I tried to conquer the male lead ten times, but each time I failed because of his best friend, Caleb Pierce. The eleventh time, I was already married to the male lead. I just needed to get pregnant and give birth to succeed. Caleb appeared again. He told the male lead that everything was my meticulous calculation. The male lead quickly separated from me and hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. That night, I hired someone to kidnap the culprit, Caleb. He knelt before me, his hands tied behind his back. Although bruised all over, his gaze was still haughty. I sneered, lifted his chin with the toe of my shoe, and stepped on his face. I feared you ten times. This time, it's your turn to fear me. 1 Even while kneeling, Caleb's back was straight. His clothes hung in tatters from the whipping, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The moment I lifted his chin with my toe, his chest heaved violently, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. "What's with that look?" I sneered, stepping on his shoulder to push him down. The old wooden floor made a loud creak, and he fell heavily, defenseless. The next second, I stood up and stepped on his lower abdomen: "Who allowed you to look at me?" He looked straight at me, expressionless, but the mockery in his eyes was unmistakable. I moved my foot down two inches, stopping abruptly, looking at him playfully. "Stop!" The face that had been expressionless for eternity finally showed a crack. His voice was tense, carrying a hint of imperceptible endurance. "Stop—" I dragged out the ending note innocently and stepped down hard, "But I didn't tell my foot to stop." Caleb's face was solemn, his voice trembling, and his breathing began to get heavy: "Let me go. I won't pursue this." "Let you go?" I moved my foot away, watching Caleb curl up, "Can you walk out like this?" "How about I help you wash up before sending you out?" His eyes were bloodshot, his bound hands struggling desperately, legs unable to move in time as I sat on him. "You have to take off your clothes to shower." I tapped his belt with my finger, "Should we take off the pants first," then touched the buttons on his chest, "or the shirt first?" The intervals between his breaths became longer, his eyes glazed over as if he lost the ability to think. I relaxed my vigilance, unexpectedly he kicked his legs up violently. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Caleb took this opportunity to move towards the door, trying to stand up against the wall. I was faster than him, pouring all the prepared saltwater on him. He didn't even utter a cry of "pain," a tough bone indeed. So what? Looking at Caleb crawling on the ground like a drowned dog, I grabbed his head, and with a chop of my hand, he quickly lost consciousness. Such a tall man was troublesome to handle. Tying him to the bed cost me half my life. Only after locking all the doors and windows did I drive away with peace of mind. Now, I'm going to win back the male lead. 2 Caleb and I were originally two lines that never intersected. But ten times, ten times trying to conquer the male lead, every time success was imminent, because of Caleb, the momentum of victory plummeted. The first time, Caleb invited the male lead to dinner, and the male lead met the destined heroine and dumped me. The second time, I drove the male lead to Caleb's place, encountered a car accident on the way back, and died on the spot. The third time, before confirming the relationship with the male lead, I offended Caleb first and was sent abroad by him to do hard labor. Several times after that were also because of him, my conquests all failed, and no matter what I tried, I couldn't avoid him. Caleb is the type of person I fear most: good background, good looks, strong personal ability. The most terrifying thing is that he has no weaknesses and cannot be threatened. The male lead becomes a loyal follower as soon as he meets him. If Caleb says go straight, he won't turn around. During the fifth conquest attempt, the male lead took me to meet Caleb. Caleb looked at me like trash, warning the male lead not to bring any cats or dogs over casually. I knew he looked down on me, so I walked around him and never got close to him. Unexpectedly, this time Jason Reed and I were married, but he actually wanted Jason to divorce me. Jason, stupid as a pig, actually believed the so-called evidence he gave, accusing me of having ulterior motives and finding a lawyer to negotiate with me. I admit that conquering him was my mission, but my love for him was real. In every conquest, I only had eyes for him. For him, I racked my brains to plan the perfect first meeting, tried hard to meet his ideal standards, never wore the same outfit twice on dates, and even did group assignments for him in college. After all the hardships, asking me to divorce? Impossible. My informant told me Jason was packing at home now. I dared not delay for a moment and drove home. "Jason, what exactly do I have to do for you not to doubt my sincerity?" Opening the door and seeing Jason walking out with a suitcase, I hugged his waist regardless of everything. "Sasha, don't be willful." He didn't stroke my hair like before, and there was a hint of warning in his words. "Just a few pieces of paper from Caleb, and you sentence me to death?" I buried my head in his chest, "I love you. Even if I schemed, I just wanted to be with you." "Sasha, when feelings involve too much calculation, they change." He mercilessly pried my fingers apart, "Also, I don't like you talking about Caleb." Then he strode away. When he loved me, he kept the video call on even when sleeping for fear of my loneliness. When he didn't love me, he left me alone in an empty house. It's all Caleb! If not for Caleb, I would have succeeded long ago. Calculating the time, three hours, Caleb should be awake. 3 Fortunately, I arrived in time. One of Caleb's feet had already broken free. I sneered twice and slapped him: "You broke my bed." Caleb really had delicate skin; half of his face swelled up high. I pulled his foot over and retied him, slapping the other half of his face hard: "Now it's balanced left and right." He was silent as a clam, not making a sound. "Speak." I squatted by the bed, "Doesn't it hurt?" I poked the corner of his bleeding mouth. He still didn't make a sound. "It doesn't matter." I didn't care, leaning closer, letting my black hair brush against his ear, cheek, and neck, "Caleb, you will beg me." He kept his eyes tightly closed and ignored me. I shrugged, moved a chair to sit beside him and play on my phone, also placing a water clock by the bed. Watched movies for two hours, back ache, stood up to move around. Glancing at the person on the bed resting with eyes closed, I smiled, seeing how long you can last. Another movie, another two hours, the person on the bed couldn't hold back. Without the movie sound playing externally, the sound of the water clock became clearer. Caleb's brow furrowed slightly, breathing becoming irregular. I glanced at him again, corners of my lips slightly hooked. Another half hour passed, and the expected voice sounded: "Sasha Lin, let me go." "What did you say?" I stood by the bed, "I didn't hear." "Let me go." His body was already twisting, but he couldn't see it himself. "Let you go to do what?" I asked again. "You know." Veins popped on his forehead, the sound of struggling hands became intense. "I don't know." I was still playing dumb. "Sasha Lin!" His voice became more and more serious, "Let me go, let's pretend this never happened." "Beg me." I felt myself getting excited. "Sasha Lin!" His calmness no longer existed, like a beast losing its mind. I watched his frantic look coldly, looking exactly like how he viewed me as an ant during the third conquest. "Beg you." He finally admitted defeat. "What did you say?" I asked. "Beg you." He closed his eyes resignedly. I knew not to push too hard, smiling like a flower: "Okay, I promise you." After speaking, I turned to leave. "Sasha Lin!" He was anxious, "Why haven't you untied me?" "Untie what?" I looked innocent. "You promised me." "Yes, I promised you." I said indifferently, "What did I promise you?" He was stunned, not knowing how to speak. I laughed: "Since I promised. "I won't look. "Help yourself." 4 Originally I just wanted to scare Caleb, didn't expect his psychological defense line to be broken so easily, lying on the bed like a dead person, breathing faint. When I changed his clothes just now, he didn't even struggle. "Caleb?" I called his name. His eyes were dull, seeming not to hear. "Shall I untie you?" I said again. He still had blank eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Oh my god, did he become stupid? I untied one of his hands, he didn't react, so I untied another. His feet were still tied, I wasn't afraid of what he would do to me. But he still lay on the bed motionless. I started to panic, first reaction was to flee quickly. As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood (where there is life, there is hope). At worst, start another conquest, there's still a chance anyway. Too late to lock doors and windows, I hurriedly drove away. Once home, packed luggage, bought the earliest flight out of City A, and settled in a border town. For a whole month, except for Jason calling me to go back for divorce, nothing else happened. I contacted my informant, asking if there was any big news in City A recently. The informant sent me a question mark. Before I hinted again, the informant sent a message saying the only big event was the Pierce family increasing overseas investment, with the head of the family personally overseeing it. Isn't the head of the Pierce family Caleb? Seems he didn't become stupid. I breathed a sigh of relief, then raised my heart to my throat the next second—he will definitely settle accounts with me. The system urged me to speed up the conquest. The progress bar had been stagnant for a month. At the same time, it told me bad news: if this conquest fails again, the request to "return to the real world, resurrect Grandma" will no longer be fulfilled. I asked the informant if he could find out how long Caleb would be abroad. The informant replied, at least a year, at most three to five years. Without Caleb's obstruction, I could complete the mission in half a year at most. Then discuss with the system again. Maybe by the time Caleb returns, I would have already returned to the real world. Wealth is sought in danger. I immediately booked a flight back to City A to continue my mission. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off the plane, I was taken away by a group of people. The man who was said to be abroad was now sitting in front of me. Only this time, the person kneeling became me. 5 Subordinates all left, leaving only Caleb and me in the huge room. He played with the lighter in his hand. The flame went out and burned, burned and went out, just like my electrocardiogram. Thinking again, just a paper person (fictional character), what's there to be afraid of? Fear vanished instantly. I raised my head to look down at him, a faint smile on my lips. "What are you laughing at?" He stopped turning the lighter, eyes filled with doubt and a bit of madness. "Who allowed you to sit?" I questioned him. Instantly, his chest rose and fell, throat making a clear swallowing sound. "Kneel." I ordered. The next second, Caleb knelt on the ground like a robot, face flushed, shaking like a sieve. Even if haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs run (seen it done before). I seemed to be doing something extraordinary. "Untie me." I continued. His eyes became cold, with a hint of pain and unwillingness. "Be good." I said hoarsely. In a few sentences, the positions of Caleb and I changed again. 6 I was ecstatic inside. Jason is Caleb's loyal follower. Caleb now obeys me. Success in the conquest is just around the corner. Touching Caleb's soft black hair, I slapped him twice without hesitation: "Who allowed you to tie me up?" He suddenly acted like an aggrieved Golden Retriever, pulling my hand to blow on it for me. I shook it off immediately: "Don't touch me." He knelt there at a loss, lips opening and closing for a long time: "I didn't let them tie you up." "Caleb." I leaned close to him. He was visibly happy, cheeks tinged with light red, "I don't like you being stubborn." His face turned pale, head lowered, not speaking. "I don't like your silence either." I said again. As soon as these words came out, Caleb looked up abruptly, eyes actually filled with tears: "Don't dislike me." "Then you have to be good." I gently touched his swollen cheek, "Does it hurt, Cal?" He took the opportunity to grab my hand, releasing it under my stern gaze: "Doesn't hurt." I knew well the tactic of a slap followed by a sweet date: "But my heart aches." "Don't heartache." He struggled with how to call me. I touched his cheek: "Call me Sasha." He lowered his head shyly then raised it quickly, like a child stealing honey, eyes unable to hide joy: "Sasha." "Good boy." I pulled up his hand, "What reward do you want?" "Can Sasha kiss me?" He closed his eyes nervously, eyelashes trembling. I kissed his forehead hastily, not missing the trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes. "Sasha, don't go." I stood up intending to leave. Today's main task was to find Jason. Wasted too much time here already. Caleb was anxious, but I didn't let him get up, so he could only kneel. "Count to one hundred and eighty seconds before getting up." Looking at his eager eyes, I smiled and said, "I like obedient Cal."
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