After my lifelong rival lost his memory in an accident, I convinced him I was his girlfriend. He fell for it completely, handing over his bank accounts and letting me spend his money however I pleased. So, I spent my days blowing through his cash, and my nights secretly downloading confidential data from his corporate laptop. Just as I was preparing to take his innocence and flee the country, leaving him completely ruined, a string of text suddenly appeared floating in mid-air: [Little does she know, the big bad villain has been waiting for this exact moment for ages.] [He's been faking his amnesia this whole time just so he can finally sleep with her!] [Oh my god, the tension! He's literally burning up inside! Just do it already!] My hand, holding the glass of milk I had just spiked with sedatives, trembled violently. Should I still give it to him? 1 While I was agonizing over my next move, Elias Vance suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind. His deep, magnetic voice brushed against my ear: "Baby, what are you thinking about?" Before I could even respond, Elias noticed the milk in my hand. He smoothly took it from me and downed it in one gulp. It happened so fast I didn't even have a chance to stop him. Crap. For the past few months, under the guise of being a doting, caring girlfriend worried about his stressful job, I had been making him a glass of hot milk every night before bed. A glass of milk laced with a mild sedative. Once Elias was deeply asleep, I had free rein to access his laptop and steal highly classified corporate secrets. Elias was completely oblivious, genuinely believing I was just being sweet. It became a habit. Every night, he drank the milk I "lovingly" prepared for him. That was my plan for tonight, too. I wanted him to drink the spiked milk without suspecting a thing. I had everything perfectly planned. Elias was famously disciplined. Even after I manipulated him into moving in with me, he absolutely refused to cross any physical boundaries before marriage. For a man that rigid, losing his innocence to me—especially when he eventually regained his memory—would be a fate worse than death. But right as I was about to execute the final phase of my revenge, those bizarre floating comments appeared. I had no idea if the comments were telling the truth. While I was hesitating, Elias went ahead and drank the milk anyway. [LMAO, she probably has no idea the villain knows she's been drugging his milk this whole time.] [He drank it on purpose.] [This guy plays the perfect gentleman during the day, insisting on sleeping in separate rooms, but at night he's literally taking cold showers to keep from losing his mind.] I was still highly skeptical of the floating text. I decided to test the waters and see if Elias's amnesia was real or fake. I intentionally dropped a bomb: "Elias, let's break up." 2 Instantly, Elias's calm, relaxed expression vanished. He grabbed my hand tightly, as if terrified I was going to vanish into thin air. His tone was incredibly desperate and submissive. "Baby, are you upset because I haven't been spending enough time with you lately?" "If there's something you don't like, I'll change it, okay? Please, don't break up with me." Before his amnesia, Elias was notoriously cold and unapproachable. He showed zero interest in women and displayed the emotional range of a glacier. Even if I stood right in front of him and cursed him out, he wouldn't even bat an eye. He would never act like this. It seemed like his amnesia was genuine. The comments were clearly lying. But the next second, new text popped up. [Tsk, tsk. Don't let his pathetic act fool you. If she actually tries to run, he wouldn't hesitate to handcuff her to the bed.] [Hehehe, considering how many cold showers he takes, if he finally gets his hands on her, she probably won't be able to walk for three days.] [She has no idea he secretly had custom chains made just for her.] [I live for this dark, obsessive romance trope! Yes!] I instinctively took a step back, and by pure coincidence, caught a fleeting, dark, predatory gleam in Elias's eyes. He took a step forward, backing me into a corner. Only then did I realize how incredibly tall and physically imposing he was. The physical proximity was suffocating. I was trapped against the wall. I had put a heavy dose in that milk. It worked fast. Within minutes, the corners of Elias's sharp eyes flushed a deep, feverish red. He looked incredibly, dangerously alluring. Even though I despised him, I had to admit, he was exactly my physical type. He leaned in, his hot, heavy breath brushing against my neck. His large, slightly calloused hand gently guided mine down toward the hem of his shirt. He was making me touch his abs. The very same abs he used to violently forbid me from going near. The texture was incredible. Hard as a rock. His voice was hoarse as he coaxed me: "Baby, please don't break up with me." "You can touch me wherever you want." [Look at those abs! Elias is so...] [This is making me sweat! Just do it already!] [I am begging you, please sleep together right now!] 3 This version of Elias was honestly significantly more endearing than the old one. At the very least, I had never seen him look this desperate and vulnerable before. For a moment, I completely forgot about the comments claiming he was faking his amnesia, and just internally celebrated my victory. Even if he was faking, I had still forced Elias Vance to bow down to me. My lifelong dream had finally been realized. But then I remembered the part about him meticulously plotting all of this while pretending to have amnesia. He was far too calculating. I needed to quit while I was ahead. So, I gently coaxed him into letting go of me, and then bolted for the study door. Just as I grabbed the doorknob, the comments returned. [Sigh. As much as I want them to hook up right now, the plot has to move forward.] [Poor thing doesn't know that the second she walks out that door, she's going to get hit by a speeding semi-truck and die, which triggers the villain's ultimate descent into madness.] My hand froze on the doorknob. I slowly turned around and looked at Elias's broad shoulders and narrow waist, partially obscured by the shadows of the room. He seemed to be violently suppressing something. The memory of those rock-hard abs flashed in my mind. You know what? Maybe I should just ruin his innocence right now. 4 I didn't know if the comments were telling the truth, but I wasn't taking any chances. I had worked my ass off to steal his corporate secrets; I hadn't even had the chance to use them yet. I wasn't about to die now. I decisively walked back to Elias. Under his utterly shocked gaze, I reached up and kissed him. I never expected Elias, who always acted so cold and untouchable, to have such incredibly soft lips. His eyes glazed over as I aggressively tugged at his collar, messing up his perfect shirt. The sharp, defined lines of his muscles shifted with his ragged breathing. He looked absolutely stunned, almost as if he couldn't believe it was happening. His voice trembled as he asked: "Chloe, why did you come back?" I was instantly furious that he used my real name. It reminded me of the very first time I lost to him academically. I was so angry, I pointed a finger at him and yelled, "Elias Vance, just you wait!" "I, Chloe Sterling, will beat you one day, and you're going to admit defeat!" That was the very first time Elias ever actually looked at me. He smiled. Even though his face was usually a mask of ice, his smile was devastatingly handsome. I was momentarily dazed, and when I snapped out of it, he delivered the most infuriating line ever: "So your name is Chloe Sterling." I was so incredibly insulted. I had considered him my ultimate rival. I studied until I bled, desperately trying to beat his test scores, and he didn't even know my name?! From that day on, I officially declared him my mortal enemy. Whenever he was near me, whenever he spoke, I made sure to aggressively insult him. This went on for so long that one day, he rubbed his temples and asked me, sounding incredibly exhausted: "Chloe, do you really hate me that much?" Why is he calling me by my first name? Are we friends?! I just got even angrier. So, when he got amnesia and I tricked him into thinking I was his girlfriend, I strictly forbade him from using my name. He was only allowed to call me "Baby." Because whenever he used my name, I got so mad I couldn't even stay in character. I was just about to bite him and demand he stop using my name when... A massive wave of comments flooded my vision. [Why did she go back???] [This isn't how the plot goes! Did the author rewrite the chapter?!] [Whatever, I'll read anything at this point. But it would be even better if they actually slept together.] [Yes, write it, write it! Feed us!] [If the dark, villain-era Elias knew she didn't actually die, he'd probably cry his eyes out.] Amidst the chaotic, thirsty comments, I finally spotted one that actually made sense. I don't know if I was imagining things, but I swore I saw a flash of moisture in Elias's eyes.
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