist. If he dies, it’s just his bad luck.”
Before my cries could escape, Franklin had the bodyguards gag me.
Cold tears traced my cheeks; my heart was filled with nothing but despair.
The system’s cold prompt voice echoed in my mind: [Detected premature birth. Mission failed. Mission failed.]
[Both mother and child will be eliminated.]
After a moment of silence, the system asked if I wanted to try one last chance.
If I could accumulate enough regret from the targets, it would still count as mission success.
Watching Franklin anxiously arranging the operating room and doctors, I shook my head through tears.
There was no chance.
Even if I died, they wouldn’t shed a single tear for me.
In the end, I could never compare to Jessica.
There was a time when I believed Franklin was my salvation.
When my parents and my childhood sweetheart, Liam, abandoned me for Jessica.
Franklin appeared like a god descending from the heavens.
When I was harassed by a customer while working at a hotel, he saved me.
He also took me in when I was walking through a blizzard after being kicked out by my parents.
Even after meeting Jessica, he didn’t waver.
He even told my parents and Liam that he didn’t believe I was the type to intentionally lose my sister.
But at our wedding, Jessica pulled out a small bamboo flute.
Franklin’s eyes lit up. He held Jessica’s hand and said he’d been looking for her for ten years.
From then on, no matter what I did, if Jessica was around, it was wrong.
Even my child with him became a mistake.
Pressed onto the cold operating table, I lay still like a corpse. My silence seemed to surprise Franklin.
He looked at me and sneered: “If you had come to your senses earlier, would you have had to suffer like this?”
I glanced at my wrists and ankles, bruised deeply from struggling.
But I didn’t dwell on it. I just said calmly: “Give me the divorce papers.”
Even though I had rejected the last mission, the system kept urging me to sever ties with them.
Franklin was stunned: “What did you say?”
I knew why he was shocked—it was because when he wanted to divorce me for Jessica, he offered a staggering settlement, but I never agreed.
Later, even when he neglected me and publicly humiliated me time and again, I never mentioned divorce.
I closed my eyes: “Let’s get divorced, Franklin.”
“At the very least, don’t let the child be sent off by his own father.”
Franklin seemed shaken for a moment, but soon his face twisted with disdain: “Don’t think you can guilt-trip me again.”
“I hired the best doctors. How could that bastard possibly die?”
“You think everyone is as vicious as you, using children as a bargaining chip?”
The pain in my heart was intense, but I didn’t want to argue anymore.
Nothing I said would make him believe me.
I just whispered: “Franklin, haven’t you always wanted freedom?”
“Well, now you have it. I don’t want my child to have a father like you anymore.”
Franklin stared at me, his expression shifting as if trying to figure out if I was serious.
Finally, the surgeon—my childhood sweetheart, Liam—spoke up: “If you don’t sign, how much longer will you make Jessica wait?”
Only then did Franklin take the divorce papers from his secretary. He signed them and throw them at me. “You’re the one at fault. Don’t expect a single cent.”
I didn’t bother asking how I was at fault, and I didn’t care about the money anymore.
After all, I would be dead soon.
The C-section was quick. It would all be over in an hour.
I lovingly touched my belly. I’m sorry, baby. Mommy couldn’t protect you.
A kick echoed from inside, as if a tiny hand was pressing against me.
I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Liam, my second target—the one who swore to protect me forever, sneered coldly: “Stop acting. How could someone as vile as you care whether your child lives or dies?”
I looked at his gentle features, now full of contempt for me, and let out a bitter laugh:
“Liam, you promised to protect me forever.”
I was the one who grew up with Liam.
At first, Liam didn’t believe I was the one who lost Jessica.
When my parents shut me in the house, nearly letting me starve, it was he who climbed across the balcony to bring me food.
Twenty floors up, and he didn’t even blink. He just said: “When we grow up, I’ll take you away.”
But Jessica, who had so many friends at school, only chased after Liam.
After repeatedly bringing him water at the basketball court, Liam started mentioning Jessica to me.
He went from calling her a scheming attention-seeker to wondering if we had misjudged her.
I stayed silent, and Liam fell into an awkward silence.
That was when I realized why his nearly maxed-out favorability meter the System showed me, had suddenly dropped a little.
Liam still treated me well, but gradually, he became better to Jessica.
He skipped class for her, fought for her, even stabbed a department head for her.
Just because Jessica said the professor looked at her “creepily.”
But that professor had taught for twenty years with no complaints except for being strict.
Jessica was just upset because he scolded her for dressing too provocatively.
But Liam, as if possessed, didn’t care.
On the day his favorability for me dropped to 30%, this madness finally turned toward me.
Liam, who hadn’t picked me up in a long time, came with a bag of my favorite snacks.
I followed him trustingly to an abandoned warehouse.
As soon as the door closed, Liam kicked me to the ground: “How could you, a woman yourself, photoshopped those explicit photos of Jessica?”
“If you hadn’t spread those rumors, that old professor wouldn’t have targeted her!”
No matter how much I cried and denied it, Liam stripped off my clothes.
He took photos of me in only my underwear.
Before leaving, Liam took my clothes: “Since you like calling people sluts, why don’t you experience it yourself?”
I cried, too afraid to leave the factory, but this time, Liam didn’t come back to save me.
In the middle of the night, a homeless man found me.
I struggled desperately and only escaped after hitting him with a brick.
When my parents picked me up from the police station, Liam said I had stripped to seduce him.
The story of me throwing myself at Liam spread like wildfire at school.
Everyone called me a slut, and every thug wanted a piece of me.
I barely made it to senior year and finally got into a top university abroad.
But Liam accused me of drugging Jessica during her exams, making her perform poorly.
He threatened me with the photos, forcing me to give my spot to Jessica.
My only hope was shattered, and he even blocked my chance to retake the exams.
He was afraid that if I got into grad school, I would keep tormenting Jessica.
From then on, I could only work odd jobs to survive.
But Liam still wasn’t satisfied. Whenever I started to gain footing, he sent thugs to ruin it.
It wasn’t until I met Franklin that he stopped.
Only because Jessica wanted to use me to get close to Franklin.
Even though Jessica didn’t love him, Liam gladly gave everything for her.
Just as he was doing now, risking his medical license to personally extract my child to cure her.
When I mentioned our childhood promise, Liam’s disdain deepened.
“You think you deserve it?”
Liam put on gloves and prepared the instruments.
His gel-covered hands felt icy cold as they touched my belly, as if examining livestock.
He nodded contentedly: “Even someone as evil as you raised the child well.”
“If this child can save Jessica’s life, I might consider returning those photos to you.”
“No need,” I replied calmly. Liam didn’t know that Jessica had already leaked those photos everywhere.
I raised my tied hands: “Liam, I’m returning your thing.”
Liam saw the bracelet on my wrist, his eyes widening in surprise.
It was just a cheap cartoon string bracelet, its colors faded after all these years.
His expression was complicated, but he reached out and took it.
He had given it to me as a child, saying it represented a future promise.
Liam touched the string, his tone softening slightly: “Anything but letting you go. Name your price.”
I lowered my gaze: “Liam, after I die, scatter my ashes in the river.”
A harsh, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “I knew you were up to something. Still trying to play the victim?”
“It’s just a C-section. How could you die?”
I smiled, “I trust your ability. But everyone meets their end eventually.”
Seeing me so compliant, Liam stopped his insults: “Fine. If you’re using that promise for this, don’t regret it.”
“From now on, as long as you don’t cause trouble for Jessica, we’re done.”
He turned away to check the instruments.
Liam didn’t even trust a nurse to assist—he was doing everything alone.
I looked at his back and whispered,“goodbye, Liam.”
The system confirmed that my last tie with Liam was severed.
I asked the system why, since I was going to die anyway, it insisted I break off relations with the targets.
The system, which had been noisy earlier, fell silent.
Just then, my first targets in this world, the parents of the original host—burst in.
They held a contract and forced my fingerprint onto it without explanation.
It was a surrogacy agreement.
If Jessica wasn’t cured, I had to keep bearing children.
To provide enough cord blood for Jessica.
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