While sitting on my sugar daddy's lap acting cute, I suddenly became self-aware of the plot I was in. I was the cannon fodder bedmate for several powerful young heirs in New York's elite circle, destined to die from exhaustion in bed. Terrified, I grabbed Liam's hand, which was roaming my waist, my voice trembling: "Maybe we shouldn't..." Liam was indifferent: "If we don't do it now, I'm going to the airport." Today was the day his adopted sister was returning to the States. I asked tentatively: "Are Cole and the others going too?" Liam sneered: "They can go if they want. I hope they get run over on the way." I was thrilled. With the beloved "White Moonlight" returning, I wouldn't have to die in this bed! 1 Liam wasn't angry that I rejected him. He just lowered his eyes and gave me a lazy, dismissive glance. Thinking about his adopted sister's return must have put him in a good mood lately. So, he simply got up, grabbed his phone, pushed open the suite door, and left. He didn't look at me again. I stared at his tall, lean back. In the original plot, this is where things went wrong. Not only did I sleep with Liam, but I got carried away and went too far. It made Liam miss picking up his adopted sister from the airport. Liam was worn down by me and agreed to stay, so Cole and the others went to pick her up instead. They even went to a hot spring resort together. And that very night, Liam's adopted sister, Chloe, accepted a confession from one of the other guys. Then Liam went crazy and blamed everything on me. Later, Chloe broke up with that guy. Liam became pathologically obsessed with Chloe on one hand, while tormenting me in bed on the other. Just when I couldn't take it anymore. Cole, the only heir in that circle who hadn't had an improper relationship with me, descended like an angel. He gently and calmly pulled me into his arms, "You shouldn't be treated this way. Be with me." And then... Cole was even more of a fucking psycho! In the end, my two-timing was exposed. That night, in bed, can only be described with one word: Despair. Honestly, I was completely broken. If someone in the underworld asked: How did you die? I'd answer: I was f***ed to death. ... Damn, that's too horrifying! Even if I have to die, I refuse to die in such an incredibly humiliating way! I absolutely will not follow the original plot. Starting right now, I'm going celibate. The love stories of these rich heirs and heiresses have absolutely nothing to do with me. I just want to survive. I sniffled and went to look in the mirror. A necklace around my neck, bracelets on my wrists, and even an anklet. Although wearing so much was a bit tacky, they were all sparkly, and I really liked them. If I hadn't become self-aware, I probably would have acted just like in the original plot: arrogant, spoiled, and overly confident because of the favor shown to me. After all, in my eyes, Liam truly spoiled me. Because of his indulgence, I overestimated my place in his heart. Normally, if other pretty girls got even a little close to him, they were chased away, and he would just hold me and smile lazily. So I didn't know that his adopted sister was the only one truly special to him. And I was just a distraction he was somewhat satisfied with. I even used to throw my weight around in front of those other heirs, relying on Liam's backing. Thinking about it now, they probably thought I was ridiculous. Just a plaything, yet so full of myself. 2 Liam's usually empty Instagram feed featured a photo for the first time. It was a group photo with Chloe. Liam must be really happy. He didn't miss it like in the original plot. My eyes uncontrollably fell on the center of the photo. Brown, slightly wavy long hair, the woman wore a red maxi dress, heels, and a bright smile. The powerful young heirs I saw as golden boys and masters of the universe looked like obedient, well-behaved little brothers next to her. From beginning to end, they belonged to the same world. A sour feeling spread in my heart. I silently turned off my phone. Then, I started packing my bags. Some bags, some jewelry... I planned to sell them. Then, use the money I saved to buy a small, first-floor apartment in my hometown, plant some flowers, and take care of a garden. That was my childhood dream. But later, the glitz and glamour wrapped me up so tightly. And I forgot. After packing. I dragged my suitcase to a hotel, slept until I naturally woke up, and then leisurely strolled down to the hotel's public lounge area. And then I spotted a few familiar silhouettes. I froze instantly. And immediately turned around. Only to be stopped by a smiling voice: "Maya? Why are you leaving without saying hi when you see people you know?" Several pairs of eyes locked onto me at once, making my skin prickle like needles on my back. That obnoxious flirt, did he really have to have such sharp eyes? I wiped my face, forced a difficult smile, and turned around: "Hi, what a coincidence!" My eyes met Liam's. He tilted his head back slightly, downing the liquor in his glass in one gulp. He didn't say a word. Instead, it was Cole who smiled slightly, his voice magnetic and calm: "What brings Ms. Price here?" Oh, interrogating me about why I'm at a hotel? I haven't even asked what several men and one woman are doing at a hotel together. I also smiled: "Waiting for my boyfriend." The air went silent. Only the smooth English pop music played in the background. Liam gave me a cold glance and poured himself another drink. Right, in front of Chloe, he and I were always strangers. Chloe's beautiful almond eyes narrowed slightly, "You all know each other? Aren't you going to introduce us?" Still silence. Because no one knew how to introduce me. After all, I never had an official title, not even as their friend. I didn't want to make a fool of myself any further, so I said: "You guys carry on, I'm going to head out." I turned and walked a few steps before a pair of cool hands grabbed my wrist. A pair of captivating, flirtatious eyes leaned in close to my face. "Maya, come hang out with us." That obnoxious, big-mouthed flirt. He had just called me out, and now he wouldn't let me leave. He used to be like this too, forcibly dragging me out to party. If I didn't play along, he'd say I didn't love him, only for me to end up watching him—Julian—flirt and drink with other beautiful women. Seeing my lack of reaction, he blinked. Then softened his tone: "Maya, why don't you bring your boyfriend along too?" I remained expressionless. Julian's face was handsome in a different way from the others; he had a knack for bewitching people. Callous yet incredibly charming. He knew his physical advantages and was accustomed to using his face to get what he wanted. Just like right now. His high nose bridge gently brushed against my cheek, and he whispered: "But Maya, we've been to this hotel before. Staying here with your boyfriend... won't that make you think of me? Or perhaps, you don't actually have a boyfriend?" I took a step back. Julian smiled, the end of his sentence light as a feather: "Hmm?" A sticky, oppressive feeling. I stared at him steadily for a few seconds. I hated Julian's know-it-all attitude. I raised my hand and slapped him. The sound was loud and crisp. He turned his head slightly, a red handprint blooming on his pale skin. "Stay away from me." I took a napkin and wiped my hand. "You're dirty." 3 After returning to my suite, I felt bored again. If nothing unexpected happens tonight, Chloe is going to get confessed to. But with Liam here this time, will the confession be successful? Maybe two guys will compete to confess. Then we'll see which one Chloe graces with her favor tonight. Wait. I sat bolt upright in bed. The young heir who confessed to Chloe in the original plot... I didn't see him tonight. And shouldn't they be at a hot spring resort? Why are they at a hotel? I pulled out my phone and opened the chat with that particular heir. Our last conversation was half a month ago. [Where are you?] I asked. A few seconds later. [?] Then he sent an address. A freaking library. I was shocked. Why was this deviating from the plot? I sent him the hotel address. [Hurry, your future wife is here, quick, quick, quick.] If you don't hurry, the wife that was originally yours will be gone. Even though they were going to break up later, I just couldn't stand seeing Liam take advantage of the situation. [Okay.] he said. About ten minutes later. [Open the door.] I stayed silent for a few seconds, typing slowly: [Whose door?] He didn't reply. Then I heard a commotion outside. The suite had great soundproofing; if I could hear it like this, it must be really loud. I pushed the door open. Liam stared straight at me: "Why is he here?" I turned my head numbly and met another pair of dark eyes. Me: "...I don't know either." Liam turned his head coldly, "Got the wrong room?" The other guy: "..." Liam was already used to this. He frowned tightly, about to say something else. But he was called away by a phone ring. After walking two steps, Liam received a message. He returned with a very displeased look on his face, grabbing the guy next to him and dragging him away. "My sister told you to come too." Under my watchful eyes, the two tall figures left this floor. I paused, then closed the door. Well, everything is getting back on track. I didn't expect that a few minutes later, Liam sent a message, still as condescending as ever: [Why was he at your door?] Me: [Oh, he's the boyfriend I was talking about.] [.] Liam didn't believe it. [Wait for me tonight.] he added. [You aren't staying with your sister?] I frowned. Liam paused for a long time on his end before replying: [I don't need to stay with her. She has someone she likes.] I froze for a second. It seems that, just like in the original plot, Chloe and the late-arriving heir liked each other. Sure enough, those two words were sent to the wrong person. They weren't for me; they were for Chloe. I hugged a throw pillow. I'm so jealous. Jealous of being liked by everyone, respected by everyone. I expressionlessly texted Liam back: [Does that mean I need you?] Liam: [? Then who do you need, Julian? He's the same with all women, don't flatter yourself.] I paused, realizing something. He didn't know about what happened between me and Julian. He thought Julian leaning in tonight was just because he saw a woman and wanted to flirt... However, Julian, the playboy, really did treat every woman the same. I had self-awareness regarding this point. So. In Julian's eyes, the beautiful and capable Chloe was the only bright red rose among a bunch of ordinary flowers. Liam's rivals were far more numerous than he imagined. I let out a slow sigh. I suddenly received a message on Poshmark. A pink avatar. [How much is the bracelet?] I replied instantly: [20k, massive discount. Local pickup only.] [Can do.] The other side sent an address over. I stared at the address. [I'm actually here right now, sister.] The other side seemed very shocked: [What a coincidence. Should we meet in the lobby? Or the public bar?] I thought about it. If I were seen by Liam in a public area, he would probably kill me for selling the bracelet he gave me... I probably wouldn't get a moment of peace the entire night. [Sister, would it be convenient for me to come to your door, or you to mine for the transaction?] The other side quickly fired back a room number. We were on the same floor. I just knocked once, and the door opened. A casually slouched man leaned against the wall, wearing a bathrobe that exposed half his chest. He hooked the bracelet from my hand with a smile, wagging his index finger, "Little girl, are you lost?" Me: "..." "Psycho." I cursed, trying to grab it back, but got pulled into the room instead. Julian leaned down, asking lazily: "Why are you selling off your belongings? Planning to make a run for it?" I paused, gritting my teeth: "None of your business." He showed no sign of anger from the slap I gave him earlier tonight, still wearing a smiling face. He even proactively explained, "This bracelet is a limited edition. A friend of mine has wanted it for a long time. You sold it too cheap." "A friend? More like a lover." I sneered, having him completely figured out. Julian raised an eyebrow, not denying it. He slowly pinched my chin. "What should we do, Maya? You delivered yourself right to my door." I turned my face away, my voice turning cold, "If I'm not back in my room in half an hour, the hotel robot will call the police." Julian let go regretfully, "Oh, half an hour really isn't enough." I couldn't stand it anymore: "Can you stop acting like you're so great? You're actually terrible in bed. Aren't you supposed to be a playboy? To be as bad as you are, you really have nothing going for you except your face!" Although his face was indeed incredibly stunning. The room fell silent. Julian was quiet for a moment, his tone sounding a bit hurt: "Really?" I answered stiffly: "Really." "So who is good in bed?" he threw out the question the next second. Me: "...You're the worst." Silence again. "Hearing you say that really hurts me." Julian sighed softly, grabbing my hand and pressing it against his chest. "My heart is crying." Even though I had heard these kinds of cloying words many times before, they still made my teeth ache. Despite his chest feeling quite nice, I silently pulled my hand back. "So, what's the market price for that bracelet?" "Around eighty or ninety thousand." Julian smirked slightly. I took out my phone and updated the price online. After modifying it, I waved it in front of him. "Pay up, pretty boy." After personally confirming Julian's payment and receipt of goods, I pushed the door open. "Pleasure doing business with you. Goodbye, pretty boy." The next second, I was locked in a staring contest with Liam, who was standing right outside my door. Julian even had the nerve to lean half his body out, his voice dripping with sweetness: "Make sure you dream of me tonight, Maya. I hope the me in your dreams gives you a better experience." Me: "..." Liam: "?" I awkwardly covered my face, "Haha, what a coincidence, hahaha." After saying that, I sprinted toward the door of my own room. I was grabbed by the back of the neck by Liam. He pulled me back with a dangerous smirk, "Care to explain?" I couldn't help but recall the miserable fate in the original plot after being caught two-timing. I involuntarily shrank back a little. I turned around. Julian, whose bathrobe seemed to be tied even looser now, leaned against the wall like he had no bones. Seeing me look over, he even waved, "Hi, we meet again, babe." Liam's face grew even darker. His almond eyes narrowed slightly as he cursed at Julian without holding back: "Stop acting like a f***ing slut every day." Julian feigned innocence: "You can't just get mad because my charm is greater than yours." Liam sneered, "Are those illegitimate kids of your dad's not keeping you busy enough? You have the free time to harass people here?" Julian lifted his eyelids, meeting Liam's gaze. "Don't end up losing out on the company shares," Liam lifted his eyes carelessly, "and not even having enough money to buy a girl dinner." Liam was pretty crazy. As far as I knew, many of the rich heirs were afraid of him, afraid that if he went crazy, he'd do things that hurt others a thousand times over, even if it cost him a hundred. Julian wore a smile on his lips, but his amber eyes turned flat, looking over without any emotional fluctuation. Liam pulled me into the room and closed the door. He scanned me up and down: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" I scratched my head: "No." Liam clicked his tongue, "Stay away from him. That guy is trouble." I nodded: "Okay." I added: "Then can you stay away from Chloe in the future?" Liam raised his eyelids, "What do you mean?" Perhaps it was the lingering resentment from the original plot, or perhaps it was my annoyance at Liam thinking he controlled all our relationships. I said lightly: "She doesn't like you anyway. Why humiliate yourself?" And in the process, dragging others down as collateral damage. He treated me as a plaything to be summoned and dismissed at will, but his feelings for Chloe weren't exactly pure and flawless either. Liam's thin lips pressed together, his dark eyes fixed intensely on my face. This was a precursor to him losing his temper. After all, the sister he loved was calling other men to sleep with her tonight, and he could only buzz around like a headless fly. It's understandable. Liam pinched my cheek, his voice slightly cold: "Julian looked at you a few more times, and your mind is wandering? Or did Cole calling you 'Ms. Price' tonight really make you think you're someone important?" Seeing me stay silent, Liam increased the pressure on his hand. He smirked coldly and sarcastically, "Including Ezra showing up at your door, that was my sister telling him to go find her, and he got the wrong floor." Liam callously told me: I was just a clown who thought too highly of myself and took myself too seriously among those arrogant heirs. I really didn't. I smiled calmly. Whether in my past life or in the original plot, the only place I took myself seriously was with Liam. And paradoxically, it was where I mattered the least. Just as I took a deep breath, about to throw Liam back outside. There was a knock on the door. A voice as clear as a mountain spring, not very loud through the thick door, drifted in: "Open the door, Maya." The heir who was supposedly called away had returned to stand outside my door. The message I received on my phone saying [Open the door], it turned out it wasn't sent to the wrong person. Realizing this, I opened my eyes wide in bewilderment. After a long silence, there were two more rhythmic knocks on the door, neither rushed nor impatient. The person knocking was extremely patient. The temperature around the man beside me plummeted almost to the freezing point. Liam pulled the door open, shattering the illusion I was trying to maintain that I wasn't there. The next second, Liam grabbed Ezra's collar, emphasizing every word: "Do you know whose door you're knocking on?" Ezra's face was calm: "I know, Maya." He seriously spoke my name. "Why aren't you at my sister's?" Liam demanded. Ezra frowned, "I came looking for Maya, from the very beginning." "Who told you to come?!" Liam roared, the veins on his temples bulging. "Do you know who she belongs to?" I spoke before Ezra could: "I told him to come. I'm the one who told him to come. Stop acting crazy, Liam." I paused, slowly starting to smile. "You act like you don't know me in front of your adopted sister, and now what right do you have to be here interrogating someone else?" Liam smirked fiercely, his eyes full of icy intent: "What right? The fact that the clothes on your back were bought by me. What, do you want to take them off?" I looked at him quietly for two seconds, my hand moving to the zipper on the side of my dress. "That's enough." Ezra pressed his hand over mine, using his other hand to make a phone call: "Send a few sets of clothes up." This hotel was owned by the Vance Group. No wonder Ezra knew my room number; he never went to the wrong floor from the start. 4 A sharp punch landed precisely on Ezra's pale face. Although Ezra spoke little, he wasn't the type to just take a beating. The dull thud of bone hitting bone made me stumble backward. The two fought fiercely. Even a passing robot concierge was kicked aside, falling crookedly to the side, beeping pitifully in its robotic voice. Until I had nowhere left to retreat, my shoulder pressed against a man's hard chest. A faint floral scent surrounded me as the man loosely pulled me into his embrace. As expected, Julian never missed a good show. The commotion had drawn him out. Julian at this moment seemed much more normal. I instinctively grabbed his arm. "Why are they fighting?" Julian chuckled lightly, "Because of you, Maya?" His voice trailed off like a little feather, very seductive. I didn't speak. It was probably because of Chloe. I didn't want to flatter myself again. Julian continued talking as if to himself: "If they keep fighting, it won't end until one of them is crippled today." My fingertips trembled slightly, and I reached for my phone to call the police. Julian's long fingers covered my phone. "If this ends up at the police station, they won't let you off easily." The Sterling family and the Vance family. Regardless of whether these two heirs were fighting over me or Chloe, if the two families pursued the matter, I would be the only one to suffer. My lips moved, and I managed to squeeze out: "...Make them stop." The two guys really looked like they wouldn't stop until they beat each other to death right here. Hotel staff and security were already gathered around, but without Ezra's order, they didn't dare to make a move. Julian lowered his face with a smile, "Alright, kiss me, and it's a deal." I gritted my teeth, just about to lean in. His index finger gently pressed against my lips, "If it's something that makes you uncomfortable, forget it." The next moment, he stepped forward with his long legs. This time Julian wasn't wearing a bathrobe. He had changed into a loosely fitted satin shirt, looking very much the part of a wealthy aristocrat. He leisurely took out his phone and aimed it at the two fighting. Me: "..." Julian's magnetic voice provided commentary for this scene: "As everyone can see, the two mad dogs currently losing their minds are from the Sterling family—" Liam's next punch immediately changed direction, smashing hard into Julian's face. Ezra stepped back a few paces, calmly turned around, took a few bags of clothes from the hotel staff, and handed them to me. His voice was slightly hoarse, but still sincere: "If you don't like them, I'll take you to buy more." I took them silently. Julian, who was standing beside me, wiped the blood from his mouth, lowered his eyes, and sneered, "Come again." Julian diverted the fire but had absolutely no intention of fighting back. Liam completely disdained a one-sided beating. The situation at the scene temporarily calmed down. I turned and pushed open the room door. Liam pulled out a cigarette box. Ezra: "She doesn't like the smell of smoke." Liam's fingers twitched. A box of cigarettes was crushed under his hand, falling onto the hallway carpet. Until the door closed completely tight. Liam straightened up slightly, lifting his eyes mockingly to scan the two people beside him: "Pardon me for asking, but when did you two develop a habit of poaching?" Liam's face was quite bruised, but his tone had fewer fluctuations than before. This meant he was already mad with anger. Ezra didn't speak. Julian slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, "Hurry up and go be a good little dog for your sister. Stop barking here." "Who wants him to be a dog?" A woman's crisp, pleasant voice rang out, echoing in the wide hallway. Chloe's long, wavy hair rested on her shoulders, swaying slightly as she approached, a half-smile on her face. Liam's face changed instantly. After a long while, his lips barely moved: "...Sis." The man who arrived with Chloe wore a polite smile. He had gold-rimmed glasses resting on his high nose bridge. Although he looked gentle, he subtly exuded an oppressive aura. Cole calmly scanned everyone present: "Why is everyone gathered here?" The atmosphere eased a bit, and the staff finally went to set the fallen robot upright. The robot chimed: "This is a public place, this is a public place! No fighting, fighting is not allowed!" "..." "What fight?" Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Nothing." Liam spoke before anyone else could, with a hidden warning: "Looks like this robot needs to be replaced, otherwise we'll get customer complaints. Don't you think, Ezra?" Ezra glanced at him, not taking the bait. Julian chuckled. Cole smiled: "Where is Ms. Price?"
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