To inherit a massive fortune, I married an old billionaire with one foot in the grave. I agonizingly counted down the days until he finally kicked the bucket. Only to find out he was leaving his entire estate to his eldest son. Hell no! I frantically posted an ad online, "Paying top dollar for a sperm donor," hoping to secure a piece of the pie with a pregnancy. But right at the crucial moment... A row of floating text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Cannon fodder is always cannon fodder. So stupid. There's a perfectly good man right next to her, yet she looks elsewhere.] [Sis, haven't you noticed your stepson looking at you like a starving wolf?] [No! Don't look for other men! The villain will completely snap and destroy the world!] [Author, please punish this shameless woman!] [Hehe, looking forward to the dark room play later~] I froze, looking in shock at the young man who had always been polite and gentle to me. 01 "Stepmother, is something wrong?" The young man asked with a polite smile. I snapped back to reality. "Ah? Oh, nothing." I looked away. After a while, I peeked over again. The floating comments hadn't disappeared; more had actually popped up. [Is this something a human brain could come up with?] [I'm speechless. Shouldn't a normal person be sucking up to the heir right now? What the hell is 'paying top dollar for a baby daddy'?] [Author, just kill her off already! My blood pressure is spiking.] [Hehe, I think it's great. A beautiful idiot playing smart, only to be locked up and punished by her gentlemanly but secretly dark and twisted stepson. Damn, that's hot!] [Living under the same roof for seven years and still hasn't noticed Silas's feelings for her. If she doesn't need her eyes, she should donate them!] Me: "..." I really hadn't noticed. 02 The old man was garbage, but his parenting was undeniably authoritative. Silas was so upright it was almost eerie. At twenty-two, when other kids needed their parents' permission to open a can of soup, he had already fast-tracked his master's degree and was taking over the family enterprise. Elegant, polite, flawless... those were the words outsiders used to describe him. Around me, he was strictly by the book. Like right now. After getting my "nothing" answer, even though he felt my gaze return to him, he didn't ask again, calmly letting me stare. His eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses were fixed on his laptop. His profile was handsome, exuding a steady and almost ascetic aura that contrasted sharply with our materialistic world. Would someone so rigidly old-fashioned covet his young stepmother? Yeah, I must be hallucinating from binge-watching too much TV. I curled my lip and ignored the comments. 03 [He's faking it! He can hold more than a Walmart shopping bag.] [He knows his stepmom is looking at him. To show off his perfect jawline, he's pressing his tongue so hard against the roof of his mouth it might pierce through.] [I bet a bag of chips he's Googling 'Does inheritance law include the father's wife'.] [Hereditary succession? Hahahaha...] Okay! I couldn't ignore that. I decided to test it. I spotted a lipstick, knocked it off the table while reaching for my cup, and called out: "Silas." The man looked up. "I tweaked my neck and can't bend down. Could you pick that up for me?" Silas looked at where the lipstick had fallen, the permanent smile on his lips stiffening slightly. "Martha—" "Don't call Martha," I interrupted. "You're closer. By the time she walks over, you'll be done." If he refused now, it would be weird. We locked eyes for two seconds. He nodded slightly. "Alright." He walked over, squatted down, and reached into the gap between my leg and the sofa. I was wearing a tight pencil skirt that rested above my knees. As he got closer, I could feel his warm breath on my bare skin, sparking a tingling sensation. I forced myself to stay still. And watched the comments change: [Whoa, whoa, whoa? Why is she suddenly rewarding him?] ['His eyes met an expanse of snowy white. The calf beneath the skirt was beautifully contoured, the ankle slender. Like fine jade, radiating a lustrous glow...' Oh my god, looking through the villain's POV, I'm falling in love with the stepmom too! So seductive!] [I'm afraid he's going to lick it in the next second.] [Oh boy, someone's going to have to cross his legs soon~] "Stepmother." His voice snapped me back. I took the lipstick and stuck my tongue out playfully. "Thanks, Silas." "You're welcome." He smiled back and returned to his laptop. From start to finish, not even the tips of his ears turned red. As if he really just picked something up and felt absolutely nothing. What the hell. The comments were definitely trolling me. Not expecting much anyway, I wasn't too disappointed. Just found it funny. After all these years, I knew Silas better than anyone. I was crazy to believe those floating words. Feeling a bit bored, I got up to go back to my room for a nap. But right then. In my peripheral vision. Silas quietly adjusted his posture, crossing his legs. He even shifted his body slightly to the other side, as if hiding something. ...Huh? 04 [The sister above called it! He crossed his legs hahahaha.] [Stepmom, hurry upstairs! Our tough guy desperately needs to go to his room for a cold shower.] [Please be precise, it's 'relieve himself' and a cold shower! Two different things.] [Spitting facts.] ... Who said these comments were nonsense? They were amazing! To make sure it wasn't a coincidence, I tested him a few more times over the next few days. Every time, the comments proved their worth. I had to admit. —This kid was a master of disguise. And from the scattered info in the comments, I learned something even crazier. I was living inside a novel. Silas was the main villain. I was his cannon fodder stepmother, whose mindless antics would push him to the dark side before I was hastily killed off. Let me tell you something about that. Seven years. Do you know how I survived these seven years?! Facing an old fossil who could be my grandfather, waiting day and night to become a wealthy widow and collect my "emotional damage compensation." Finally, the dream was about to come true. But the old bastard announced he was leaving his entire estate to Silas. I only got the rights to his ashes. Ha. Who the hell cares about a jar of calcium carbonate? Can I pawn it?! Furious and terrified of becoming penniless, I lost my mind. I saw a trending news story about a woman getting millions in child support from an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Maybe that could work for me? I decided to gamble. The old man was delirious anyway; who would know if the baby was his? Get the money first. But before I could execute my plan. The heavens warned me it wouldn't work. And gave me a simpler, more efficient, and safer method. 05 The old man hadn't kicked the bucket yet. So the inheritance distribution was just a draft. But Silas, as the heir apparent, was already busy. Dinners, galas... Perfect for me. "Silas, you're back?" The man changing his shoes in the entryway looked up. His face was normal, his posture steady. Aside from a slightly unfocused gaze, he didn't look drunk at all. He paused for a second and frowned: "Stepmother, it's late. Why are you still up?" I hurried over. I naturally slipped my hands into the crook of his arm, supporting him. "How could I sleep when you aren't home? I had to see you return safely." The moment the teasing, affectionate words left my mouth. I felt his body stiffen, and his footsteps halted completely. [Something's wrong. Extremely wrong.] [Is she... not wearing... a bra...] ['The warm body temperature and soft touch pressed against Silas's arm through the thin nightgown fabric. In that instant, he felt all the alcohol kick in. His brain buzzed, and he only wanted to push the woman in front of him to the floor and taste every inch of her skin...' Bro, stop just thinking about it! Do it!] [The old man never legally married her anyway, what are you worried about!] [Stepmom isn't doing this on purpose, right?] [Sister above... is she?] [Who cares if it's on purpose! The mood is set! Silas, go for it ahhhhhhhh!!!] The air was dead silent. I looked at him with eyes full of concern. "Silas, what's wrong? Your eyes are so red. Do you have a fever?" I reached up to touch his face. Cool fingers met a burning cheek. A hidden shudder ran through Silas, and his eyes grew even redder. "Stepmom, you..." He trailed off, unusually dropping his formal tone. Thrilled, I leaned closer, feigning confusion: "Silas, what did you say? I didn't catch that." I was wearing ylang-ylang perfume today. As the distance closed, the seductive scent seemed to intentionally drill into his nose. Silas looked down at me, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. A fierce battle between morality and lust. After what felt like an eternity. Five minutes? Ten? Or just a few seconds. He moved. He pulled his arm from my grasp and stepped back. Under my stunned gaze. He smirked. A polite, formal smile devoid of any emotion. "Apologies, stepmother. I smell like alcohol, I don't want to bother you. "I'm home now, so you can sleep peacefully. "Goodnight." He bowed slightly and turned to walk upstairs without hesitation. His suit jacket remained draped over his arm, still hiding something. In the blink of an eye, I was left alone in the massive first floor. I stood there dazed for a few seconds, then violently kicked the stool near my feet. Damn it!!! 06 [Silas, just give the word, and we'll crown you the new king of self-control.] [This guy's emotional walls are so high, even the stepmom can't break in.] [Keep lying to yourself, let's see how long you last!] [Before, when stepmom ignored you, you cried under your covers at night. Now that she's close to you, you act like this. Good luck relying on your right hand.] [Don't be like that, guys. I think the author made it clear early on: 'Under his father's twisted upbringing, Silas learned to suppress his true nature. He likes things, but he never hopes to obtain them—toys, food, and even his stepmother.' He planned to bury this forbidden love forever and play the role of 'son'. So it's normal for him to hold back, right? Why call it faking?] [Agreed. It's all that dead old man's fault!] [Fine, let him keep holding back! When stepmom goes and pays for a sperm donor, he'll lose it.] [Ha, so you're saying stepmom degrading herself to buy a baby daddy is the right thing to do?] [The morals in this comment section are worrying.] [By the way, why did stepmom suddenly change her attitude? Did I miss a chapter?] Some things look simple but are ridiculously hard to execute. At first, I thought: Silas covets me, I covet his... inheritance. Isn't this a perfect match? If I drop a few hints, wouldn't he jump at the chance? So I started dropping massive hints. Before, I only pretended to care about him in front of the old man. Now, I was treating him like a fragile egg. Bringing him a coat when it was cold, an umbrella when it rained, pouring his water to exactly 95 degrees Fahrenheit. Silas definitely noticed. But he maintained a strict 'non-compliance' policy. You are my elder, how can I trouble you with such trivial matters? Let the maids do it. He always looked so righteous and serious. But above his head, the thirsty comments betrayed him. It was driving me schizophrenic. Fine, maybe I wasn't being obvious enough. I needed to turn it up a notch. Today, the driver told me Silas was forced to drink a lot at a business dinner. I quickly sent the maids home early, took a scented bath, slipped into a sexy yet innocent slip dress, and waited for him. Late night, drunk, young guy, mature woman... One with wicked thoughts, the other actively seducing. I couldn't think of a reason for him not to lose control. But... sigh, he really didn't. Did he train as a monk?! Watching the arguing comments. I felt like I had fallen into a trap. Move forward? Silas was a fortress with no cracks. Retreat? I wasn't willing. I had a chance to get the whole inheritance. Tsk. But what else could I do? I had used all my tricks. I couldn't really do what the comments said and pull a "paying for a sperm donor" stunt to provoke— Wait. My gaze sharpened. ...Why not?
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