To secure the ten-billion-dollar prize pool, I spent three years desperately trying to woo the billionaire heir. But at our engagement party, he abandoned me without a second glance to pick up his "first love" from the airport. "I’m sick of looking at a fake woman like you. Now that Bella is back, count yourself lucky if I even let you stay as a trophy wife." Realizing this billionaire heir was a blind, misogynistic dog, I filed a strong protest with the System. As compensation, the System gave me three "Golden Finger" cheats: Blood of Morpheus: A single drop works better than the strongest sedative, capable of instantly calming the heir's bipolar episodes. The Miracle Bone-Setter: A guarantee that no matter how bad a car crash the heir gets into, he won't end up an amputee. The Fertility Goddess: A constitution so fertile that anyone who isn't sterile will hit the jackpot on the first try. "With these, you can definitely crush that pick-me girl and win the heir's heart!" the System cheered. What a joke. A trash lid belongs on a trash can! Why would I use these gifts on him when I could use them on the powerful entourage standing behind him? Later, when his "first love" staged her umpteenth fake fall to frame me, and the heir prepared to explode with rage, the Butler—whose insomnia was cured by my gift—stepped in. He pulled up the 360-degree, 4K ultra-HD security footage to prove my innocence. 1 "Scarlett, how could you push Bella? I told you she's just a childhood friend, we don't have that kind of relationship..." Caleb Sterling's tirade was cut short as the giant monitor on the wall replayed our interaction. The 4K Dolby Vision quality clearly showed that while my hand was still four inches away from Bella, she suddenly shrieked "Ouch!" and threw herself onto the floor, accusing me of shoving her. "So, who pushed whom? Is it clear now?" "It looks like a setup." The maid voiced what everyone was thinking. Caleb’s face shifted as he turned a questioning gaze toward Bella. "Is that true, Bella?" But she had already come up with an excuse. "Scarlett threatened to push me! I was so scared I fell backward..." As expected, Caleb didn't disappoint. He immediately turned back to me. "Scarlett, I knew you were vicious!" "Apologize to Bella right now, or I will never forgive you!" He even moved to physically force me down. But before Caleb could get within three feet of me, Alfred, the head butler, executed a perfect intercept, pulling Caleb back in front of the monitor. "Young Master, don't be hasty. Why don't we listen to the audio before deciding on the culprit?" He pressed play. The video synced with high-fidelity audio, and Bella's voice rang out clearly: "Scarlett, a hundred of you couldn't match a single finger of mine in Caleb's heart." "Believe it or not, if I scream that you pushed me, Caleb will force you to kneel and apologize." Bella’s mind raced. "Impossible! I whispered that! How could it be recorded? This is faked!" "Miss Bella, are you claiming the audio is fabricated?" I didn't even need to speak. Alfred adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and produced a certificate. "This is a recording device used in professional studios. It captures the sound of a mosquito's wings. If you accuse this equipment of being fake, the manufacturer will sue you for defamation." Bella's face turned the color of a bruise. She decided to just cry and deny everything. Caleb, easily swayed, turned his anger onto the butler. "Alfred! How much did Scarlett pay you to stage this frame-up against Bella?" Alfred adjusted his glasses again. "It is my duty to maintain the stability of this household." "Fine! You dare lie to me? You're fired! Get out!" At this, Alfred’s stoic mask finally cracked. He rolled his eyes—a move that nearly gave Caleb an aneurysm—and said: "My employers are your father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. You do not have the authority to terminate my employment." "Fine! You're using my mom to scare me? I'm calling her right now to see if she believes her son or an outsider!" "Please do. I will also be forwarding the unedited video and audio of today's events to Mrs. Sterling." Bella, who had been enjoying the drama, panicked. She grabbed Caleb’s hand. "Caleb, let's just drop it. I think Scarlett is just jealous of our closeness and wanted your attention." "I... I shouldn't disturb you two anymore." She made a graceful exit, which was actually a frantic escape because she was terrified of Caleb’s mother—the iron-fisted CEO of the Sterling Group. Caleb immediately chased after her in his wheelchair (from a previous racing injury), but not before glaring at me. "You chased Bella away. If this happens again, I won't forgive you!" As if I was the villain. 2 I was speechless. After Caleb left, Alfred walked up to me. Breaking his professional code, he whispered: "Miss Scarlett, you are a good person. I believe you should be more... selective in your choice of a partner." He was basically saying dump the idiot. I knew. Caleb was bipolar, addicted to dangerous street racing, and carried his mother's genetic difficulty with fertility. Only a blind woman would want him. But that was exactly why the system reward for conquering him was so high. Three years ago, the System bound me to Caleb. If I married him, I'd get ten billion dollars. I spent three years being the perfect partner, winning over everyone in his family except him. And when Bella returned, all that progress was about to be wiped out. Thank god I had a backup plan. I smiled warmly at Alfred. "Alfred, do you still have enough of that medicine?" Alfred relaxed into a genuine smile. "I do. It works wonders. Just a drop allows me to sleep through the night, giving me the energy to clean up the Young Master's messes..." I told him to ask for more whenever he needed it. Inside my head, the System was fuming: [I gave you that sedative blood to treat Caleb's bipolar episodes! Imagine, every time he has an episode, you calm him down. Eventually, he'd be grateful! Feelings grow from dependency!] I ignored it. I gave two drops to the butler, and look—he installed a 4K anti-slander defense system for me. What has Caleb ever done? I know the difference between a high-yield investment and a sunk cost. Ignoring the System's nagging, I continued my life of luxury while Caleb was away. The next day, I went shopping. I tried on clothes, went to pay, and the card was declined. While I stood there confused, an annoying voice came from behind. "Scarlett, Caleb told me you don't do any real work and just swipe his card. I didn't believe him, but... calling you a 'trophy wife' is being nice. Isn't this just gold-digging?" "You're giving women a bad name." Bella scolded me with her mouth, but her eyes were glued to the Black Card in my hand with greedy desire. Beside her, Caleb looked at the pile of clothes on the counter and sneered. "Bella is right. I've been too lenient. I raised you until you forgot your place." "Starting today, I'm cutting you off. Learn to stand on your own two feet!" He loudly announced he wouldn't pay a cent. Bella covered her mouth in mock shock. "Caleb, isn't that too cruel? A girl like Scarlett... without your supplementary card, how will she pay? These are luxury goods. Even if she washes dishes here, it would take years to pay off." Caleb scoffed. "Good. Let her learn that the money in this family belongs to me, and only I have the right to control it." Behind them, Bella's clique of mean girls giggled. Just then, a crisp electronic chime cut through their laughter. Payment Successful. The sales clerk handed me the beautifully wrapped bags. "Thank you for your patronage, Miss Scarlett." Caleb froze. "Where did you get the money?" 3 Bella's eyes darted around, and she immediately fabricated a lie. "Caleb, check your phone! Did she steal your banking info?" She turned to me accusingly. "Scarlett, swiping someone's card without permission is theft. You could go to jail. A thief can't be the Lady of the Sterling House!" Caleb marched forward and snatched the card from my hand. He looked at it, puzzled. "This isn't my card..." Of course not. "That is my salary card." Before the System bound me, I was a high-level executive at a multinational firm. Even after getting engaged to Caleb, I never quit. I worked remotely, managing projects and earning millions a year. Furthermore, the Black Card Caleb used didn't even belong to him—it belonged to his mother. If we're talking about leeches, he's the parasite, not me. "Can I have my card back now?" Caleb looked embarrassed, but Bella doubled down. "You're just a girl from a common family. How could you have such a high-paying job? You must have used Caleb's family name to get it." "That money isn't yours. It belongs to Caleb." Caleb immediately straightened up, latching onto her logic. "Bella is right. Until we investigate whether this money is illicit income gained through my family's influence, I will hold onto this card!" He pocketed my card without letting me speak. I laughed in disbelief. "If Bella told you the sky was green, would you believe her? If she said you were a pig, would you oink?" Caleb's face darkened. "You dare insult me?" "Scarlett, you're just angry because I exposed the truth," Bella smirked. "Exactly," Caleb sneered. "This card definitely contains illegal funds. But Bella pleaded for you. Since poor people like you lose their minds over money, I'll give you a chance to win it back." "Race me. If you win, you get the card." I didn't argue. The card was in my name; I could just call the bank and freeze it. But as I reached for my phone, the System chimed in: [Don't miss this chance! Caleb is destined to crash in this race and shatter his legs. That is when you use the Bone-Setting Golden Finger! If you heal him, his opinion of you will skyrocket!] I paused. I hung up the phone. "Fine. I'll race." Caleb looked surprised. Before he could speak, Bella interjected, sensing an opportunity. "Just betting money is boring. Let's add stakes. If Caleb wins, on the 5th of next month, he has to take me to Disney World for the whole day!" Caleb agreed instantly. "Anything for you, Bella." He had completely forgotten that the 5th of next month was our wedding day. 4 Bella was provoking me, but I played along. "Sure. Take him for a week for all I care." "You... you agreed?" Bella was stunned. Caleb smirked. "Fine. 8 PM. Dead Man's Curve. Don't be late, or kiss your card goodbye." I nodded. As they walked past, Bella whispered, "You've never raced. Aren't you afraid of dying? Or are you planning something?" "Who said I'm driving?" Bella looked panicked. "I knew you wouldn't give up Caleb that easily!" She ran to tell Caleb. He glanced back at me, declaring he would never lose. At 8 PM, he arrived in his heavily modified supercar. When he saw me pull up in a standard Mercedes sedan, he froze. "You're racing me in that? Even if you hired a pro... wait. Uncle Ethan? Why are you driving?" Caleb, Bella, and the crowd were stunned. "Ethan Sterling? Isn't he crippled in one leg? He drives a modified car for the disabled. Scarlett is throwing the race!" Caleb realized what was happening. "Scarlett, you're despicable. You think bringing my Uncle Ethan here will make me go easy on him out of respect? Racing is sacred. No mercy." I leaned against the railing. "I didn't ask for mercy. Ethan is racing you." Before Caleb could retort, Ethan spoke from the driver's seat. "I'm racing. I need to make sure you don't kill yourself." Caleb exploded. "You're a cripple and you look down on me? I'll leave you ten corners behind!" He jumped into his car. Bella started the countdown. "Go!" Caleb's car shot forward like a rocket, leaving Ethan's Mercedes in the dust. He got faster and faster. "Caleb is going for the record tonight! He's amazing!" Bella cheered, casting a triumphant look at me. "Scarlett, you lost. Looks like I'm stealing your groom on your wedding day." CRASH! A massive explosion of sound echoed from the mountain pass. "What happened?" "Caleb crashed!" "Rescue team! Go!" Bella turned pale. I jumped onto a parked motorcycle and sped up the mountain before anyone else. When I arrived, Ethan was already dragging his bad leg, trying to pull Caleb out of the wreckage. I helped him. Caleb's upper body was fine, but his legs were a mangled mess of blood and bone. Ethan's face was grim. "He might lose the legs." Ding. The System prompted: [Plot Event: Caleb's Broken Legs occurred. "Miracle Bone-Setter" item issued. Use now?] I nodded without hesitation. "Use on Ethan!" [Healing complete... WAIT! Why did you use it on the Uncle?!] 5 "Oops," I said flatly. "Slip of the tongue. What do we do now?" The System went berserk. [I gave you that to heal Caleb! Now his legs are ruined! You can't get the item back!] I almost laughed. "Oh no. Is Caleb going to be a cripple forever?" Just then, Caleb woke up. He looked down at his mangled lower half and screamed. "No! My legs! Help me! I can't be a cripple!" Bella arrived, shrieking. "Caleb! Hold on! Don't listen to her, we'll find a way..." Caleb passed out from the shock. Bella turned on me. "This is your fault! If you hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have driven so fast! If he dies, I'll destroy you!" I picked my ear. "You better pray he doesn't wake up and faint again from looking at himself." "Besides, he challenged me. He drove the car. How is this my fault?" The System finally realized what I was doing. [Host, you did that on purpose.] I ignored it. [Think carefully. If the target goes insane or becomes useless, the mission fails! The penalty for failure is Erasure!] That made me pause. Damn System. I forgot about the death penalty. If I fail to conquer Caleb, I get wiped from existence. It's forcing me to follow the script. Do I really have to save this idiot? The paramedics arrived. Bella pushed them around, crying, "Be gentle! He's hurt!" The medics shoved her aside to work. Awkwardly standing there, Bella turned her fire on me again. "Scarlett, how can you be so cold? Caleb got hurt for us! Why aren't you sad? You're rubbing salt in the wound!" "What use is being sad? I didn't ask to race. He did." Bella choked. We followed the ambulance to the hospital. While Bella performed her grief drama, I watched Ethan. Under the influence of my "mistake," his leg was miraculously healing by the minute. He looked at me with a complicated expression. I ignored him. I was busy trying to figure out how to not die.
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