I am Blair Sterling, the beautiful, wealthy, and fierce daughter of a billionaire tycoon. I am also the villainess in a trashy romance novel. That day, I was enthusiastically bullying the innocent "white lotus" heroine, ready to slap her face, when I suddenly saw her brother running towards us. The slap I had aimed at her face morphed mid-air into a gentle caress. "My dear little sister, I'm your future sister-in-law!" "As long as you help me catch your brother, my black card is yours to swipe~" If I had known her brother was such a breathtaking beauty, who would care about some childhood sweetheart fiancé! 1 I am the rich, gorgeous, and slightly terrifying Blair Sterling. My childhood fiancé fell for a poor, innocent scholarship student named Summer. Consumed by jealousy, I tricked Summer into a deserted corner of the campus to teach her a lesson. Just as I raised my hand to strike, I glimpsed a figure sprinting towards us from the distance. The boy's face crashed into my vision. Simultaneously, a sharp pain pierced my brain. A flood of memories drowned my mind. Dimly lit rooms, tangled sheets. The air thick and humid with heat. Entwined shadows on the wall under the warm glow of a lamp. In countless R-rated scenes, the protagonist's face overlapped perfectly with the boy running towards me. It was terrifyingly clear. My raised hand froze in mid-air for a few seconds. Then, it landed gently on Summer's cheek. Summer, who had squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact, slowly opened them. After a moment of confusion, she looked at me with stubborn hatred. "Blair Sterling, if you dare to hit me, I'll call the police! Others might be afraid of your family's power, but I'm not!" My vicious expression instantly melted into one of tender affection. I stroked Summer's smooth cheek. Smiling, I said, "Misunderstanding, total misunderstanding." "Sister, I'm your future sister-in-law~" "I was just about to kiss you, why would I hit you?" "I would never do something so barbaric." I quickly signaled the two lackeys holding Summer to let her go and get lost. Summer looked at me, completely flabbergasted. She couldn't believe her ears. "What are you talking about?" I looked at her with sincere eyes. "I like your brother. I only blocked you here to see him." "Let go of my sister!" Caleb rushed up, shoving me away forcefully. I took the opportunity to stumble, falling straight into his arms. My hands wrapped around the boy's lean, muscular waist. Caleb was caught off guard by my sudden embrace. He scolded coldly, "Let go!" I held on for dear life, pressing my whole body against him. I looked up with a sweet smile. "If I let her go, I can't let you go." Under my burning gaze, Caleb's ears turned red. He looked away uncomfortably and pushed me away with force. He pushed too hard, and I landed on my butt on the concrete. He checked on his sister, asking with concern, "Are you okay?" Summer was still dazed. Clearly, she hadn't processed my sudden confession. "No, I'm fine." "She... this must be a misunderstanding." I pretended to be injured, clutching my leg and wailing. I squeezed out two crocodile tears and looked at Caleb pitifully. "It hurts." I tried to stand up, then fell back down. Caleb's face was cold. He hesitated for a moment, then crouched in front of me, offering his back. "Get on. I'll carry you to the nurse's office." I climbed onto his back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, secretly inhaling his scent. A smile of pure satisfaction spread across my face. Summer, watching my little act with her jaw on the floor, looked like her brain was short-circuiting. I grinned and put a finger to my lips, signaling her to keep quiet. Nineteen-year-old Caleb was cold and reserved. Top student, good temper, a perfect gentleman. But I knew that beneath that calm exterior lay a hidden madness and obsession. Caleb silently carried me towards the nurse's office. Summer watched us, wanting to say something but stopping herself. He frowned, clearly conflicted. I stared at Caleb's profile, recalling the memories flooding my brain. My heart felt sour yet nostalgic. I couldn't help but press my lips behind his ear, gently kissing his skin. The person carrying me went rigid. He abruptly let go, dropping me. Flustered and angry, he shouted, "What are you doing?!" I instinctively stood up, forgetting my lie about the leg pain. Caleb stared at my perfectly functional legs, his face darkening. His voice was icy. "Is lying fun for you?" "Or is playing people just a game?" Crap. He's genuinely angry. I walked up to Caleb, trying to appease him. "I was wrong, don't be mad." Then, under Caleb's shocked gaze, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. He pushed me away violently. His handsome face was flushed red. His voice trembled with anger. "Are you crazy?!" I sat on the ground, looking wronged. "I was apologizing to you." "Who taught you to apologize like that?!" My future Caleb, of course! 2 I was reborn. In my past life, because my fiancé fell for Summer, I became consumed by jealousy. I bullied her relentlessly, trying everything to destroy their relationship. When I found out my fiancé broke off our engagement, my jealousy burned away my reason. I planned to drug his drink. I wanted to cook the rice so he'd have to take responsibility. But by a twist of fate, the person who drank the drugged wine was Caleb. In the dim room, the usually cold man turned into a savage beast. Ignoring my curses and pleas, he ravaged me. I tried to run away crying, but he dragged me back again and again. Finally, I fell unconscious. Even in my sleep, I found no peace. In my dream, I was on a small boat, drifting in endless darkness, rocking with the waves until dawn. When I woke up, I didn't dare make a sound. I could only grit my teeth and swallow the humiliation. Later, I found an opportunity to capture Caleb and lock him in my villa's basement. To beat him and vent my anger. In the basement, Caleb's hands were chained. His body was covered in whip marks. "You dog! Who allowed you to look at me like that!" Caleb had a spine of steel. No matter how I beat or scolded him, he maintained that indifferent face. His eyes were as black as the abyss, unsettling. He smirked, "I'm a dog, but you were still ridden by me." I trembled with rage. I slapped Caleb hard across the face. He puffed out his cheek, looking calm. My hand was red and stinging. I hurt myself hitting him. Furious, I drugged him and left him in the basement. Watching Caleb suffer on the monitor was the only thing that made me feel better. The boy's black hair was soaked with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, crazy like a trapped beast. The chains clanked as he pulled at them. Finally, he suddenly looked up, staring straight at me through the camera. That look terrified me. My heart skipped a beat. Then Caleb went still. I watched for a while, feeling uneasy. I didn't want to kill him, just teach him a lesson. I rushed to the basement to check on him. He was unresponsive, burning up with fever, completely passed out. Afraid he might die, I quickly unlocked his chains. Suddenly, Caleb, who was feigning unconsciousness, grabbed me. The beast revealed his fangs and claws, pinning me down and devouring me. I cried and apologized, shaking with fear, fainting in the suffocation and chaos. Caleb used me up and ran away. Not long after, I fell from being a billionaire heiress to a penniless nobody. My father died suddenly, and his illegitimate son appeared out of nowhere with a will, inheriting everything. I was kicked out of the Sterling family with a paternity test stating I wasn't my father's child. Years later, Caleb transformed from a poor boy into a business tycoon. He found me selling trinkets on the street. Like I had imprisoned him, he locked me in his estate as a canary. From struggling at first to completely giving up later, I accepted it. He was handsome, rich, and good in bed. I treated it as a free ride. Not a loss. He kept me for over a decade until he died in a shipwreck. When the lawyer read his will, I was shocked to find he left me an inheritance large enough to live lavishly for the rest of my life. The villa we lived in was also under my name. Six months after Caleb died, I missed him so much I couldn't sleep. For over ten years, his imprisonment seemed like revenge, but he treated me well. Aside from not letting me leave, he gave me the best of everything. I was the only one by his side. Because of me, he fought with his sister and barely spoke to her. I still lived in that villa, often staying in his study reading, because that was where he used to be. There, I accidentally found a familiar diamond hair clip. Freshman year of college, I went to a bar district looking for someone and got dragged into an alley by a drunk. A boy saved me. To thank him, I casually gave him this hair clip. I didn't know that boy was Caleb. It was dark, and I was too scared to notice his face. I threw the gift and ran. Caleb had kept this clip in an exquisite white box. Once, I saw it and asked, "What's that? You're staring at it so intensely." He looked at me, his tone flat. "A gift from someone I like." I mocked him, "Unrequited love, huh?" He looked at me deeply and said nothing. So, the person he liked was me. This repressed man, such a tough mouth. I developed severe insomnia. Only by hugging Caleb's clothes and smelling his scent could I sleep. I belatedly realized my own heart. I loved Caleb. I didn't cry when I heard of his death. I didn't cry at his funeral. But in the deep nights without him, I cried countless times. If I could do it all over again, I wanted to date him properly. 3 Caleb, flustered and angry after being tricked and kissed, turned to leave. I tragically discovered that this time, I really had twisted my ankle. "Caleb!" "My foot really hurts!" "It's true this time, look, it's swollen." Summer looked and confirmed, "Brother, her ankle is swollen." Caleb stopped walking away. He came back, looked at my ankle, and without a word, piggybacked me. He warned, "Touch me again, and I'll throw you into the lake." I nodded obediently. ... After that, my attitude towards Summer did a 180. "Sister" this, "sister" that. "Blair Sterling, I don't know you well, stop calling me that!" I forcibly dragged Summer shopping. Clothes, bags, makeup, skincare, jewelry—I bought a pile. When parting, I stuffed all the bags into her hands. Smiling, I said, "Just a little meeting gift from your sister-in-law." "Help me chase your brother, and I'll take care of you for life." Summer was conflicted. She tried to return the items. Painfully, she said, "I won't betray my brother!" I pulled out VIP tickets to her idol's concert. Her eyes lit up, and her last bit of hesitation vanished. "You are my real sister-in-law!" Having bribed Summer, I got all of Caleb's part-time job addresses. Whenever I was free, I went to find him. Impatiently, he asked, "What do you want?" "I'm chasing you, isn't it obvious?" Caleb looked at me coldly. "You see this? I'm poor and busy. I don't have time for your love games." Caleb worked at a bar on weekend nights. When he saw me, his face instantly darkened. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out. Sternly, he said, "Go back!" Of course, I didn't go back. "Agree to be my boyfriend, and I'll listen to you." He silently suppressed his anger. Leaving a "Suit yourself," he ignored me. But I knew he was secretly watching me, even asking colleagues to keep an eye on me. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Caleb was gone. Just as I was looking for him, the bar lights dimmed. The music stopped. Then the crowd screamed. Pink and purple lights lit up the center stage. Five boys in black pants and white shirts, eyes covered with black silk scarves, sat facing chair backs. Straddling the chairs, they moved their bodies slowly to the sexy music. I recognized Caleb, second from the left, immediately. I was shocked. The aloof and proud Caleb was dancing seductively for money. My eyes were glued only to him. Watching his hand glide up his long neck, gently rubbing. Then slowly sliding down. Finally, casually unbuttoning the top two buttons of his white shirt. Revealing exquisite, pale collarbones. This stimulating scene made me blush and my heart race. As the music peaked, the lead dancer ripped open all his buttons. His lean, muscular waist was fully exposed. The audience screamed deafeningly. I was just glad the four backup dancers didn't need to strip. Otherwise, I might have rushed onto the stage to dress Caleb. I never knew he could dance. Or that he was this financially desperate at this time. After the dance, there was a game. Those chosen by the spotlight could feed the lead dancer a lollipop mouth-to-mouth. Five people were chosen. I was the last lucky one. From being chosen to walking to the stage, I felt Caleb's gaze following me. Just as the lead dancer bent down to feed me the lollipop, Caleb suddenly appeared next to him. He pulled me over. One hand cupped the back of my head, feeding the lollipop he was holding in his mouth to mine. I instinctively opened my mouth. The sweet and sour candy spread in my mouth. Through the lace on his eyes, our gazes met amidst the screaming crowd. My heartbeat was like thunder. I was dizzy with sweetness.
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