Blurb：
After transmigrating into a novel world, Jessica was given a mission by the system: make one of the four male leads—Logan, Jake, Alexander, or Daniel—fall in love with her to revive in the real world. But all four, including her brother Jake, were obsessed with the female lead Chloe. After 25 years of cruel rejection, Jessica fails her mission and attempts suicide. As she drowns in the river, Jake pulls her out, slapping her again. Will Jessica ever escape this tragic cycle of unrequited love? Dive into a story of betrayal, heartbreak, and dark romance where the supporting character fights for a chance to live.
Content：
I transmigrated to the world of a novel.
The system assigned me four male leads. My mission was to make one of them fall in love with me.
If I succeeded, I could be revived in the real world, where I had died in a car accident.
But I failed to win over any of the four men.
Because they all fell for the story’s female lead.
So, each of them hurled cruel words at me, telling me to die.
In the end, I failed the mission and left the world by taking my own life.
When they saw my lifeless body, they completely broke down.
…
[Host, the mission has failed.]
[The twenty-five-year deadline is up. You can’t continue anymore.]
The system’s voice suddenly echoed in my mind as I stood outside the wedding venue.
Inside, Logan and Chloe were kissing at the altar.
He was the last male lead I tried to win over.
And I had failed again.
Maybe fate just didn’t want me to live.
I left the venue, heading for the overpass with heavy traffic.
The system said that mission failure required me to end my life by suicide.
Staring at the stream of cars, memories of the past twenty-five years flooded my mind—of how cold those men had been to me.
Every single one of them had treated me terribly because of Chloe.
She was the female lead of this world.
The system said it wasn’t my fault. Male leads were naturally drawn to her.
I looked up at the blue sky
Just because I’m a supporting character, am I doomed to fail?
Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore.
I closed my eyes and was about to jump from the bridge…
Just then, a screech of brakes echoed, followed by an angry male voice.
“Jessica, if you wanna die, don’t do it in public!”
I opened my eyes and saw my brother in this world, Jake.
He was one of the four male leads.
The system said that if I could make his “affection level” reach one hundred percent, I would succeed.
But Chloe caught Jake’s attention and stole all his affection originally for me.
Just because Chloe claimed I had hired someone to assault her, Jake believed her without question and grew to hate me.
Now, Jake dragged me into his car, drove to a nearby riverbank, pulled me out, and slapped me hard across the face.
“If you want to die, don’t do it in public. Don’t make others pay for your death.”
“I’ve picked a spot for you. If you want to die, do it here. Go on, hurry up!”
My head was ringing from the slap, and I could barely stand steadily.
I’d attempted suicide in front of him before.
Back then, his eyes were only for Chloe. I was trying to guilt-trip him into listening to me, not actually wanting to die.
So now, he probably thought I was bluffing again.
“Jake, why are you here?”
“Why aren’t you at Chloe’s wedding?”
“Did you come out here because of me?”
I looked up at him, my voice thick with suppressed bitterness.
He was just at the wedding. Did he see me leave and worry something might happen?
A flicker of hope lingered in my heart.
His next words shattered that illusion completely.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I was picking up Chloe’s dress. I just happened to run into you, you crazy woman!”
“Listen, Jessica, you bitch.”
“Even if you’re my sister, don’t think you can win my sympathy with these tricks.”
I looked at his furious expression, my heart aching.
I thought he came out because he was worried about me.
But I was wrong.
I knew it already. My brother was head over heels for Chloe as her loyal lapdog.
But Chloe only had eyes for Logan.
Jake was so devoted to her that he willingly let her be with someone else.
And he even ran errands for her wedding.
Desperate, I turned and walked step by step into the rushing river.
Jake, probably thinking I was still faking, stood on the bank and mocked me,
“Walk faster, why so slow?”
“Hurry up and die, don’t waste my time picking up the dress!”
I quickened my pace.
The icy water gradually enveloped me, covering my head at last.
I was finally leaving.
But the next moment, someone grabbed me and yanked me up hard.
Smack!
Jake slapped me again.
“You actually dared to do it!”
“Jessica, who the hell gave you the nerve?”
He dragged me back onto the shore.
“I’m telling you! Your life was given by Mom. You can’t just throw it away.”
Mom was the person who treated me best in this world.
I couldn’t bear to leave her either, but I had to go now.
Since this suicide attempt was interrupted by Jake, I found an excuse to go home.
Jake shouted after me,
“It’s just Logan getting married! If you really liked him, you should let him be with the one he truly loves!”
“That’s what real love is!”
But I didn’t love him.
I just wanted to return to my world and stay alive, that’s why I got close to him.
I bought a rope and went to a deserted park.
It seemed I had to end things outside.
I was afraid of scaring Mom if I did it at home.
After tying the rope to a tree, I couldn’t help but let out a self-mocking laugh.
Jake never really liked me as a sister initially. He thought my birth would steal our parents’ love from him.
Trying to make him care for me was incredibly difficult back then.
But I believed that with genuine effort, he would eventually accept me.
In school, I saved my lunch money to buy him a game console.
When he got into trouble outside, I took the blame for him.
When he was sick in the middle of the night, I braved heavy rain to buy him medicine and stayed up all night caring for him.
He wanted a pair of sneakers costing three thousand dollars. I worked two summer jobs and spent all the money on those shoes for him.
With my effort, his affection for me rose bit by bit.
Just when I thought I was about to succeed.
Chloe appeared and stole away all the effort I had put in over the years.
Whatever. Let these twenty-five years be just a dream.
I kicked away the stone I was standing on and hung.
The suffocation hit instantly. I struggled instinctively but tried not to make a sound, afraid of getting attention.
My consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
Near death, memories of my time here flashed through my mind at lightning speed.
No matter how hard I tried, the fruits of my labor were always snatched away by Chloe.
Everyone liked her, not me.
Just when I thought I was about to die, someone suddenly lifted me up.
Breathing fresh air again, my instincts made me gasp greedily.
“Jessica, have you fucking lost your mind?”
The man in front of me was my former psychiatrist, Dr. Liam, eight years my senior.
He was also one of my past targets.
Back when I was diagnosed with depression, he was my doctor.
The system had suggested I try to win him over.
So, I spent a lot of time getting close to him.
We had meals together, painted together, and went to amusement parks together.
He even took me to meet his beloved grandmother.
He said I was the first girl he ever brought to his family’s old house.
His affection level for me rose steadily, and quite quickly.
I thought this time I would succeed.
But Chloe showed up again.
She cried, telling Dr. Liam,
“Dr. Liam, Jessica hired someone to assault me.”
“I can’t sleep at night. My dreams are filled with those images. I want to die.”
Dr. Liam hugged her right in front of me.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
That day, Dr. Liam, eyes red, screamed at me, telling me to get out.
He said my depression was all an act to gain his sympathy, and that I was disgusting.
So, I failed again.
I found it ridiculous.
Two suicide attempts in one day, and both times I ran into former targets.
Is this world really that small?
“Shouldn’t you be at Chloe’s wedding right now?”
My voice was devoid of any emotion. My eyes were numb as I looked at him.
Dr. Liam had a refined appearance, a pleasant voice, and was always gentle with women.
That’s how he managed to guide me out of the darkness back then.
But it was also him who pushed me into an even deeper abyss.
“I was in a bad mood, needed some air, is that not allowed?” He frowned.
Oh right, he liked Chloe too.
For her, he was even willing to give up an opportunity to study abroad.
Chloe’s getting married today, so he must be in a bad mood.
“And you, why are you trying to kill yourself here?”
“Or did you know I was nearby and wanted to win my sympathy?”
“Jessica, can you stop pretending to be depressed in front of me? Can’t you try a different act?”
I’d heard this kind of thing from him more than once.
He always said my depression was fake after he met Chloe.
But I really was depressed. Why couldn’t he see it?
When you’re not loved, do they always find a reason to doubt everything you do?
Ignoring him, I got up to leave, planning my next method of suicide in my mind.
Maybe it was because I had never been so utterly defeated before, and Dr. Liam was afraid I might go through with it.
He grabbed me and took me back to his place.
Then he called Jake to come to get me.
Later, Jake arrived, followed by Logan and Chloe.
Seeing me, Chloe acted scared and hid behind Logan.
Logan looked at me coldly.
“Jessica, is it necessary to go this far just to make us feel sorry for you?”
“Today is our wedding. Are you determined to ruin it?”
“Haven’t you done enough to her?”
They were all like this, always thinking I had ulterior motives, that I wanted to harm Chloe.
I slowly looked up, meeting each of their gazes.
There was only indifference, even disgust in their eyes.
I scoffed, “What if I said it was Chloe who hurt me?”
“What if I said she was the one who hired those men to assault me?”
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