The day after having sex with Ethan Chase for the 100th time, my private photos spread across the entire campus. I ran to him in complete devastation to confront him, only to see someone who looked exactly like him, smiling as he said: "Ethan, Olivia is amazing in bed. It's such a shame you never tried her yourself." But Ethan just sneered coldly: "Summer is the only one in my heart. I was only with her because she looks like Summer." "Now that Summer's back, I'm planning to dump her." It turned out that the person I'd been intimate with every night was Ethan Chase's own brother! Those 100 times we had sex were just "tasks" he completed for his brother! And to please Summer, the two brothers even made my private photos public! Heartbroken and hopeless, I agreed to my parents' plan to study abroad in London and sent a message to my childhood friend who had once confessed to me: "Does your promise from back then still stand?" Olivia POV I was the famous beauty at NYU, adored by countless guys. Until one day, my private photos suddenly exploded across the campus forum. Overnight, I was completely ruined. My scholarship was revoked, and people even asked me "how much for a night" when I walked down the street. And those photos—only one person had them: my boyfriend, Ethan Chase! I ran to confront him in complete devastation, but just as I was about to push open the door, I heard his friends' voices inside. "Ethan, that move was brutal! Once those private photos were released, Olivia was completely destroyed and lost her scholarship. Let's see if she dares to compete with Summer for anything ever again." Another chimed in: "That's nothing. If she knew that during these two years Ethan dated her, he never actually liked her—that he even found her so repulsive he couldn't touch her, so he had his own brother sleep with her at night while he just went through the motions during the day... now that would really break her. Hahaha!" Those words struck me like a thunderbolt! I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming, my face turning deathly pale in an instant. After he finished, the guy laughed and nudged the handsome young man next to Ethan with his elbow: "Hey, Adrian, you've been secretly sleeping with your brother's girlfriend for two years now. How's it feel? I'm dying to know." The young man called Adrian Chase looked almost identical to Ethan. He picked up his wine glass and curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Tsk, what do you think? Her body is amazing, she sounds so good in bed, and she's so obedient—any position I want... Why do you think I've been arranging my transfer to NYU? It's so it'll be more convenient to fuck her." At that moment, Ethan, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. His voice was as cold as ever, showing no emotion, yet every word cut me like a knife: "Just these few days left. If you want to enjoy her, hurry up. Once the scholarship is confirmed for Summer, I'll break up with her and officially pursue Summer." "Holy shit! Ethan, you're finally going after Summer?" His friends immediately started cheering. "We've all seen how devoted you've been to Summer all these years. You dote on her so much. And because there was only one scholarship and Summer wanted it, once you found out Olivia was strong competition, you directly approached Olivia, dated her, and then destroyed her... impressive! You two should've been together ages ago!" Every single sentence was like a heavy hammer pounding on my heart. My entire body went cold, my blood seemingly frozen. So... the truth was this disgusting, this cruel! I stared at the group inside, afraid I'd go completely insane if I stayed another second. I turned around abruptly and stumbled away. I ran desperately, tears streaming down uncontrollably, the scenery before me blurred and distorted. I'd been strictly raised by my parents my whole life and had never dated before. I even thought dating was troublesome and boring. Until my freshman year, when I was walking past the basketball court with my books, a basketball suddenly flew toward me. I closed my eyes in fright, but the expected impact never came. A tall figure had blocked the ball for me. I opened my eyes in shock and looked into a pair of deep, indifferent eyes. The setting sun cast a golden glow behind him. There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He was so handsome he didn't seem real. In that moment, I clearly heard my heart losing control. Later I learned he was a student at NYU named Ethan Chase. He came from a prominent family—his family had donated several buildings to the school. He was strikingly handsome but very aloof. The girls chasing him could form a line from the school gates to France, but he treated everyone with distant indifference. The only exception was Summer Bennett, a music major who had grown up with him—toward her, he was slightly different. I always knew we were from two different worlds, so I buried those feelings deep inside and threw myself into my studies, becoming top of my class. But then, my "chance encounters" with Ethan started becoming strangely frequent. The library, academic buildings, even the cafeteria... he always seemed to appear near me. Until one day, I'd stayed up too late studying and fell asleep at the library. When I woke up, I found myself leaning on Ethan's shoulder! I jumped away in fright, my cheeks flushing red. But he grabbed my wrist, his dark eyes gazing at me, his voice low and pleasant: "Olivia, want to be with me?" My mind went completely blank then. Overwhelmed by joy, I nodded in a daze. After we got together, Ethan was indeed somewhat "strange." During the day he was always rather cold toward me, rarely initiating contact. Our dates felt like he was completing a task. But once night fell, he seemed like a different person—passionate to the point of madness. And... he liked taking private photos while we had sex. Though I felt vaguely uneasy, drowning in love as I was, I always found excuses for him. He was naturally aloof, so he was cold during the busy day. But he liked me, which is why he couldn't control himself at night... I never imagined that the cold one during the day was his brother Ethan Chase, and the passionate one at night was his brother Adrian Chase! They treated me as a tool to play with and use for their pleasure. Their ultimate goal was just to take away everything I'd worked so hard for and use it to please another girl!
Olivia POV I finally couldn't run anymore and collapsed in a deserted alley, letting out suppressed, agonized sobs. Just then, my phone rang. It was my family calling. I answered with trembling hands, and immediately my mother's shrill roar came through: "Olivia! What the hell are those disgusting photos on the school forum! Your teacher called the house! Do you know what kind of negative impact you've caused our family?!" My father's angry rebuke came through faintly too: "We worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you embarrass us at college?!" I cried so hard I couldn't speak, the pain in my chest suffocating me. My parents were extremely strict with me. They only showed me a rare smile when I got first place or won awards. So I studied desperately, strictly disciplined myself, worked to be top of my class, and did my best at everything, just hoping to earn a little more of their love. But now that something had happened, they had not a shred of concern or trust—only endless blame and disgust. "Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry! The scholarship is hopeless now! We've already bought you a plane ticket abroad for the end of the month. Get out of here! Come back in a few years when people have forgotten about this!" My mother's voice was cold and uncompromising. My heart died completely. I numbly said into the phone: "Okay." I would go abroad. But I would never come back for the rest of my life! After hanging up, I numbly returned to the apartment I shared with Ethan. I began mechanically packing my things, throwing away all the gifts Ethan had given me over the past year—necklaces, bracelets, stuffed animals, lipstick... one by one into the trash. Those sweet tokens I'd once treasured now seemed like mocking jokes. Just as I threw the last necklace away, the door lock clicked. Ethan—no, Adrian—walked in. He imitated Ethan's voice, but his tone was very gentle: "Liv, what are you throwing away?" I looked up, staring hard at this face that was almost identical to Ethan's but looked younger. My heart felt torn apart again, the pain almost suffocating me. "Don't these things look familiar to you?" My voice was hoarse with cold mockery. Adrian's smile froze for a moment, then he cleverly changed the subject. "Why are your eyes so red? Is it because of what happened on the forum today? Don't be sad, I've handled it. All the posts are deleted. No one will dare talk about you anymore. The scholarship's gone, so what? You're only a junior—there's next year. Or just don't bother finishing school. Come work at my family's company. I'll take care of you..." My heart ached terribly, my nails digging deep into my palms. These two brothers—each one a better actor than the last! Just as I was about to speak, Adrian had already naturally pulled me into his arms, his chin nuzzling the top of my head: "Come on, stop crying. It breaks my heart to see you cry, okay?" His familiar scent enveloped me, followed by light kisses falling on my neck, his hands beginning to wander over my body. In the past I would always respond shyly, but today I just felt cold all over, nausea rising in my stomach. I shoved him away hard! Adrian stumbled back, caught off guard. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, his tone still gentle: "What's wrong? Not in the mood today?" "I don't feel well." I turned my head away, my voice hoarse. Adrian stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Alright, I'll go take a cold shower then." He didn't force it and turned toward the bathroom. I continued numbly packing, completely erasing every trace of "us." After finishing everything, I lay down on the bed exhausted, my back to the bathroom. Before long, Adrian came out with moisture still clinging to him and lay down beside me. He was quiet for a while, but seemed unable to resist. He moved closer and hugged me from behind, warm kisses falling on the back of my ear and my shoulder. I stiffly endured it until, half-asleep, I heard him murmur a name— "Summer..." That name was like an ice pick instantly piercing my heart. I snapped fully awake, my blood flowing backward! So... it wasn't just Ethan. Even Adrian, every time he slept with me, was thinking of Summer Bennett?! I shoved him away hard again, almost grinding my teeth, my voice trembling uncontrollably: "I said... I really don't feel well today!" Adrian was startled by my intense reaction. Apparently seeing I was genuinely in a terrible state, he paused and finally compromised with a sigh: "Okay, okay, I won't touch you. I'll just hold you while we sleep, alright?" True to his word, he didn't make any more moves, just held me from behind. I lay there stiffly in his embrace, tears silently soaking the pillow. I forced myself to endure the immense pain and disgust until I finally fell into a fitful sleep near dawn. When I woke the next day, he was already gone, as expected. I used to wonder why Ethan never went to school with me. Now I knew—it was simply because the one sharing my bed at night was Adrian, while the real Ethan during the day couldn't be bothered with such intimacy. I numbly got up, washed, and prepared to go to school to process my withdrawal. As soon as I arrived at school, before I could reach the administration office, a classmate suddenly rushed over and stopped me: "Olivia! Thank god you're here! Your advisor wants you in his office right away! He said it's urgent!" An ominous feeling settled in my chest.
Olivia POV I walked to the advisor's office and knocked on the door. "Come in." I pushed open the door. Sure enough, Summer Bennett was there too. When Summer saw me, a flash of triumph and provocation crossed her eyes before she quickly resumed her pitiful expression. The advisor's face was dark with anger. When he saw me enter, he slammed two papers on the desk! "Olivia! Summer! Explain this to me! Why are your two papers exactly the same?! Even the grammatical errors are identical! Academic misconduct is strictly forbidden at this school! Whoever copied, confess now, and the school will be lenient!" Summer immediately spoke up first, her tone aggrieved but firm: "Professor, my paper was absolutely written by me! I don't know why it's so similar to Olivia's, but I definitely didn't plagiarize!" I looked at those two papers, my heart going cold, but I insisted: "Professor, my paper was also completed independently. I didn't plagiarize." The advisor rubbed his temples in frustration: "You both say you wrote them yourselves? Where's your proof?" Summer immediately said: "Professor, I have a witness!" The office door was pushed open again. Ethan strode in on his long legs. He didn't even glance at me, speaking directly to the advisor: "I watched Summer stay up all night writing her paper. There's no way she plagiarized. As for why they're similar, I think..." He paused, glancing at me. "You should ask the other person." The advisor naturally knew about Ethan's relationship with me. He seemed to understand something. He exploded in fury, pointing at me: "Olivia! What do you have to say for yourself! All the evidence points to you! I'm so disappointed in you!" I looked at Ethan in disbelief. In the past, I might not have understood why he would do this to me. But now, knowing the whole truth, how could I not understand? For Summer's sake, he could fake a relationship with me, spread my private photos, and now pin Summer's plagiarism on me. What was so surprising about that? I was in agony, but I also knew any explanation would be powerless against Ethan's statement. The advisor dismissed Ethan and Summer, then severely reprimanded me again, declaring my paper void and adding it to my record. I walked out of the advisor's office in defeat. As soon as I stepped out, I saw Ethan alone, leaning against the hallway wall, clearly waiting for me. I stopped, looking at this man I'd loved for two years who had deceived, used, and hurt me from beginning to end. My voice was dry and trembling: "Ethan... don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Ethan looked up, his eyes still indifferent. "Summer accidentally deleted her paper yesterday. It was the deadline, so she asked me for yours to reference." Reference? Direct copy-paste with identical grammatical errors was "referencing"? My heart ached so much I could barely breathe. He continued in that cold, pleasant yet utterly cruel voice: "Your scholarship has already been canceled, but Summer is still competing for one. So this paper is very important to her. You... you're already in this situation anyway, so it doesn't matter." Doesn't matter... Every word was about Summer Bennett. He never considered my feelings, never thought about how much it would hurt me. Enormous grief and anger instantly overwhelmed me. I couldn't hold back anymore and screamed at him hysterically, pouring out all my grievances, pain, and despair! Ethan probably saw me—usually so gentle and obedient—in such a desperate state for the first time. His brows furrowed slightly. "It's just one paper. Why make such a fuss?" He frowned and grabbed my wrist. "You've always wanted to have dinner with me, right? I happen to be free today. I'll take you." I violently shook off Ethan's hand, that force carrying all the despair and anger I'd suppressed for so long. "I'm not going!" My voice trembled with agitation, my eyes red as I glared at this man I'd once loved so deeply. "I'm not that pathetic! If you really don't want to have dinner with me, then don't ever have dinner with me again!" With that, I turned decisively and practically ran away from that suffocating place. Ethan stood there. He didn't chase after me. After all, in the past when I looked at him, my eyes were always full of light, filled with careful admiration and complete obedience. If he said go east, I would never go west. If he so much as frowned, I would immediately reflect on what I'd done wrong, then soften my voice to comfort him. To him, this really was just a trivial matter. Coaxing Summer required effort. Coaxing me? Unnecessary. In his understanding, even if I was angry, I'd get over it on my own.
Olivia POV I went to the cafeteria alone, ate something randomly, then went directly to process my withdrawal. Hearing my reason for withdrawing was "studying abroad," the staff, though somewhat regretful about my previous excellent grades, thought of the recent private photo scandal and the plagiarism incident that had just occurred, and merely expressed understanding in a formulaic way without trying to keep me. "The withdrawal process takes a few days to approve. Just attend classes normally during this time." "Thank you, professor." I replied quietly, my face expressionless. I went through the day's classes like an empty shell. When the bell rang, I gathered my books and walked out with the crowd. Passing by the school's little garden, I saw many people rushing excitedly in one direction, their voices buzzing with excitement: "Quick! Quick! There's a fight up ahead!" "Oh my god, it's Ethan Chase! I've never seen him that angry!" "He's fighting over Summer Bennett!" I stopped in my tracks, my heart pricked by tiny needles. I inexplicably followed for a few steps and indeed saw a small circle of people ahead. In the center, Ethan was grappling with another male student. Usually so coldly composed, he now seemed provoked, his movements fierce, that handsome face showing rare fury. The surrounding chatter drifted into my ears in fragments: "I heard that guy confessed to Summer, got rejected, then started harassing her..." "Ethan's usually so calm, but he actually got physical..." "But isn't Olivia his girlfriend? Why is he fighting over Summer?" "Tsk, don't you get it? Ethan saw those photos of Olivia—he's probably disgusted with her already..." Listening to these words, that barren land in my heart still produced sharp, fine pain. Just then, Summer in the crowd rushed forward like a frightened deer, crying as she hugged Ethan's waist from behind: "Ethan, stop fighting! I'm so scared... please stop..." Ethan's movements stopped abruptly. He released the male student who could barely stand from the beating, turned around, and the violence on his face instantly dissipated, replaced by a kind of almost clumsy tenderness I'd never seen. He carefully wiped Summer's tears, his voice so low and gentle it could drown someone: "Don't be scared. I'll stop. Did I frighten you?" That extreme tenderness and care was like a poisoned ice blade, completely shattering my last bit of self-deception. He had never looked at me that way. Never coaxed me in that tone. Even during sex—the most intimate act—he found me so repulsive he had his brother substitute! How blind must I have been to think he liked me? Just then, Ethan's gaze inadvertently swept across the crowd and happened to meet mine. He froze again, seemingly not expecting me to be there, an extremely brief complex emotion flickering in his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. But I looked away first, as if merely seeing an irrelevant stranger, and turned to leave expressionlessly. That evening, I returned to the apartment, physically and mentally exhausted, and went to bed early. Before long, there was noise at the door. Adrian had returned. "Liv, why are you sleeping so early today?" He came over, his tone carrying its usual casual intimacy. I faced away from him, my voice flat: "Nothing. I'm tired." Adrian heard the coldness in my tone and hugged me from behind, beginning to coax me skillfully, explaining away the paper incident and the fight with his set of false rhetoric. I listened numbly, thinking: one responsible for hurting, one for comforting—these two brothers' coordination was truly seamless. I closed my eyes, not wanting to say another word to him. Seeing I was ignoring him, Adrian habitually moved closer to kiss my neck, his hands starting to wander. I shoved him away hard, my voice carrying suppressed exhaustion and disgust: "I said, I've been really tired lately. I don't want to." Adrian, rejected repeatedly, looked somewhat displeased, but seeing my genuinely pale face, he finally held back, though his tone cooled: "Fine. Sleep then." When I woke the next day, I was surprised to find Adrian still there, not gone early as usual. "Why are you still here?" "Where else would I be?" Adrian smiled naturally, moving closer to hug me. "I upset my baby yesterday, so I specially took the day off to make it up to you properly, okay?" I understood immediately. Ethan probably couldn't be bothered to put on an act and had simply dumped the entire coaxing task on his brother.
Olivia POV My heart stung. I was about to say it wasn't necessary when Adrian didn't give me a chance to refuse and pulled me up: "Haven't you always wanted to do that list of 100 things couples must do together? I'll do them all with you today!" He didn't allow me to refuse, forcefully dragging me out—watching movies, visiting amusement parks, eating desserts... doing all sorts of seemingly sweet and romantic things. He dragged it out until evening, then took me to an upscale club. "Have some drinks, relax a bit." Adrian settled me on the private room sofa. "I'll go order drinks. Be right back." After he left, I was alone in the room. I leaned back on the sofa exhausted, just wanting to end all of this as quickly as possible. Suddenly, the door was violently shoved open. Several men reeking of alcohol stumbled in, and seeing me, their eyes immediately lit up. "Oh! There's a beauty here! She's gorgeous!" "Have a drink with us? How much to sleep with you?" "I'm not..." I stood up in fright, my face pale as I tried to explain. "Stop acting innocent! Everyone who comes here knows what it's for!" Those drunk men didn't believe me at all. Leering, they surrounded me and even locked the door! I backed away in terror, struggling and calling for help desperately, but as one woman I had no strength against several drunken men. My clothes were being torn. Despair engulfed me like icy water. Just when I thought I was completely finished— "BANG!" A loud crash—the door was kicked violently open from outside! Adrian stormed in furiously. Seeing the scene inside, his eyes instantly turned red! Like an enraged leopard, he struck with extreme ruthlessness, using both fists and feet, instantly taking down several people! But he was only one person against many. In the chaos, someone grabbed an empty bottle and swung it at me! "Watch out!" Adrian roared and lunged over, shielding me completely with his body! "CRASH!" The bottle smashed heavily on the back of his head, shattering instantly! Blood immediately gushed out! Adrian grunted but his eyes grew even more fierce. He turned and kicked the sneak attacker violently across the room! The club's security and management finally arrived and quickly controlled the situation. Adrian staggered and, losing all strength, collapsed into my arms. I stared at the blood continuously flowing from his head, my mind completely blank, only able to call an ambulance with trembling hands. At the hospital, I kept vigil all night. The next morning, the nurse urged me to go rest: "The patient's condition is stable. He'll wake soon. Go get some rest." I was indeed exhausted and nodded. Halfway down the hall, I realized I'd left my jacket in the room and turned back. Just as I reached the door, I heard Adrian's clear voice inside, apparently on the phone: "...Not bad. I won't die." The person on the other end said something, and Adrian scoffed: "Obviously. Otherwise how would I get her to willingly have sex with me without staging that scene... Tsk, the experience really is good. She has a great body. Most importantly... her voice is a bit like Summer's. Sounds nice—I can just pretend I'm fucking Summer..." "Like Summer? Of course I like her... but my brother likes her too. What can I do?" "Compete? Forget it. Summer likes my brother. They like each other. I'll just silently watch over her..." "While my brother hasn't completely broken up with her yet, I'll sleep with her as many times as I can..." Standing outside the door, I felt struck by lightning, my entire body frozen with cold! So... even last night's heart-stopping rescue was a scene he directed and acted in himself! Just to gain my sympathy and make it more convenient to have sex with me?! Even seeking another woman's shadow in me?! I thought that desperate protection contained at least a shred of sincerity. It was all a joke! Even more cruel and laughable than Ethan's coldness! I covered my mouth in agony to keep from crying out and stumbled away from the hospital.
Olivia POV That evening, Adrian returned to the apartment with bandages wrapped around his head. "Liv? Why'd you come back? Why not rest more at the hospital?" His tone was normal, as if those words from during the day had never been spoken. I forced down the heart-wrenching pain and nausea, saying quietly: "I watched over you all night. I was too tired, so I came back to rest." Adrian walked over and tried to put his arms around me, his tone aggrieved: "Look how badly I got hurt for you. Stop being mad at me, okay?" As he spoke, his hands began wandering over my body again, trying to kiss me. I shoved him away hard again! Adrian's expression finally darkened: "Olivia, I've been coaxing and coaxing you. How long are you going to keep this up? Haven't I made it up to you already?" "Is that the only thing on your mind when you're with me?" My voice carried tears and despair. "Of course not!" Adrian answered quickly, his acting impeccable. "I like you as a person!" I looked at Adrian and suddenly laughed—laughed until tears streamed down my face. I said nothing more, just looked at him with those cold, desolate eyes. Adrian felt inexplicably guilty and annoyed under my gaze. Finally, he grabbed his jacket with a cold snort and slammed the door on his way out. Knowing he wouldn't return tonight, I finally had a moment to breathe. The next day I went to school. The club president found me: "Olivia, the club's having a team-building dinner this weekend—barbecue. You have to come!" I wanted to refuse: "President, I..." "Don't refuse!" The president grabbed me and lowered her voice. "Also... could you bring your boyfriend Ethan Chase? His family company is so big, and lots of us are about to start internships. Everyone wants to build a good relationship with him... but we can't usually get close to him. We're counting on you..." I knew that if I sent Ethan a message he probably wouldn't respond, but the club members had genuinely been good to me before. I had no choice but to steel myself and send him a message. Unexpectedly, when the weekend dinner came around, Ethan actually showed up. Except... Summer Bennett was with him. Seeing me, Ethan merely glanced indifferently, his tone calm and emotionless: "When you texted me, I happened to be with Summer, so we came together." My heart felt like it was being pricked with needles. I nodded silently.Throughout the entire barbecue, Ethan's attention was entirely on Summer. He picked out the best-grilled meat for her first, carefully removed the fatty parts, inserted a straw into her drink before handing it over, and when sauce got on the corner of her mouth, he naturally took a napkin and wiped it away... That kind of meticulous care was something I had never experienced. I couldn't help but think back over the past two years. Because Ethan was the prestigious heir to a conglomerate, I had always been the one carefully managing his emotions, remembering all his preferences, and following all his habits. I even thought he was naturally that cold by temperament. Until today, when I saw with my own eyes that he wasn't incapable of caring for someone or being thoughtful—it's just that the person who could make him willingly set aside his pride was never me. I even saw Summer naturally place vegetables she didn't like into Ethan's bowl, and he merely furrowed his brow slightly before actually lowering his head and eating them. I remembered that Ethan had severe mysophobia. He never ate food that others had touched. Once when I accidentally served him food with my own utensils, his face went cold on the spot, and he didn't touch another bite of that meal. So it turned out all principles and habits could be broken for the person you truly liked. During the meal, everyone started playing games. The first person to lose was Summer. Her punishment was to drink three shots of hard liquor. The moment Summer showed a troubled expression, Ethan directly reached for the glass, his tone decisive: "She can't drink it. I'll drink for her." With that, he downed three glasses without changing expression. Later I also lost. My punishment was to eat a meat skewer covered in hot sauce. The spiciness made tears stream from my eyes and I coughed uncontrollably. I instinctively looked toward Ethan, but he was lowering his head talking to Summer, not even sparing me a glance, as if he hadn't seen my distress at all. My heart went completely numb in that disregard. Falling in love with him was the worst decision I'd ever made in my life.
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