After my sugar daddy was exposed as a fake heir, he was driven to slit his wrists in a basement by the true heir, the richest man in the city. I stole the sugar baby contract I had signed with him years ago, planning to tear it up and run. Suddenly, countless glowing comments began scrolling across my vision. [The female supporting character is a gold-digger just as expected. Her running away now perfectly clears the way for the female lead's baby.] [After leaving the male lead, she'll find a psychopathic sugar daddy and be tortured to death. If she knew the male lead only needed six months to make a comeback, surpass the Sterling family to become the youngest billionaire, and become a legendary couple with the female lead and their baby, she'd probably come back to life just out of sheer anger.] My hand trembled, and I ripped the contract completely in two. Without time to think, I rushed into the bathroom and saw Elias already bleeding from a cut on his wrist. I threw myself at him, grabbed his arm, and cried with zero regard for my image. "Baby, don't die! If you're gone, who else is willing to keep me? I still want to renew our contract!" His gloomy gaze fell on the torn contract pieces, and he spoke softly. "Is that so?" 1 "You were only with me for the money to begin with, and now you see how it is." His eyes moved mechanically across the dark, damp basement. His usually rosy lips had turned pale. I covered his bleeding wrist, but blood still dripped onto the floor. "I've been kicked out of the Sterling family, forced to hole up in this cheap basement. I can't even support myself, let alone you. So just go, I don't blame you." The fine hairs on my back stood on end, and I couldn't suppress a shudder. I had been with Elias Sterling for eight years. To outsiders, he was the gentle, refined heir, but only I knew he was a venomous snake wearing human skin, someone who held grudges and exacted revenge for every slight. He said lightly that he didn't blame me, but the hand hidden behind his back was already clenched white. I was half-skeptical about the bizarre comments floating in my vision, but my instinct for danger made me decide quickly. I absolutely could not leave. Otherwise, before I could be tortured to death by some psycho, Elias would play me to death first. I decisively leaned forward and blocked his pale lips with mine. Elias took control, kissing me until I was nearly breathless. Finally managing to push him away, I panted, picked up the torn contract from the floor, and ripped it into tiny shreds under his astonished gaze. I cupped his face and said earnestly, "Baby, I don't want to be your mistress anymore." A flash of desperate, murderous intent crossed Elias's eyes. The comments were also full of derogatory remarks about me. [I thought the female supporting character had a change of heart, but she's actually here to stab the male lead in the back. Just wait. Abandoning the male lead now means when she begs him for help while being tortured later, he won't even spare her a glance.] [Once the female supporting character leaves, the female lead will rush in and save the male lead, kicking off his epic comeback story of face-slapping revenge.] I ignored the filthy words, my voice light and soft, carrying an imperceptible nervousness. "I know saying this now might make you angry, but I can finally reach you now. So, can I be your girlfriend?" Elias's eyes widened slightly. Before I could wait for his response, my vision suddenly went black. Just before losing consciousness completely, I saw one last sentence. [So what if she regrets it? Not following the plot will only result in her own suffering.] A surge of anger swelled in my heart. Following the plot meant I was supposed to go die, didn't it? On what grounds? There seemed to be a fire in the darkness, constantly burning me. I ran and ran desperately, finally opening my eyes. Sitting up abruptly, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, drenched in cold sweat, my internal organs aching. I couldn't help but groan. A cold hand pressed against my forehead, and Elias's tone was full of lingering fear. "Chloe, are you feeling better?" Pain tormented me every second. Having been with Elias for eight years, he had truly given me everything I asked for, never letting me suffer the slightest injury. He had long since spoiled me, and I couldn't help but cry and fuss, "It hurts, it hurts so much." He stood up helplessly and ran out to find a doctor. The doctor gave me an impatient look. "If you don't have money for tests, hurry up and discharge her. Don't take up a bed here. What can we do if she's uncomfortable? No money, no treatment." Elias growled angrily, "Give her the best tests, I have..." His voice cut off abruptly. His usually straight back slumped, and he kept his head down, not daring to look at me. The doctor scoffed, "Just leave. If you stay any longer, you won't have anything left on you to use as collateral." Only then did I notice that the pinky ring on his finger was gone. Ignoring the pain, I bolted upright, grabbed Elias, and pulled him outside, comforting him incessantly. "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much as long as I'm with you. You're my painkiller now, babe. You really can't abandon me." A scalding teardrop fell onto our joined hands. Elias said hoarsely, "Okay." I curled my lips into a slight smile. I wasn't lying. 2 [The male lead chose to take the female supporting character to the hospital and missed the female lead. The plot can't develop at all.] [The plot's punishment intensity has also decreased. No wonder she can still get out of bed and walk. With the original punishment intensity, going against the plot now would make her wish she were dead.] [Actually, I kind of ship them. A fallen sugar daddy and a loyal canary, it's pretty rare, okay.] I hid the dark glint in my eyes, searching for a way to survive from the fragmented words. Although I would be punished for going against the plot, as long as Elias chose me without hesitation in the end, the plot couldn't proceed, and the punishment would weaken, perhaps even disappear? The key was Elias's love. I turned my head to look at the once arrogant prince following behind me, carefully holding my hand. My eyes curved into a smile as I spoke, "Babe, now that you're my boyfriend, you'll work hard to make money and give me the life I had before, right?" "I definitely will." He spoke with certainty, full of promise. [Why does it feel like the male lead went from sugar daddy to the female supporting character's lapdog?] [Wait until the male lead goes out to work, gets humiliated and degraded, and then the female lead saves him from his misery. Their relationship will heat up rapidly. That's the most important plotline.] [It's just missing the first encounter; it won't stop them from falling in love. The female supporting character shouldn't get too smug. She should go find her next sugar daddy early.] I didn't stop Elias from going out to work. Pain tormented me constantly; I could only rely on sleep for relief. He came back exhausted every day, the knees of his formerly pristine clothes covered in dust. I learned from the comments that he went to find a friend from his old circle, Carter Vance. That guy looked down on his fake identity but also coveted his business talent. So, Carter resorted to torturing him with trivial matters. The once-proud man knelt on one knee to shine someone else's shoes. Carried heavy five-gallon water jugs up twenty-six flights of stairs to replace them in every room. Stood in the break room for three hours, making coffee for everyone in the company. Carter even made Elias clean the bathrooms. I smelled the pungent scent of bleach on him. But even so, the first look I saw when he came back was still a smile. He put down the groceries he bought and hugged me immediately. "Are you feeling any better today?" I opened my eyes groggily and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. "I feel much better after a hug from you." "So hungry, I want to eat." Elias skillfully took the groceries to cook. I propped my head up, enjoying the comments' meltdown. [He used to take three showers if he got even a hint of cooking grease on him, and now he spends every meal in the kitchen just to cook for the female supporting character.] [The male lead gets so happy he loses his mind over a single compliment from her. She really knows how to act cute. Saying 'you're my painkiller' gave me goosebumps.] I rolled over. And that's not all. After dinner, Elias will do my laundry, clean the room, and finally give me a full-body massage. He won't start on the work he brought back until I fall asleep. As long as he's home, any slight movement from me is treated like a major event. Like right now. Elias, wearing an apron, crouched beside me. "Is it uncomfortable turning over? Do you need me?" I affected a dramatic tone. "I need you to kiss me." He laughed and pressed a kiss to my lips. The hands that used to sign billion-dollar contracts gently massaged my temples. The restless pain in my body eased somewhat. I narrowed my eyes contentedly and directed him to massage my shoulders. A harsh ringtone interrupted, and Elias paused before answering the phone. He frowned and spoke apologetically, "There's a problem at work, Chloe, I have to go out. Leave the dishes on the table after you finish eating, I'll wash them when I get back." I watched him leave. The comments exploded. [Carter has had his eye on the male lead for a long time. Calling him out tonight isn't about work at all, it's a trap to break his pride and rape him. Thank god the female lead is there to save him. The scene I've been waiting for is finally here! The couple I ship is about to appear!] [After tonight, the female supporting character will be kicked to the curb. I've been sick of her pretentious act for a long time.] 3 My spirit surged. I forced myself up through the pain, chasing after Elias to intercept his destined night with the female lead. Following the hints from the comments, I stood at the entrance of the club and sneaked in while the bouncers weren't looking. The deafening music made my pain worse. The very center of the club's main floor was the most crowded. Looking through rings of people, I spotted Elias being pinned to the floor. Carter was using the toe of his shoe to forcefully grind Elias's face into the ground. There was broken glass everywhere, piercing deeply into Elias's body. Blood mixed with alcohol spread out, creating a complex smell that made my stomach churn. "You still think you're the prince? You're just a fake. Being kicked out means you're nothing. If I didn't throw you a bone, you'd still be begging on the streets right now." "I just asked you to do a striptease for us. You can kneel to shine shoes, why act so high and mighty now?" Carter wore a sleazy smile, pinching Elias's face until it was red. He was notorious in their circle for swinging both ways. I never expected him to target Elias. "You must be tired lately. As long as you soften up a bit and play nice with me, I can give you money and power." Elias's chest heaved violently, glaring dead at him. "Spit." He spat a mouthful of blood onto Carter's face, which earned him an even more vicious beating. Carter wiped his face furiously, jumping up and down in rage. "Break all four of his limbs! Strip him naked and hang him from the ceiling. Let's see how long he lasts without food or water." The bodyguards raised their stools and smashed them down hard. Elias let out a muffled groan, swallowing back a scream. My eyes turned red. Forgetting the plot entirely, I grabbed a fruit knife from a nearby table and charged in, swinging wildly. "Let us go! Or none of you are leaving here alive." I had never been this close to danger; my voice couldn't stop trembling. Carter was startled back a few steps by my crazed appearance. He narrowed his eyes, then a look of realization dawned on him, and he started laughing. "So it's Elias's little bird, Chloe. She's still willing to stick with him even when he's broke. Quite the loyal whore." His lecherous gaze darted around. "I've played with men and women, but never a pair of lovebirds together. Found something new today." "Be my mistress, you won't get less than what you got with him." The moment he finished speaking, the veins on Elias's forehead throbbed. He suddenly lunged up from the floor, grabbed the knife from my hand, and plunged it straight toward Carter's eye socket. "Don't you dare touch her!" But Carter had strength in numbers. The bodyguards swarmed forward, pinning Elias down and kicking and punching him. Carter rolled on the floor in agony, screaming, "Doctor! Get a fucking doctor! Flay Elias alive, I want him to wish he was dead!" I tried in vain to shield Elias, but someone kicked me away. I crashed into a table behind me, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The punches landed solidly on Elias, but he seemed completely numb to them. He only began to struggle violently when he saw me cough up blood. His bloodshot eyes locked onto me, mouthing silently, "Run." [Even though I knew this part was coming, it's still hard to watch the male lead like this. This incident leaves an almost indelible trauma on him. He completely relies on the female lead's love to get through it.] [As expected of Carter, the guy who tortures the female supporting character to death. I want to go in there and kill him myself.] In my daze, I saw that comment. Resentment and anger flooded my brain. Why should I die at the hands of a scumbag like this? What gives him the right to bully Elias like this? I picked up a piece of broken glass from the floor and charged at the unprotected Carter. Amidst his frantic roars, I plunged the glass deep into his neck. The spurting blood covered my head and face. A delicate shout halted the chaos, "Stop! Whoever dares to hurt Elias Sterling again, I will make them pay the price." It felt like fireworks exploded before my eyes. The comments cheered. [The male and female leads finally meet! The plot is finally on track.] Overwhelming pain swept through my entire body, draining all my strength to resist, and I slowly crumpled to the ground. I used all my strength to turn my head and look at Elias. Only to see a flash of awe in his eyes. 4 That delicate shout felt like needles pricking my skin. I lay paralyzed on the sticky floor. Through my blurry vision, I saw a woman in a white dress walking quickly toward us. The hem of her dress brushed over the broken glass but didn't pick up a single speck of dirt. Behind her followed over a dozen bodyguards in black suits, who instantly pinned down the men beating Elias. "Elias, are you okay?" The woman crouched down, her voice so gentle it could wring out water. She reached out to help Elias up. I recognized her. She was Mia Harper, the female lead the comments kept talking about, Elias's future "legendary love." But Elias jerked his head away, avoiding her hand, and struggled to crawl toward me. He had barely propped up half his body when Mia's bodyguards pressed down on his shoulders. "This lady is severely injured. Save her first." Mia's tone was undeniable, but her gaze was locked straight onto Elias. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." [The female lead is finally doing her thing! This is a true goddess—beautiful, strong, and kind-hearted.] [The male lead is definitely moved. Look, he's stunned! The female supporting character can get lost now.] The joyous celebration in the comments stabbed my eyes like needles. I saw Elias swallow hard, and the look he gave Mia indeed contained the awe the comments mentioned. It was an instinctive yearning for a "savior," a thirst for light in his darkest hour. My heart sank to the bottom. My hand, gripping the bloodstained shard of glass, trembled slightly. "Don't touch her," Elias said suddenly. His voice was hoarse but firm. "Save Chloe first." The smile on Mia's face stiffened for a second, but she quickly reverted to her gentle demeanor. "She's lost a lot of blood; I've already called an ambulance. But you're hurt worse; you need to be treated first." She reached out to support him again but was violently pushed away. "I said, save her." He struggled over to me, ignoring his own wounds, and carefully pulled me into his arms. The broken glass dug deep gouges into his palms, but he acted like he couldn't feel the pain, just wiping the blood from my face over and over again. "Don't be scared, Chloe. I'm here." Just then, a group of people burst through the back door of the club, led by Carter's cousin, Derek. He saw Carter's body on the floor, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Elias! Chloe! You killed my cousin! None of you are leaving here today!" Mia's bodyguards immediately surrounded us, but Derek's men were all armed with steel pipes, clearly prepared. "Ms. Harper, this has nothing to do with you. Be smart and get out of the way!" Derek spat, his gaze darting between me and Elias. "My cousin said he wants this pair of dogs to wish they were dead!" Mia frowned and stood her ground. Her bodyguards shielded us, but they didn't initiate an attack. I instantly understood. The "saving the male lead from his misery" the comments talked about was never unconditional. She was waiting. Waiting for Elias to ask her for help. Elias tightened his grip around my shoulders. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath weak but resolute. "Chloe, hide behind me." He was about to get up when I grabbed his shirt tightly. "No..." I used my last bit of strength to speak. "Don't leave me." [The female supporting character is so annoying! The male lead could easily team up with the female lead to solve this, but she has to drag him down.] [Derek is famously ruthless. The female supporting character is going to get the male lead killed too!] 5 Derek and his men charged forward. The dull thuds of steel pipes hitting the bodyguards rang out. In the chaos, a pipe swung toward Elias's back. Without thinking, I flipped over to shield him. Bang. A searing pain shot through my back. My vision went black, and I nearly passed out. Elias's pupils contracted. He scrambled backward, holding me, a fierce, unprecedented violence churning in his eyes. He grabbed a steel pipe from the ground and swung it viciously at our attacker. The man screamed as his arm instantly deformed. "If anyone dares to touch her, I'll kill them!" He fought like a feral beast, his eyes red, losing all his former gentleness. Mia stood to the side, watching Elias fight desperately for me. Her expression slowly darkened. She suddenly raised her hand, signaling her bodyguards to stop. "Derek, your cousin's death was his own fault, but you hurt my people. This debt needs to be settled." Derek hesitated for a moment, then sneered. "So Ms. Harper is getting involved? Elias is just a fake heir. Is he worth offending the Vance family for?" Mia didn't answer. She simply walked slowly over to Elias and handed him a handkerchief. "Elias, wipe the blood. Leave the rest to me." Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for refusal, but her eyes held a trace of subtle scrutiny. Elias didn't take the handkerchief. He just watched her warily. At that moment, I felt a bizarre, searing heat from the wound on my back, as if something were trying to burst out. The comments suddenly started scrolling frantically again: [The plot's corrective force is activating! The female supporting character is too badly hurt; she won't last long!] [The male lead MUST accept the female lead's help, or they'll both die here!] [Look at his hand! He's reaching for the handkerchief! The plot is back on track!] I stared intently at Elias's hand, watching him hesitate as he raised it, almost touching the pristine white cloth. And Derek, taking advantage of his distraction, suddenly pulled a dagger from his waist and thrust it toward my heart. "Kill this bitch first!" Elias's eyes widened in horror. It was too late to block it. I closed my eyes in despair, but then heard a sharp clink. When I opened my eyes, Mia was standing in front of me. The dagger had pierced her arm, and blood instantly stained her white dress red. "Ms. Harper!" Elias cried out. Mia held her wound, but a victorious smile played on her lips. "Elias, do you believe me now?" Looking at the wound on her arm, I suddenly remembered a comment. Every "sacrifice" the female lead made was designed to trap the male lead's heart. The pain in my back grew agonizing. I saw how Elias looked at Mia and suddenly realized that in this battle against the plot, I might have lost from the very beginning. Just then, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance. Derek's face changed, and he turned to run. Mia's bodyguards immediately gave chase. Elias was about to help me up when Mia grabbed him. "Elias, my wound hurts. Could you take me to the hospital first?" Elias looked at her bleeding arm, then down at me, hanging on by a thread. His eyes were full of conflict. I looked at him and suddenly smiled. The blood spilling from my lips stained his shirt red. "Baby, go." He whipped his head around, a panic I had never seen before in his eyes. And right at that moment, a glaring sentence popped up in the comments: [The female supporting character is dying; forced plot correction! The male lead will leave with the female lead. The female supporting character will be arrested as a murderer by the police, facing life in prison!]
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