Blurb：
Liam Young’s proposal to Stella Evans turns into a nightmare when she smacks the ring away, revealing her secret bet with friends. The humiliation deepens as Leo Young, the real heir, proposes with a massive diamond, stealing Stella’s “I do.” The Young family—CEO Olivia Young, the manipulative parents, and even the housekeeper Mrs. Miller—brutally betray Liam, locking him in the estate. But Liam has a secret: he’s a transmigrator with a system offering $100 million for a dramatic exit. In this tale of family drama and revenge, Liam plans to jump from the rooftop, forcing Stella and the Youngs to witness his shocking demise. Will this fake heir’s suicide mission expose their cruelty? Dive into a story of betrayal, depression, and a twisted engagement party where nothing is as it seems.
Content：
The day I got down on one knee to propose to my girlfriend, Stella Evans.
She immediately smacked the ring box right out of my hand.
Game over, ladies! Looks like I’m the winner!
I stood frozen, the velvet box suddenly feeling like a lead weight as her friends burst into cruel laughter.
Stella, only you could land someone as unattainable as Liam Young.
“Don’t even think about backing out! Pay up, all of you! Every last dollar!”
Just then, my younger brother, Leo Young, walked over, dressed in an identical tuxedo.
He dropped to one knee and presented a diamond ring to Stellaone easily twice the size of mine.
Her face lit up as she slid it onto her finger, and loudly declaring the “I do!” that should have been meant for me.
Then they swept past me, wrapped up in their celebration. I tried to follow, to demand an explanation, but my family formed a wall, blocking my path.
My eldest sister, CEO Olivia Young, stepped in front of me, her voice icy.
“Open your eyes, Liam. Stella chose Leo from the very beginning. This engagement has nothing to do with you. Save yourself the embarrassment.”
My mom grabbed my hand, her tone pleading. “Liam, you know how fragile Leo is, with his depression… Stella is the only one who can calm him. Can’t you just… let him have this?”
My father, the family patriarch, delivered the final blow. “What are you moping about? He lived like a prince for eighteen years. Now all he has to do is step aside for a woman who was never his to begin with. He should be counting his lucky stars.”
They had security lock me inside the family estate, under close watch to make sure I didn’t disrupt the engagement party.
I went back with the guards as if I’d accepted my fate, but a faint, uncontrollable smile began to curl at the edges of my mouth.
The moment the guards shoved me inside, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind,
“Host’s desire to return is strong. Initiate world departure protocol?”
“Confirm.”
“Select termination method.”
“Jump from the rooftop. I want to die right in front of Stella and the Youngs C I want them to watch.”
“Generating scenario… Death compensation locked, 0-000 million USD. Effective upon return. Execute?”
“Execute.”
This was my twenty-fifth year in this world, and the seventh since the real Young heir, Leo, was found.
When I first crossed over, I thought I’d hit the jackpot.
An orphan who’d lost both parents, I suddenly had doting parents, an overprotective sister, and a family ranked among the city’s wealthiest.
That feeling lasted until my eighteenth birthday, the day Dad brought Leo home.
Everything changed after that.
Now, every window and door in the mansion was bolted shut with steel bars. Four stone-faced bodyguards stood watch in the hallway.
Mrs. Miller, the housekeeper, watched me like I was a criminal, a baseball bat held ready to swing at my legs.
I shifted just half a step forward, and a crushing blow landed on my right thigh.
Thud!
My knee hit the plush carpet, agony shooting up my spine.
“Mr. Liam,” Mrs. Miller sneered, brandishing the bat, “Miss Olivia was very clear. Defy her, and we break your legs and throw you out in the alley.” She suddenly shrieked downstairs, “Stop him! Mr. Liam’s trying to ruin the engagement!”
Three guards instantly raised their rubber batons, the cold glint of the tips stinging my eyes.
I stumbled backward, my body slamming against an ornate pillar.
The impact knocked the air from my lungs in a painful gasp.
“Have you lost your minds? I wasn’t trying to escape!”
My nails dug deep into my palms as I stared at the baton in Mrs. Miller’s grip, my voice shaking with suppressed rage.
“I was just walking through my own house! What gives you the right to hit me?”
“Playing the innocent now, are we, Mr. Liam?” Mrs. Miller’s lips twisted into a sneer, revealing a crooked front tooth.
“Who knows when you might lose control and make a break for it?”
Her voice sharpened to a cutting edge. “Do you think we’re blind? That rage in your eyes? You want to wreck Mr. Leo’s big day!”
Two guards advanced, their batons cutting through the air with a menacing whistle. I scrambled backward, my heart pounding.
“Wait!” I threw up a hand in desperate panic. “What if I tell Mother and Father”
A derisive snort came from Mr. Miller, who had been watching from the shadows.
“Heh,” he grunted.
“I’ll just say you tried to force your way out, caused a scene, jumped from the third floor, and broke your leg. Plenty of witnesses.”
The whistling of batons became a frenzied storm.
A sickening crack echoed as one connected with my right shoulder blade.
I collapsed onto the plush carpet, blood already welling between my fingers, staining the cream-colored wool a dark, ugly crimson.
Another blow landed on my knee, bringing with it a blinding white pain and a roaring in my ears.
“If I die today…” I rasped, my voice raw and strange to my own ears, clutching my bleeding hand, “…the Young family won’t let you get away with it…”
“You dare speak for the Young family?” Mrs. Miller stomped on my bleeding calf.
“If the Master had a harder hear, a switched-at-birth bastard like you would’ve been left to rot in an orphanage!
Miss Olivia pleaded to keep you out of pity, like a stray dog, and this is how you repay her?
Trying to steal Mr. Leo’s fiance?”
Through the haze of pain and dizziness, the truth finally dawned on me.
They weren’t merely afraid I’d cause a scene.
They wanted me dead.
Raw terror seized me.
This wasn’t the clean, chosen death I had planned!
What if this messy end trapped me here forever?
Driven by primal, survival instinct, I lunged towards the altar table.
The eternal flame lamp, specially lit for Leo’s blessing, crashed to the floor.
Sparks flew onto the gauzy curtains embroidered with lotus flowers.
As flames began to lick hungrily at the fabric, I dragged my broken leg, rolling desperately away from the growing inferno.
“Grab him!”
“He’s setting the house on fire!”
Amid their panicked curses and the growing crackle of fire, I half-fell, half-tumbled down the grand marble staircase.
Blood soaked through my trousers, leaving a gruesome, smeared trail on the pristine white steps.
In the resulting chaos, I managed to stagger out the main entrance.
They didn’t dare pursue me outside C the grounds were blanketed with security cameras.
By the time I had crawled to the center of the circular driveway, the faces of the few passersby were nothing but a blur.
Seventeen taxis sped past my crumpled form without slowing .
Finally, a black sedan screeched to a violent halt just feet from me.
“My God, you’re bleeding badly!” A man leaned out from the passenger seat. “Let me get you to a hospital!”
“Thank you…” I gasped, clutching at his sleeve with a bloodied hand.
“Please… just take me to the Grandview Hotel.”
The hotel was a family property.
The security staff recognized me, and seeing me like this, they didn’t dare refuse me entry.
When I burst into the doors of the main banquet hall, I saw themOlivia and my parentsgreeting their esteemed guests, their faces wreathed in polished, society smiles.
The smiles vanished the moment their eyes landed on me, covered in blood and grime, standing in the doorway.
Their expressions froze in sheer, unadulterated shock.
Dozens of cameras were trained on the entrance of the banquet hall. When I appeared at the top of the sweeping staircase, dragging my ruined leg, camera flashes exploded like fireworks.
A voice cut through the chaos. “Stop him!” But the flashes only intensified.
Olivia practically flew to me, her expensive couture gown now marred by ugly smears of my blood.
“Have you lost your mind?”
Her voice trembled with an incredulous fury and disbelief. “Who let you in? Useless idiots!”
She whirled on the security team, her whisper a venomous lash meant for all to hear. “You can’t even contain a cripple?”
Then she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “Is this your grand plan? Mutilating yourself just to ruin Leo’s wedding day?”
My mother stumbled through the crowd, her face pale. Her fingers closed around my wrist, her voice shaking. “Liam, your clothes… is that blood?”
“Yes, Mom. It’s all mine.” I held her terrified gaze, forcing the words out. “Leo’s people did this. I was lucky to escape the house alive.”
My father’s face darkened like a thunderhead. His hand moved faster than I could track. A single, clean crack echoed, and the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth.
“You shameless bastard!” Dad’s voice quivered with pure rage. “Can’t you stand to see your brother happy?”
My mother clutched my other hand, her panic rising. “Liam, tell me the truth? Who did this to you?”
Olivia roughly pulled Mom behind her. “Don’t listen to his lies!”
She announced to the captivated crowd, her voice dripping with absolute certainty. “It’s fake stage blood. He lives for these little performances for the media!”
She seized my wrist, dragging me roughly towards the exit.
My broken leg snagged on the edge of a step. A sickening, wet tear followed, and then a collective gasp ripped through the hall as the jagged, white point of my shin bone tore through the flesh, gleaming obscenely under the lights.
Silence engulfed the room.
My mother slapped a hand over her mouth, a silent scream in her eyes. “Oh God, Liam… your leg…”
My father’s stern expression flickered, a ghost of something akin to pain flashing in his eyes.
Olivia stood frozen, her fury momentarily displaced by shock.
Then, Stella pushed her way through the crowd. Her eyes fixed on my mangled leg, a deep frown etching itself onto her perfect features. “Liam?”
I lifted my head, the blood on my face already drying, a fresh trickle warm on my lips. I stared at Stella, my voice hoarse but clear. “You’re here. Good. I have some questions.”
Leo strode over, his bespoke suit a stark contrast to tear tracks staining his cheeks.
“Liam, today is the most important day of my life,” he choked out, his lips trembling. “Do you have to destroy it? Why? Why are you always against me?What else do I have to give? Must you take Stella too?”
He stepped closer, his fists clenched. “I just want Stella. Is it so hard to just… let us be happy?”
Olivia seemed to snap out of it, moving as if to help me up. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“Olivia!” Leo’s cry was desperate, childlike. “The ceremony is about to start! You can’t leave me now!”
Her eyes darted from my broken body to Leo’s desperate face. Indecision vanished, replaced by cold resolve. “It’s just another one of Liam’s stunts. He wants to destroy your engagement.”
She violently shoved my reaching hand away violently, sending me staggering back against the wall.
“Liam Young, you are truly insane!” Olivia’s voice was thick with disgust. “You would cripple yourself to frame your own brother? You’re pathetic!”
“Get yourself to the hospital,” she finished, her tone final. “Don’t worry, the Youngs won’t let a cripple tarnish our name. We’ll find you the best doctors. But not now. This is not the time or the place.”
I drew a sharp, ragged breath, gritting my teeth against the wave of nauseating pain.
Using the wall as a crutch, I pushed myself upright. The room swam, but I refused to fall.
This was not how my story ended. I had to stand.
“Stella,” I said, my voice shaking but firm, locking eyes with her. “From the very beginning… being with me… it was just a bet with your friends, wasn’t it? You never loved me. Not even once.”
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