Blurb：
Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Skylar’s wedding day becomes her ultimate nightmare. Her adopted brother Liam ruins everything for his obsession with Elara, while her groom Sebastian watches silently. After years of failing her transmigration mission to win over Liam, Sebastian, and other male characters, Skylar decides death is her only escape. But Liam intervenes, revealing his cruel intentions. Now sedated and captive, Skylar overhears Liam’s horrifying plan: to gift her corneas to Elara as a birthday present. With her system offering one last chance at rebirth, can Skylar escape Liam’s grasp and choose a new mission target, or will she become another victim in this twisted tale of obsession and betrayal? Dive into this intense story of transmigration, revenge, and dark romance where nothing is as it seems.
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My adopted brother ruined my wedding for the woman he loves.
This should have been Elara’s day.
You shouldn’t have stolen her happiness.
And my groom—Sebastian.
He just stood there, letting my adopted brother berate me.
I begged him to at least finish the ceremony.
But the man who once swore eternal love to me didn’t even glance my way, shaking off my hand without hesitation.
In that moment, a system prompt echoed in my mind.
“Host, upon death, you may use the final opportunity to select a new mission target.”
I’d been transmigrated into this world, exhausting myself trying to make three male side characters fall in live with me, only to fail repeatedly.
A wave of bitter acceptance washed over me. I turned and ran towards the cliff edge beside the church.
The wind roared past my ears, the ground below was hard.
I leaped, ready to trade this life for a new one.
Faintly, I thought I heard a devastated roar.
I grabbed my wedding dress and ran for the cliff edge beside the church.
One jump, I’d be free and ready to be reborn.
But a furious roar stopped me, and a hand yanked me back.
Before I could see who it was, a slap sent my head spinning.
I looked up, dazed, into a familar face.
Liam gripped my wrist tightly, his gaze inscrutable.
“Is this all it takes to make you give up?”
“Skylar, you need to learn to be the bigger person. Sebastian loves Elara. Stop competing with her.”
This was the Liam who once cherished me.
The younger brother I once protected.
Now, for the sake of some woman who appeared out of nowhere, he was telling me to be generous.
I stared directly at his face. It had long lost its youthful softness, and his blue eyes now held an endless chill.
He was one of my mission targets. Years ago, after his gangster father died.
He was just a kid, bullied everywhere.
The first time I saw him, he was hiding in a filthy ditch, barely alive.
I nursed him day and night until he recovered.
Back then, he was so insecure, clinging to me constantly.
I paid for his school, hoping he could forget the past and escape his father’s criminal fate.
Just when I thought things were going my way, Elara showed up.
The heroine of this world.
By the time I found out Liam was meeting her secretly, he’d already committed his first crime for her.
Everything spiraled out of control. Liam completely turned scoundrel. He was only kind to Elara.
Two years ago, just because Elara had an allergic reaction to some cookies I made, he had me sent to “Virtue Haven Finishing School” for “reflection.”
That place, ironically named for its focus on ‘virtue,’ was a notorious institution for ‘correcting’ women through oppressive means. I suffered immensely there, while his only concern was whether I had “repented.”
And now, for Elara, he destroyed my wedding, ruining my last chance at this life.
I didn’t care anymore. Death was my reset button.
Seeing my silence, Liam frowned and signaled his bodyguards to restrain me.
“Liam! I promise I won’t compete with Elara anymore. Just let me go.”
After failing the mission, I didn’t care about Sebastian’s choices.
But he didn’t believe me, forcing my head down.
A cold liquid injected into my neck made me panic. “What did you inject me with?”
Liam rubbed the injection spot, his smile cold.
“Just a sedative. It won’t kill you.”
He leaned close, whispering in my ear.
“Skylar, once you give me what I want, you can end it however you like.”
Before my consciousness faded, one thought remained—what did he want?
But he underestimated my constitution.
The standard dose had limited effect on me.
As I regained consciousness, I heard familiar voices.
“The sedative should last long enough. No need for anesthetic, let’s begin. Elara needs that cornea urgently. Since Elara was almost poisoned by this bitch, giving Elara her corneas as a birthday gift is perfect.”
“Can’t wait to see Elara’s expression when she opens the gift. Let’s start.”
The voices belonged to—
My adopted brother Liam, suggesting no anesthetic.
My runaway groom Sebastian, offering to take my corneas.
And my childhood friend Christian, who was to perform the surgery.
Three men who once vowed to protect me were now ready to take my eyes for Elara.
I was paralyzed, fear choking me.
As the cold scalpel touched my skin, I bit my lip hard, not daring to make a sound.
They were focused, not noticing my twitching fingers.
After the “surgery,” I was dumped in a corner, waiting for an assistant to stitch me up. When a nurse noticed my open, unseeing eyes, she screamed and fled the operating room.
Blood kept seeping, my consciousness fading.
Just end it.
At the brink of losing consciousness, a violent force dragged me back.
“Skylar! Stop pretending to be dead!” A furious roar, and I forced my eyes open, a sharp pain exploding in my shoulder.
Christian, who should have been taking my kidney, was shaking me violently. “Where’s Elara? Tell me the truth, or I’ll send you back to Virtue Haven Finishing School!”
Virtue Haven Finishing School—the most infamous academy for female ‘virtue’ on the continent. The terrible place Liam sent me for “rehabilitation” two years ago after Elara’s allergic reaction.
“I don’t know…” I trembled.
Christian laughed coldly, pulling my hair. “Forgot about putting allergens in Sebastian’s cookies two years ago? Feel like reliving the electroshock therapy at Virtue Haven?”
I shook my head in terror. Those two years of darkness, electroshock, punishment, indoctrination… I never wanted to go back!
“Won’t talk?” Liam walked in. “Playing the suicide card again?” Seeing my deathly pale face, a flicker of something crossed his eyes.
Christian looked away. “We’re just worried about Elara…”
“Where is Elara?” Liam stepped closer. “Swear you won’t hurt her again, and I’ll let it slide.”
Before Elara, Liam would always find ways to make me laugh. He’d carve little figures for me, hold an umbrella for me in the rain…
I was so close to finishing the mission.
“I said I don’t know!” I screamed. “I’ve been in this damn hospital for three days!”
Clutching my bleeding eye, my hand covered in blood.
Their faces changed. The truth about the corneas couldn’t be hidden anymore, but they didn’t expect me to be so calm.
No screaming, no yelling, not even a question.
An eerie silence filled the room.
Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the quiet.
“Right, you haven’t seen her,” Sebastian sneered. “You just sent threatening messages, telling her to leave us.”
Thud!
A phone hit my forehead and fell to the floor.
I picked it up. On the screen was a chat log between me and Elara—full of curses, threats, and bloody images.
“I didn’t send these!” I panicked.
Liam pulled my phone from under the pillow, opening the same chat log.
“Skylar, when will you ever learn to behave?” His voice was icy. “Perhaps those two years at Virtue Haven taught you nothing about obedience?”
Blood seeped from the corner of my eye. I laughed bitterly.
“Fine, I hate her. If you’re so scared I’ll hurt her, then kill me.”
“Kill me, and Elara is safe.”
“Kill me, and I’ll be free.”
A sharp pain shot through my chin as Sebastian’s furious face loomed over me.
He smiled a devilish smile. “Death is too easy. You need more lessons.”
Liam, Christian, Sebastian—all resolute.
I struggled, screamed, trying to awaken any shred of their conscience.
But as the gates of Virtue Haven Finishing School closed behind me, my last shred of hope faded.
In a dim room, red and green lights flashed. Torture tools lined the walls, and the sheets on the central cot were stained with dark, dried blood.
Excited screams echoed.
“Whip her!”
“Strip her naked!”
“Break her bones!”
In the audience, the three men watched indifferently.
Suddenly, Sebastian’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen then said with total surprise. “Elara’s back!”
Christian and Liam turned in eager relief, but their expressions froze when they saw the live feed from the “disciplinary room” displayed on a large screen—
I was convulsing in a pool of blood, while the Head Disciplinarian stood over me, whip raised.
“Skylar!”
As they turned in panic, the system alert sounded in my mind.
[Congratulations, Host. False death successful. New mission target: Head Disciplinarian, Alistair.”
My soul had just left my body, not yet grasping my surroundings, when an invisible force dragged me back.
In a daze, I saw the three men running towards me, faces filled with panic.
“Christian!” Sebastian’s expression was unreadable.
Christian stopped, his voice calm. “This isn’t the first time Skylar has deceived us.”
His gaze swept over my lifeless body in the bloodied disciplinary room. “Her fake death act is getting better.”
Sebastian turned sharply to look at him, then at my motionless body.
Liam seemed to snap out of it too, the panic on his face replaced by a cold sneer, clear mockery in his eyes.
“First jumping off a building, then poisoning herself, now fainting… almost fooled us again.”
“The priority is to check if Elara is hurt. She must be terrified after being tormented by this bitch. As for Skylar, if she loves acting so much, let her. She can rot here.”
Christian relaxed his clenched fist, his tense nerves easing.
“What a bitch! You’d better die here.”
Disgust flashed across his face before he turned and left the School with Sebastian and Liam.
The system told me my new target was Alistair, Head Instructor of Virtue Haven Finishing School.
Twenty-eight, orphaned, twisted personality, trusts no one.
My new identity? His eighteenth fiancée.
I was shocked. Someone like that… knew about love?
The system coughed awkwardly. “Host, you missed a key detail. You are his eighteenth fiancée.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. I scanned Alistair’s basic info word by word.
My heart sank. Eighteenth.
“What happened to the first seventeen?” I stammered.
“Dead,” the system replied bluntly.
“H-how?” I dared to ask.
The system went silent. Clearly, the causes were either too shameful or too horrifying.
“Can I quit? I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to go home.” I pleaded. If I was doomed to fail, I just wanted to go home and spend my final days with my little sister.
The system said, “Host, this is your last chance. What if you succeed? Just try. Even if you fail, what have you got to lose?”
“Okay.” My throat was dry, my heart pounding. One last time. If this failed, I’d accept my fate.
The smell of disinfectant hit me. I was in a hospital room.
I tried to sit up, but my legs felt weak.
My heart, just calmed, started hammering again.
Was I disabled?
Before I could ask the system, the door clicked open.
A mocking laugh approached.
“Miss… Chloe?”
I turned my head, a wave of panic swept through my mind..
Alistair!
Memories of my death flooded back—him leisurely choosing tools, asking if I liked whips, finally approaching me with a barbed one…
I’d panicked and smashed my head against the wall, dying as I heard him mutter, “How boring. Such an unappealing way to die.”
He was an utter monster!
The mockery on Alistair’s face froze, his expression turning into something strange, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.
But in an instant, it was replaced by a gentle look.
“Miss Chloe, my apologies. I was unavoidably detained today and couldn’t pick you up myself.”
“Don’t worry about the car accident. I’ll investigate it thoroughly and give you an answer.”
Car accident?
My mind raced, this new body’s memories surfacing.
Chloe, twenty-eight, raised for over twenty years as the heiress of the Croft family, only to be discovered as a fake.
Just then, Alistair, notorious for his seventeen dead fiancées, came to propose.
Unwilling to risk their newly found biological heiress, the Crofts pushed me, the “fake,” into his path.
Claiming it was to appease me, they’d found me a husband.
As for this car accident… it reeked of foul play.
My palms were slick with sweat. I closed my eyes, then slowly opened them, forcing all my fear down. I painted a brilliant smile on my face and looked at him.
“Hello, fiancé.”
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