My husband planned to throw me to the lions in Africa so he could swallow my $20 million fortune whole. But he never expected that the lions wouldn't eat me—they actually let me pet their heads! What broke him even more was that the cannibal tribe complained my makeup made me taste "toxic" and refused to eat me, setting their sights on his "premium marbling" instead! In this meticulously planned "black widow" scheme, who is the real prey? 1 That day, my husband, Liam, and I were vacationing up in the rural Midwest when we got separated. He was holding my purse, which had my phone in it. I'm clumsy, easily scared, terrible with directions, have bad eyesight, and tend to speak without thinking. Someone like me without a phone might as well be completely helpless. Liam was practically crying with panic, terrified that I had been kidnapped by human traffickers and would spend the rest of my life trapped in some remote mountain holler. He looked for me for hours and almost called the cops. Right then, he got a call from an unknown number. A gruff voice asked, "Hey buddy, is your wife named Chloe Vance?" Liam was overjoyed and quickly said yes. The next sentence sent chills down his spine. "She's with me right now. You better hurry." Liam panicked and begged, "I'll give you whatever you want! Please, don't put her in a car without plates, don't take the backroads without cameras, and whatever you do, don't traffic her deep into the mountains where there's no cell service!" The guy on the other end let out a hearty laugh. "Then you better hurry up, or it'll be too late." What made him even more miserable was hearing me scream through the phone: "Liam! Where the hell are you?! Hurry up and come get me!" Following the address provided, Liam sprinted over, only to see me surrounded by a group of burly men. He cried, "Baby, are you okay?!" I told him I was fine and that we needed to thank these nice guys. I explained that I was terrified, so I quietly asked the guy next to me, "Excuse me, sir, could I borrow your phone to make a call?" But I couldn't remember Liam's number. Fortunately, before we left, he made me memorize it just in case I got lost. His number was easy: 555-0199-01XX. I just couldn't remember the last two digits. The guys were incredibly helpful, dialing numbers one by one. Seeing this, the other guys joined in to help too. Thank God we tried so many combinations, and we finally got the right one. Liam wanted to treat the guys to dinner, but they said they had to hit the road and didn't have time. We watched them drive away into the wind. Afterward, I asked Liam if I was smart. He smiled indulgently and said, "Baby, you are so smart. Do you want to go to Africa next month to see the big lions???" 2 Liam's last plan hit a slight snag. He thought he could leave me in the rural Midwest to get trafficked, pulling off the classic "marry the rich heiress and inherit everything when she 'disappears'" routine. He didn't expect me to proactively ask for help, ruining his scheme completely. However, it proved one thing: the rumors about human traffickers in that area were completely false! This time, he arranged a trip to Africa. He wasn't going to fail again. The plane slowly descended over Africa. Through the window, the endless, sprawling continent came into view. Vast savannas, winding rivers, and faintly visible herds of wild animals. Liam's heart raced with excitement. He was grinning so hard he could barely suppress it. Once the plane landed, Liam gently shook me awake. I had been sleeping soundly on his shoulder, my breathing steady, my long eyelashes casting a soft shadow on my face. I was beautiful, but the $20 million in my bank account was what truly captivated him. "Baby, we're here," he woke me up gently. I rubbed my eyes, groggy. "We're here? Africa?" He nodded with a smile, his eyes seeming to say: Yes, we're here. Your final destination. Stepping off the plane, I looked around like a curious child. He followed closely behind, pushing the luggage cart, his eyes scanning the arrivals area intently. To ensure this mission was a success, Liam's boss had specifically assigned him a partner, posing as a taxi driver. Finally, he spotted him in the crowd—Samuel, an elite hitman of mixed descent. Samuel subtly made a throat-slitting gesture. It was their secret signal. "Baby, our ride is here. Let's go," Liam said gently. I gave a small "Oh" and obediently got into the car. As soon as I got in, my chatterbox mode activated, and I started talking to Samuel. When I found out he was a local, I got even more excited and started babbling a bunch of incomprehensible sounds. Both Liam and Samuel froze, asking what language I was speaking. I smiled proudly. "I'm speaking Swahili! I just learned it on the plane! How is it? Is my accent good?" Liam looked completely bewildered and immediately glanced at Samuel. Samuel, living up to his reputation as an elite hitman, reacted instantly. In broken, heavily accented English, he replied, "You... speak very well. But here, we speak English." I instantly deflated. I was hoping to show off to a local, but it turned out we needed to speak English. My English wasn't great to begin with. This was a total failure. But Liam was so sweet. He immediately comforted me. "It's okay, baby! I speak English, and I'm fluent! With me here, don't worry, you definitely won't get lost this time!" To make me feel secure, he had me recite my phone number again. "555-0199-01... oh gosh, look at my stupid brain, I forgot the last two digits again." I opened my mouth in dismay. He looked absolutely ecstatic, continuing to comfort me. "It's fine, baby! Last time you forgot three digits, this time you only forgot two! You're already doing so much better!" I smiled shyly. "Am I really that good?" He kissed my forehead, speaking with infinite tenderness: "Yes, you really are amazing!" But honestly, even if I could remember my number, what good would it do? My phone didn't have an international roaming plan. I couldn't make a call anyway! What made him even happier was that his boss had booked us a luxury desert tent resort. Upon check-in, the hotel staff repeatedly warned us absolutely not to go outside at night, as there were prides of lions roaming the area. "Oh? Lions at night?" He smiled smugly. He was definitely thinking: This is going to be easier than I thought! Liam turned to me. "Baby, do you want to see the big lions outside the tent tonight?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! I even want to feed them myself!" Finally, he couldn't hold back a loud laugh. "Feeding the lions is a great idea! You definitely have to do it yourself! You have to get right up close and personal!" 3 However, when he went to find me that night for a late-night snack, he discovered I was completely gone! There was only a single slipper and a few drops of blood on the floor. He was dumbfounded. He hadn't even prepared to make his move yet! Did I just voluntarily go feed the lions myself??? Liam frantically knocked on Samuel's door, anxiously asking where I went. Samuel looked equally confused, scratching his head, saying he didn't know and assumed I had been with Liam the whole time. Liam froze, a suspicion creeping into his mind: Did Samuel go behind my back and make a move early? But Samuel vehemently denied it. As an elite hitman, he valued professional ethics above all else. He would never act without Liam. Liam believed him. If Samuel didn't even have basic professional courtesy, how could he be ranked as an elite hitman? Liam rushed out of the room, yelling my name into the night: "Chloe! Chloe! Where are you?!" However, the only response was the low, terrifying rumble of a lion pride in the distance. Startled, he immediately jumped back inside the hotel, ran to the front desk, and yelled in his fluent English: "Help! My wife is missing! Help me find her!" The hotel staff panicked immediately. A group of them grabbed stun batons and ran out to start searching. Normally, the outdoor lights at the desert tent resort were kept off at night, but now they were all flipped on, illuminating the campsite as brightly as day. The group began searching the perimeter, but there was absolutely no sign of me. He was in complete hysterics now, screaming: "Chloe! Where are you?! Come out! Chloe!" His shouting woke up the other guests, who began stepping out of their tents. He asked everyone he saw: "Have you seen my wife? She's 5'5", has a great figure, very beautiful, but not very smart. Have you seen her?" The guests shook their heads, saying they hadn't seen me. He continued shouting, his voice echoing across the vast, empty savanna, sounding incredibly tragic. Soon, the local police arrived and joined the search. Hours passed, and still, they found absolutely nothing. By this point, Liam was sobbing uncontrollably, while subtly giving Samuel a look out of the corner of his eye. Samuel discreetly gave him a thumbs-up, praising his incredible acting skills. The group was preparing to call off the search for the night, saying they would resume at daybreak. Before leaving, they comforted him: "Don't worry, she's definitely going to be fine." Liam cried and replied: "Thank you. I'm sure she's... passed on... fine!" Just as the police were getting into their cars to leave, he pulled out his phone, preparing to report the "success" to his boss. Suddenly, a familiar laugh echoed from the distance. He looked up and was completely dumbfounded—I had appeared! I was covered in sand, my hair was a mess, but I ran over giggling, holding a thick tree branch in my hand, looking like I had just returned from an adventure. "Chloe?!" he yelled in disbelief, looking like he had seen a ghost. I ran up to him, dusted the sand off my clothes, and said cheerfully: "Honey, why are you crying? I just went out to feed the big lions!" "Feed the lions?!" His eyes widened, his voice cracking. "You... how did you feed them?! The lions didn't bite you?!" I proudly waved the tree branch in my hand. "I used this like a giant cat teaser wand! They were so well-behaved, they even let me pet their heads!" He was completely stunned. His brain was a chaotic mess. This is wrong. This is completely wrong! How could I possibly return completely unscathed from a pride of lions? Right then, Samuel walked over and whispered to him: "Bronze-tier Liam, something isn't right here. How could the lions possibly let her pet them?" Liam nodded, suspicion taking root in his mind: Did she know about my plan all along? Or... is she not the 'idiot' I thought she was? 4 The next day, according to the plan, Samuel drove an open-top safari Jeep to take us out to see the lion prides on the savanna. Liam gave Samuel a questioning look: [This time, it has to be foolproof, right?] Samuel returned the look: [Don't worry, Bronze-tier Liam. My plan is meticulous.] Liam seemed relieved, putting his arm around me as we admired the beautiful savanna scenery. I leaned against his shoulder, saying excitedly: "Honey, it's so beautiful here! Look over there, there are so many pretty sheep!" He smiled and nodded. In his head, he was definitely sneering: Yeah, it's beautiful. Soon, your corpse will be even more beautiful, blending perfectly with nature! The Jeep drove deeper and deeper into the pristine savanna. I asked, sounding a bit worried: "Is it going to be dangerous? I heard there are a lot of wild beasts out here." He patted my shoulder, comforting me: "Don't worry. With me here, even if an elephant charges us, we'll be perfectly fine!" I smiled sweetly. "It's so good to have you here." Just then, a herd of antelopes sprinted past in the distance, followed closely by a herd of frantically galloping zebras. Then, several lions appeared in our line of sight, actively hunting. Trailing behind them was a pack of hyenas—often jokingly called the "proctologists of the savanna" for their brutal hunting methods. This was raw, primal nature you only ever see on the Discovery Channel! I started screaming in pure excitement, grabbing Liam and yelling: "Wow! This is so thrilling! Look at that lion, it's running so fast!" Liam started screaming too, but not because of the lions. He was screaming because several hyenas had surrounded the Jeep, looking up at us. One of them was even trying to jump onto the vehicle. "Samuel! Drive! DRIVE!" he roared like a madman. Samuel frantically tried to start the car, but the engine simply wouldn't turn over. Sweating profusely, he yelled at me: "Stop screaming! Look down at the car!" I looked down and cheerfully waved my hand. "Hi, little doggies! How are you?" Liam almost passed out, shooting me a vicious glare. More and more hyenas were gathering around. They were baring their teeth, their eyes vicious. They were clearly starving. Just as the first hyena was about to jump onto the Jeep, Samuel finally managed to start the engine and floored it, peeling out of there. Liam slumped back into his seat, patting his chest. "That was close. One second later, and those 'proctologists' would have given me an involuntary surgery." I, on the other hand, wasn't panicked at all. I was even waving goodbye to the hyenas. "Bye-bye, little doggies! Bye-bye! We'll come see you again tomorrow!" Once the Jeep was well out of the lion pride's hunting territory, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Samuel was also covered in cold sweat. With an unusually serious expression, he turned to me. "Earlier, you absolutely should not have been screaming while the lions were hunting. It easily attracts other predators." I rubbed my hands together, looking incredibly pathetic. "I'm sorry... I was just cheering for the zebras to escape, and rooting for the lions to get their meal." Liam and Samuel exchanged a look. The exact same thought crossed both their minds: What kind of psychotic logic is this woman operating on? Samuel leaned close to Liam's ear and whispered something. It sounded like he was saying: "When that first hyena was about to jump up, you really should have pushed her out, and then we could have driven off. We're deep in the savanna, nobody would ever know." Liam's face clearly showed shock. He was definitely thinking: He's right! Why didn't I think of that?! He looked at Samuel with admiration. Truly worthy of the title Elite Hitman! They communicated with their eyes, deciding to find an opportunity to strike tomorrow. While they were discussing how to execute me tomorrow, I leaned over and asked them cheerfully: "Honey, what are you guys talking about? Are you talking bad about me?" Liam quickly shook his head, forcing a calm expression. "No, no. We were just discussing where to go tomorrow." I blinked innocently. "Can we go see a primitive indigenous tribe? I heard they're really cute too!" He and Samuel exchanged a look, wild joy erupting in their hearts: There's a cannibal tribe deep in this savanna! My heart was erupting with even wilder joy: Yeah, there's a cannibal tribe deep in this savanna, but who ends up eating who is still up for debate. 5 In the morning, Liam thoughtfully ordered room service for breakfast. I put on a full face of gorgeous makeup and wore a slip dress that exposed most of my back. Then, I ate the entire breakfast until I was completely stuffed. He smiled and nodded, his eyes never leaving me, as if he were admiring a piece of art that was about to be destroyed. "Baby, you look so beautiful today. Come on, eat some more. As much as you want. You're going to be hungry all day today." I knew exactly what he meant. He wanted me to expose as much skin as possible so the cannibals would be interested in me. He wanted me to eat a lot so the cannibals would have a full meal. Hahaha, he was so incredibly thoughtful and considerate towards the cannibals! How sweet! In the car, Samuel drove, Liam sat in the passenger seat, and I sat in the back, happily taking in the scenery. Liam kept looking back at me. His eyes held a complex mix of emotions, primarily a twisted sense of joy, as if saying: Goodbye, my dearest wife. The car drove deep into the savanna, wandering aimlessly, before finally parking on a grassy hill. Samuel looked at the map, muttering, "This is right. It should be right here." Liam leaned over, grumbling, "What's going on? Weren't they right here last time?" I stood up, grabbed my binoculars, and looked around. The area was wide open, and there wasn't a single soul in sight. They were getting frustrated and anxious. I decided to give them a helping hand! I pulled a megaphone out of my bag and shouted: "Cannibal tribe, where are you?! I brought you some food! Come out!" Liam and Samuel stared at me in absolute shock. Their faces practically screamed: This bitch really knows how to get things done! Soon, a few tribesmen decorated in body paint appeared in the distance. They stopped a short way away, looking left and right cautiously. "That's the cannibal tribe!" Samuel whispered, a trace of excitement in his voice. Liam nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up. He could practically see the finish line. We got out of the car. The tribesmen surrounded us, eyeing us with wary suspicion. I cheerfully waved my hand. "Hi! How are you guys?!" Then, they swarmed us. They completely surrounded us and, with extreme "enthusiasm," escorted us into their village. Liam and Samuel were instantly dumbfounded. Wait, we agreed you were only supposed to eat her! Why are you taking all of us?! I looked excitedly at the thatched huts in the village, pulling out my phone and snapping selfies non-stop. "Wow! Honey, look! A barbecue grill!" "Wow! Honey, look! The cannibals know how to use knives!" "Wow! Honey, look! What are they sprinkling on that? Is that cumin and chili powder?!" Liam looked at me smugly, nodding repeatedly. He was definitely thinking: I'm going to let you experience a live-action roasting very soon. His eyes were sparkling, as if the $20 million was waving right at him. Finally, after a long wait, the tribal chief came out to see us. His eyes constantly scanned between the three of us. When his gaze landed on me, a look of pleasant surprise washed over his face, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed audibly. I felt a bit strange. I quickly turned to Samuel and asked, "What does that mean?" Samuel looked grim. He whispered, "Cannibal tribes prefer to eat young women. Tender skin, soft meat. You're on your own this time." I paused, finally realizing: Today, I'm wearing a backless dress. To the cannibals, I'm basically a beautifully packaged premium cut of meat! I instantly panicked and looked at Liam. "Honey, save me!" Liam looked helpless, but he couldn't completely hide the excitement in his voice. "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's just the three of us, and they have an entire village. We can't fight them. Let's be husband and wife again in our next life! Wuu wuu wuu." My heart instantly turned to ash. I was doomed. I knew I shouldn't have come here. Just as I closed my eyes, waiting for death... suddenly, the tribal chief waved his massive hand. I felt my entire body lighten. A sudden, unprecedented sense of relief washed over me. "Huh?" I opened my eyes and realized the cannibals had actually let me go. Instead, they were tying up Liam and Samuel!
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