Blurb：
After dying as Summer John, Lucas Lowell’s rival, I transmigrated into the body of Sophia Taylor—Lucas’s wealthy socialite wife. The System promised a peaceful life, but I never expected my absentee husband to be the same Lucas who once hated me. Now, I must navigate my new identity while hiding the truth that I was once Summer John. When Lucas discovers I destroyed a memento of his late stepbrother, his cold fury threatens to expose everything. Can I survive as Sophia Taylor, or will Lucas uncover the secret of my past life?
Content：
My system mission had failed. Facing death in this world, I asked the System one last question.
Can I tell Lucas my real identity now?
Permission granted.
Slowly, I took off my clothes and stood before Lucas Lowell.
I’m sorry I lied to you. The truth is… I’m a girl.
Lucas ‘s eyes widen in shock.
Poor guy. After years of rivalry, he was only now discovering his arch-nemesis was female.
As his stunned gaze held me, I closed my eyes peacefully, ready for my death.
But death didn’t come. Instead, I found myself back in this world.
The System sounded apologetic.
“After your… departure, the mission was suddenly marked complete. As compensation, you get a chance at resurrection.”
“Your new identity is a wealthy socialite wife. The kind with an absent husband and unlimited money.”
I nodded. “Sounds perfect. My dream life. By the way, what’s the name of this absentee husband?”
“Lucas Lowell.”
My mind blanked. “Who?!”
“Ahem.” The System sounded sheepish. “Anyway, Host, enjoy your new life! Goodbye!”
It logged out of the mission server, vanishing faster than I could blink.
“Ma’am! Please, stay calm! Don’t be so impulsive again!”
A frantic voice pulled me from my thoughts.
Only then did I see the chaos before me.
The penthouse was spacious, the kind worth tens of millions.
But there was hardly a spot left clean.
From kitchenware to display cabinet treasures, everything lay shattered.
“You were upset, Ma’am, breaking a few dishes is understandable, but why such a destructive fit? What if you hurt yourself?” The assistant sounded pained.
But his pain wasn’t for me, it was for the expensive artifacts.
The housekeeper knelt to clean up.
Spotting fragments of pottery clay, she froze.
“Oh no.”
“What?”
“This looks like… Mr. John’s memento.”
The assistant gasped.
The seven or eight people in the room fell into dead silence.
“Quick! Clean this up! Forget the rest, gather Mr. John’s pieces first! Don’t let Mr. Lowell find out!”
The assistant’s voice trembled.
“This is it. No one is allowed to touch Mr. John’s belongings! Ma’am, why? Why this?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Summer John?”
“Shh! Don’t say his full name! Mr. Lowell will lose it!”
His warning came too late.
A tall, strong figure stepped into the foyer.
“Whose name?”
When I died as Summer John, I was only eighteen.
Lucas was just seventeen back then.
Now, a decade had passed.
The twenty-seven-year-old Lucas was imposing. His features were sharper, more defined, exuding an intimidating authority.
He scanned the floor, his gaze settling on the pottery shards.
His eyes turned ice-cold.
The assistant’s legs wobbled, almost buckling.
“Summer John’s memento, right?” I spoke first. “I smashed it. They had nothing to do with it. The guy’s been dead for ten years. Keeping this stuff around feels morbid. If you’re angry, deal with me.”
Everyone bowed their heads, holding their breath.
Lucas’s gaze slowly shifted to my face.
“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”
A faint, cold smile touched his lips.
No one found it reassuring.
I shrugged. “Summer John? Yeah, I know. The Summer John. Your stepbrother with no blood relation. Wait… you’re not actually mourning him, are you? Don’t kid yourself. Everyone knows you two hated each other’s guts.”
“That’s true.”
Lucas’s smile widened, looking almost pleasant.
“”So, you’re not angry that I broke his keepsake?”
I asked, my voice betraying my nerves.
The original host, Sophia Taylor, had died in this moment C a sudden brain hemorrhage and heart attack triggered by her rage fit.
That was the moment I woke up here.
I hadn’t smashed the things, but the responsibility was now mine.
“Mad? Of course not. You’re right. He’s been dead ten years. Cluttering the place up.”
Surprisingly, Lucas seemed reasonable now.
The cleaners finished tidying and quickly left.
I thought I’d dodged a bullet.
Suddenly, Lucas’s hand clamped around my throat.
“Sophia Taylor, I told you, you can throw any tantrum you like. But you are never, ever to touch anything that belonged to Summer.”
His gaze was terrifying.
The pressure on my windpipe increased.
I struggled to breathe.
“We’re going to settle this account properly today.
I thought Lucas would strangle me.
Tears welled from the suffocation.
I choked out the words. “Owowowowowowow!”
Lucas instantly released me.
He frowned, scrutinizing me.
“Who told you to say that?”
I coughed violently. “Say what?”
“Seven ‘ow’s. Exactly seven… Since when do you do that?”
“Since when is that thing? Doesn’t everyone do that?”
“Besides Summer John, I’ve never seen anyone else do it.”
“Then you need to get out more.”
Lucas studied me intensely.
Confirming I was still Sophia Taylor, a wave of weariness washed over him.
“This contractual marriage is over. Once the divorce papers are ready, my assistant will send them to you.”
He turned and walked out without a backward glance.
Ten years had passed, and Lucas hadn’t changed a bit.
I cursed the System a thousand times in my head.
I always knew it was unreliable.
Back when it first brought me into the mission, it realized too late that my assigned role was the vicious male rival.
Forcing me to masquerade as a boy for six years, even bathroom breaks felt like espionage.
Its missions were equally absurd.
“The male lead is off-track. Guide him back to becoming the outstanding protagonist he should be, but you cannot violate your role as the malicious antagonist.”
Seriously? What kind of logic was that?
No wonder it was doomed to be just a low-tier System.
Luckily, I had an identity advantage.
After Lucas’s parents divorced, his father remarried.
His stepmother was greedy and saw him as a threat, often mistreating him behind his father’s back.
I was the malicious stepbrother she brought along.
To seamlessly integrate me, the System even fabricated a backstory:
The stepmother, obsessed with pitting her child against her stepson, had raised Summer John as a boy from the start.
Fine. What could I say?
So, I dedicated myself to my role with gusto.
If Lucas skipped school, I sneered. “Can’t even handle studying? Future societal waste.”
If his grades improved, I mocked. “Is this the best you can do? No wonder your parents don’t like you. Pathetic.”
If he rode his bike to school, I slashed his tires. “Who needs a bike? Run! You’re too scrawny anyway!”
Lucas hated me.
Of course he did.
No one could endure six years of relentless bullying.
Once, I got cornered in an alley by thugs demanding money.
Lucas saw me, but walked away without a flicker of emotion.
Back home, I confronted him. “Why pretend you didn’t know me?”
His blue eyes met mine calmly. “Didn’t you tell me not to acknowledge our relationship in public? Brother.”
He rarely called me ‘brother’.
Only when dripping with sarcasm.
Ultimately, I failed the mission.
When the six-year mark arrived, Lucas suddenly dropped out.
He refused to continue his education or go to college.
Panicked, I went to confront him.
We ended up brawling.
Lucas won, of course.
No matter how well I played the boy, I was still a girl, physically weaker.
The System’s failure verdict echoed in my mind.
But I still demanded, “Why quit?”
“Because of you.”
“What the hell does that have to do with me?”
“My dad said you’re smart. Once you get into university, I’m expected to get into the same one next year. He’ll beat me if I fail.”
Lucas’s smile was bitter.
“But he doesn’t know you’re the person I despise most! Making me follow you to the same university? I’d rather quit altogether!”
I sighed.
It was over.
Getting the System’s permission, I revealed my true self to Lucas.
I took off my shirt, the faint bruises from our fight visible on my skin.
As shock and confusion flooded Lucas’s eyes, I managed a small smile.
“Lucas Lowell, you get to be yourself. That’s good.”
The next day, I left that world.
The System faked a car accident.
But unexpectedly, after my ‘death’, the mission progress suddenly marked completely.
Lucas found his drive, studied relentlessly, and eventually got into my dream universitythe very one he was originally destined to attend.
I got resurrected, finally tasting the freedom I’d earned.
Except, I nearly died again right after resurrection.
Damn you, Lucas Lowell!
This socialite life wasn’t easy. Divorce was definitely the safer option.
My marriage to Lucas was a sham from the start.
Sophia Taylor and he each had their agendas.
A contract was signed pre-nup, but the original host tried to change the terms mid-game.
Understandable.
Resisting Lucas’s looks and physique was hard for anyone.
The original host wanted a real marriage.
Lucas wanted nothing to do with her.
He even manufactured scandals to provoke her.
The day I woke up in this body, the original Sophia’s rage stemmed from seeing photos of Lucas cozy with another woman.
None of this concerned me.
Until that afternoon, when the assistant rushed in, frantic.
“Ma’am! Terrible! Mr. Lowell, he…!”
“Dead?”
“Uh, no.”
“Not dead? Then why the panic?”
I rolled over, staying prone.
“Mr. Lowell was set up! Don’t you want this fake marriage to turn real? This is your chance!”
Dragged by the insistent assistant, I arrived at the scene.
On the way, I got the gist.
Days ago, Lucas, to provoke “me,” posed for photos with a B-list actress.
They had a deal: after the shoot, she’d send the pics to “me” provocatively.
The plan worked.
But today, the actress stabbed him in the back.
She tearfully told the media Lucas cheated on his wife and coldly dumped her.
Chaos reigned when I arrived.
Lucas was swarmed by reporters.
“You’ve been accused of marital infidelity and seeing multiple women simultaneously!”
“Care to explain?”
Lucas’s face was stone. “If you believe such a transparent lie, you should get your heads examined.”
Classic Lucas, maxing out the sarcasm right out of the gate.
But his attitude only inflamed the press corps.
A barrage of camera flashes lit him up.
Damn it. Big brother instincts kicked in. I couldn’t just watch.
I pushed through the crowd.
Ignoring Lucas, I curled my index finger and rapped his head sharply.
“Behave! Stop acting like a brat!”
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