After three years of a completely loveless marriage of convenience. The day I finally handed him the divorce papers. He simply nodded and said, "Okay." But right above his head, a glowing text box—like a Twitch chat—suddenly appeared: [You psychotic yandere. You already had the custom-sized chains and toys installed in the basement for her, why are you pretending to be a gentleman?!] [Oh, girl... the second you sign those papers, you're going to wake up in a soundproof room negative-distance away from the guy you hate most.] [Yesss! The captivity arc is finally happening! This is gonna be so hot! His true demon form literally has barbed spikes! She did so much evil shit, she totally deserves to have her eyes roll into the back of her head...] [Ugh, if she had just given him an ounce of affection over the last three years, this crazy obsessive bastard would have happily been her loyal dog. Now his love has mutated into toxic hatred, and she's screwed...] My hand holding the pen violently shook. I slowly looked up at the completely expressionless man sitting across from me: "Um... actually, let's hold off on the divorce for a bit." 01 "What?" Liam Sterling's thin eyelids lifted slightly, his tone completely indifferent. His utter lack of emotion made me seriously doubt if I was hallucinating those floating chat comments. I took a deep breath, set down the pen I was using to sign the papers, and scrambled to find an excuse: "I suddenly don't want to get divorced anymore. You know what they say, even one day as husband and wife creates a lifelong bond! We've been together for three years, we're totally used to each other, and honestly... I think I'm a little dependent on you..." By the end of my sentence, his expression had shifted to pure confusion. My confidence evaporated, and my voice trailed off into a squeak. My marriage to Liam was a complete accident. Five years ago, ever since a broke, naive intern named Chloe showed up at our company, my perfectly smooth, privileged life spiraled into an absolute disaster. My childhood sweetheart, whom I had been promised to since birth, fell madly in love with her. He publicly broke off our engagement, humiliating me in front of our entire social circle. Even my parents—who had always spoiled me rotten—inexplicably took Chloe's side. I was consumed by a blinding, psychotic jealousy. Desperate to prove I wasn't just "unwanted garbage," I threw a massive tantrum and impulsively married Liam Sterling. Liam was the ruthless, terrifying, and universally feared billionaire CEO of the city. He was also rumored to be a literal demon. For the three years of our marriage, I made it my personal mission to destroy Chloe's life. But every single time, I failed miserably. Either Liam would intervene and stop me at the very last second. Or my plans would miraculously backfire and blow up in my own face. Recently, my plot to frame Chloe had been completely exposed. My reputation was in ashes, and almost all my friends had blocked my number. I knew Liam despised my toxic, malicious behavior, and that he secretly favored Chloe. I figured, before he could kick me to the curb like everyone else, I'd beat him to the punch. At least if I dumped him, I'd salvage a tiny shred of dignity. When I texted him asking for a divorce, I knew he was in the middle of a massive board meeting. But he called me back almost instantly. "Give me one reason." His voice echoed through the phone. I gave a malicious, petty laugh: "Last time you didn't close the bathroom door all the way, and I accidentally saw your tail. It looked slimy and absolutely disgusting." So now... when I claimed I was "dependent" on him? Forget Liam, even I didn't believe my own bullshit. "Are you absolutely certain you don't want to divorce?" Not receiving the cold sneer I was expecting, his deep, magnetic voice pulled me back to reality. "I don't want to divorce right now." I watched Liam's face intently. There wasn't a single trace of joy in his expression. "Whatever you want." After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the half-signed divorce papers from the desk... and fed them directly into the paper shredder. The glowing comments popped up again: [Wait, what is happening to the evil villainess? Did she suddenly grow a brain?] [Is Blair finally figuring it out? Is she trying to cling to the second male lead for survival? Too late for that, sweetie. His hatred for you has already festered into something terrifying.] [Who said it's too late?! The timing is absolutely flawless! Did you guys not see the psychopathic, euphoric smirk on his face when he shredded those papers?! Also, the paper shredder is sending me. This man was absolutely terrified she was going to change her mind and sign them again.] [Keep going, villainess! Do not stop! Gas the pedal! The second male lead is an obsessive, yandere demon with zero morals, and you're a toxic villainess. You two are a match made in hell! Seduce him, and then you can easily team up and destroy the female lead!] 02 I spent the entire afternoon processing my reality. I finally understood. I was living inside a fluffy, billionaire romance novel. Chloe was the sweet, innocent female lead. And I was the toxic, malicious villainess who was destined to be locked in a basement by the second male lead until I died. No wonder everyone who even got close to Chloe became instantly, inexplicably obsessed with her, as if the entire universe revolved around her. My brain was completely fried from the information overload. After showering that night, I picked up my phone to relax, only to find an apocalyptic tsunami of hate comments. Almost every single one of my social media accounts had been nuked by the internet. Everyone was screaming for justice for Chloe. My ex-fiancé, Noah, sent me a text: [Blair, don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're just using these disgusting tactics to force me to leave Chloe and get back together with you.] [Heh. You went through all this trouble just to see me, right? Fine. You win. Friday afternoon. Our usual spot.] I didn't reply. I blocked his number and locked my phone. The comments in the air updated: [I'm not trying to defend her, but the villainess going crazy actually makes total sense. Imagine being a proud, pampered billionaire heiress, and literally overnight, your parents, your fiancé, and all your friends get brainwashed into ignoring you and obsessing over some random girl. I'd go psychotic too.] [She has the looks and the money! Why did she have to lose to a brain-dead female lead who probably doesn't even know how to use Microsoft Word?! This novel has zero logic...] [If I were the author, I'd slap the delusional female lead, double-slap the arrogant male lead, and lock the villainess and the yandere second male lead in a room together. Make them have eight kids before they're allowed to leave. Thoughts?] "..." Absolutely terrible thoughts. After calming down, I got ready for bed. I had just taken off my robe when... The bedroom door suddenly swung open. Liam's gaze traveled slowly from the top of my head, stopping dead on a specific spot. I frantically grabbed my robe and threw it back on. "My apologies. The door wasn't locked." Liam's eyes burned with a scorching intensity. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and beneath his crisp dress shirt, patches of obsidian-black scales faintly materialized on his skin. When a demon is aroused... their true form involuntarily reveals itself... The words "Get out" were literally on the tip of my tongue. Then I saw the comments: [I can already predict the villainess is going to give him a disgusted, superior glare and tell him to get out. Such a gorgeous girl, so aggressively determined to get herself killed. This is exactly how the second male lead's love was slowly ground into dust.] [Blair, baby, please be nice to your husband. If you slap him now, your lips are going to suffer the consequences in the basement later. Tearing the corners of your mouth is really gonna hurt.] Thanks to the helpful warning from the interdimensional peanut gallery, I swallowed my pride, did a violent 180, and offered Liam a faint, sweet smile: "It's okay, Hub—" Liam, who had already taken a step back to leave the room, froze completely. His eyes darkened dangerously, waiting for me to finish the sentence. Hiss. I blame the chat for constantly spamming the word "Husband." It totally influenced my brain... [I AM DYING OF ANXIETY! SAY IT! JUST SAY IT! If you call him 'Husband,' he will literally give you his life! The female lead means absolutely nothing compared to you!] [Can we please stop pretending the second male lead is just some pathetic simp? After three years of emotional abuse, he definitely hates the villainess way more than he loves her. Besides, have you all forgotten?! He's the one who locked her in the basement until she died, specifically to protect the female lead!] The comments split into a violent, two-sided war. I raised an eyebrow. I really wanted to test the validity of these spoilers. Leaning into the tension of the moment, I purred: "Liam, do I have a good body?" "Average." He lowered his eyes, his expression completely unreadable. [What a fake, arrogant prick. If you keep denying it, you're never going to get a wife. No wonder she's been married to you for three years and still preferred the male lead. You kind of deserve it, bro.] [Wait, am I hallucinating? Did the villainess actually not look disgusted by him today?! ARE MY TOXIC VILLAINS FINALLY GETTING THE ROMANCE THEY DESERVE???] Refusing to back down, I took a step forward, teasing him: "You didn't even look. How do you know it's average?" "I don't need to look." Liam's voice was freezing cold, but his long fingers involuntarily curled into tight fists. His knuckles were turning a faint, flushed pink. He was literally gripping the seams of his pants so hard they looked ready to tear. I never noticed this before, but when this terrifying man gets flustered, it's actually incredibly cute. I noticed his collar was slightly crooked. I reached out to adjust it for him. "Don't touch me." A low, icy warning rumbled from above my head. Very aggressive. I froze. I suddenly remembered the argument playing out in the chat. Right. For the past three years, I had never given Liam a single shred of affection. Meanwhile, Chloe acted like a warm little ray of sunshine, constantly encouraging him to step out of the shadows. It was only logical that Liam would despise me. I let out a self-deprecating laugh and pulled my hand back mid-air. "Make sure you close the door on your way out. I'm going to sleep." He shut the door. But he didn't leave. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward me. His breathing grew heavy and scorching hot. The rims of his eyes were a terrifying, bloodshot red from sheer restraint. I finally realized something was seriously wrong. "Liam... what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?" The chat: [More accurately, he's in heat... Bro, you are way too down bad. The villainess literally just flirted with you out of boredom, and it felt so good it triggered your rut early.] [Rut?] I muttered to myself in shock. We had been married for three years. How did I absolutely never know he had a rutting season?! The chat: [The villainess is so dumb, she actually thought he was just naturally celibate and cold. Hello?! He's a literal incubus! Plus, your body is a 10/10, and your face is canon-verified as the most beautiful in the novel. He just loved you too much to force you.] [Whenever his rut started in the past, he would steal a piece of your underwear and hide in another house so you wouldn't see him in that state.] [The comment above just reminded me of those poor, innocent panties. They were definitely shredded to pieces by his 'unique demon anatomy'...] I stared blankly at the scrolling text, feeling like my eyes needed to be pixelated. So the reason he told me not to touch him... was because he was in rut? Liam let out a strained, agonizing groan, burying his face into the crook of my neck, aggressively nuzzling my skin. His pale, aristocratic skin was flushed with a deep, feverish crimson, entirely consumed by lust. It completely shattered the cold, untouchable aura he usually projected. In the past, I had been so blindingly obsessed with destroying Chloe and trying to win back Noah, that I had never actually looked at Liam properly. I didn't even realize... this man was breathtakingly, devastatingly gorgeous. His features were sharper and more perfect than any Hollywood A-lister. 03 "The drawer... in the study... there's medicine and syringes. Go... get them..." Liam's voice was broken and ragged. He was desperately, frantically trying to hide the dark, intricate demon tattoos and obsidian scales that were rapidly spreading across his skin. I watched him enduring the absolute limits of his self-control. He had bitten his own lip until it bled. His dress shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his skin, perfectly tracing the heart-stopping ridges of his abs... I suddenly changed my mind. I had slept in an empty bed for three years. Sure, my cravings weren't as intense as a literal incubus. But I was still a normal, healthy human being. Even though the very first rule in our marriage contract—the one I personally drafted—was: No catching feelings. Strictly financial. Absolutely no taking advantage of each other. But whatever, I'm the morally bankrupt villainess! Since when do I care about keeping promises?! Having made my decision, I gently patted his cheek and whispered, "Liam. Try to be gentle, okay?" "Don't touch me. I'm... dirty..." Liam trembled violently from my touch, still desperately clinging to the very last shred of his morality. "But I want you..." I let my robe fall to the floor. I used my thumb to wipe the blood off his lips, went up on my tiptoes, and kissed him. The chat: [HOLY SHIT! The villainess initiated?!] [THE CHEEK PAT! AHHHHHH! THAT WAS SO DOMINANT! I AM DECEASED! MA'AM, DO YOU NEED A DOG?!] [Love mixed with hatred is toxic garbage. But love born entirely out of pure, unadulterated hatred? THAT IS CINEMA!] [MY HEART IS POUNDING! MY HANDS ARE SHAKING! ARE MY TOXIC VILLAINS FINALLY DOING IT?!] The exact millisecond our lips touched, Liam instantly seized total control. His massive, burning-hot hand gripped the back of my head like a vice. The oxygen in my lungs was forcefully plundered. My legs instantly turned to jelly. Without me even noticing, a thick, powerful, obsidian "rope" wrapped securely around my waist. It was wrapped so incredibly tight that it actually hurt. I let out a muffled whimper against his mouth, trying to bat it away. "I'm sorry. Don't... please don't look..." Liam snapped out of his haze like he had been struck by lightning. His pupils contracted violently in sheer panic, desperately trying to hide the demonic tail that had slipped out due to his arousal. Before I could even process what was happening, the man panicked, scrambled backward, and sprinted out the bedroom door like his life depended on it. A few seconds later, I heard the frantic, chaotic sound of drawers being ripped open and slammed shut in the study next door. The sharp, bitter scent of clinical medication rapidly filled the air. I leaned heavily against the wardrobe, gasping for fresh air, reading the scrolling chat: [LIAM STERLING, YOU ABSOLUTE COWARD! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THERE! I LITERALLY TOOK MY PANTS OFF FOR THIS, WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!] [Enough! Am I the only one who actually feels horrible for him? He's been bullied, alienated, and humiliated his entire life for being a demon. He was so happy when he finally married the love of his life, only for her to tell him his true form made her physically sick. Of course he's traumatized and insecure!] [Blair, my precious queen. Why did you have to show disgust at his true form at that exact moment?! You literally broke his heart!] Wait, no! I swear I'm innocent! I literally just wanted him to loosen the grip a little bit... 04 The next morning, when I woke up, Liam was completely gone. I sat at the kitchen island eating a breakfast sandwich. I took a deep breath, counted to three, and turned on my phone. To my absolute shock, every single piece of internet hate targeting me seemed to have evaporated overnight. The media outlets that had been attacking me the hardest? Their accounts had been completely suspended. A friend in the media industry—one of the few I had left—sent me a photo of my parents walking into their corporate headquarters. The caption read: [Everything is handled!] A massive smile spread across my face. I knew my parents wouldn't just abandon me. After all, every single massive PR disaster I caused in the past had ultimately been cleaned up by them. [LMAO, I can't. Every single time the second male lead secretly cleans up the female lead's messes, he just lets her cheap, fake parents take all the credit...] [Liam Sterling: The absolute pioneer of the 'Cold-Faced Wife-Guy' genre. If his wife is in a good mood, he happily serves his wife. If his wife treats him like garbage, he coldly serves his wife.] [It's a shame the villainess is completely oblivious. Even though she somehow avoided the divorce flag last night, she's definitely still destined for the non-consensual captivity arc.] I stared at the screen, absolutely horrified, my eyes darting between the chat and my phone. I zoomed in and scrutinized the photo of my parents for ten solid minutes. Holy shit... I can actually see the Photoshop artifacts... I frantically opened iMessage, scrolled to the absolute bottom of my contact list, and found Liam: [Are you free today? I really need to talk to you.] He replied instantly: [Wrong number.] "..." [No it's not, Hubby~] This time, the reply took much longer: [I am deeply sorry for what happened last night. You shouldn't have been forced to see those disgusting things. I am completely booked today. If you want to proceed with the divorce, please contact my legal team.] [No no no,] I frantically typed back. [Absolutely not a divorce.] Liam: [Okay. See you this afternoon.] The chat: [I am dying of laughter. Divorce? Too busy. No divorce? See you this afternoon.] [That was way too close! The villainess just narrowly dodged the dark-room captivity route again. It feels like she's starting to realize something is wrong and is actively trying to save herself.] [Why do I feel like there's a massive, terrible plot point coming up right about now? I can't exactly remember what it was.] 05 That afternoon, I spent extra time getting ready and arrived at the coffee shop near Liam's corporate headquarters thirty minutes early. I ordered a pastry and slowly, casually ate it. I heard the sound of someone pulling out the chair across from me. I beamed with a bright smile: "Hubby, you have to try this..." When I looked up, I realized the man sitting across from me was definitely not Liam. Noah stared at my stunning, strapless red dress and flawless makeup, letting out a dark chuckle: "Blair, do you really love me that much? You actually had the nerve to call me 'Hubby' out loud." I had absolutely zero patience for his bullshit. I stood up and prepared to leave. He grabbed my wrist. "Let go of me. My actual husband is in the area." "Stop pretending. If it weren't to make me jealous, a proud, arrogant girl like you would never have married a freakish half-breed monster like Liam Sterling. Don't think I don't know the truth. For the past three years, you haven't let him touch you once." Noah's gaze dropped to my bold, red lipstick. His eyes darkened, his tone turning sleazy: "If I give you one kiss, is that enough for you to stop torturing Chloe for a while?" Looking at the man in front of me, he felt completely, utterly alien. The cool, slightly rebellious boy-next-door from my childhood... when exactly did he turn into this disgusting creep? It seems that every single person who comes into contact with Chloe eventually mutates into someone I don't recognize. Noah grabbed my chin, slowly leaning in: "Blair, you got all dressed up looking this gorgeous just to see me, didn't you, hm?" As I struggled against his grip, I looked through the glass window of the cafe. Liam was standing right outside on the sidewalk, watching us. The chat: [Stop hoping for a miracle, villainess. Liam has been standing there since the exact second you called Noah 'Hubby.' Demons have incredibly enhanced hearing. He heard every single word.] [Oh my god! The love triangle! The drama! I am living for this!] [Incredible. Every single time I think Blair has finally secured her survival, she miraculously invents the 361st way to get herself killed.] Using every single ounce of strength in my body, I violently shoved Noah away and sprinted out of the coffee shop. A microsecond before Liam turned to leave, I grabbed his sleeve. His pupils were pitch black, an endless, terrifying abyss: "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?" "No! I have absolutely no idea why Noah is here..." Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly remembered the text message Noah sent me right before I blocked him. Today was Friday afternoon. But I literally never agreed to meet him! I was trying so hard to avoid the male and female leads to save my own life. Is the power of the plot armor truly this terrifying and absolute?! 06 "He tried to force a kiss on me just now. I refused and shoved him away immediately." Liam's facial features were incredibly sharp and angular. When he wasn't smiling, he looked as dangerous as a drawn sword. Combined with the fact that he was nearly six foot three, his sheer, intimidating aura was enough to make anyone's scalp go numb. Normally, I was incredibly articulate, but right now I was stammering nervously: "I asked you to meet me this afternoon because I wanted to tell you that last night, I was 100% willing. That was my first kiss! I didn't know how to breathe properly, and I was clawing at you because you were holding me way too tight and I couldn't get any oxygen. I was not disgusted by you!" After pouring all of that out in one breath, I gathered my courage and looked directly into Liam's eyes. The terrifying, pitch-black abyss in his pupils slowly receded back to a normal color. The chat: [YES! The direct approach! We are saved!] [Wait, is the villainess telling the truth, or is she just saying this to make the male lead jealous?] [Is the commenter above a comedian? Does that psychotic male lead even deserve her? The author thought they were writing a charming, irresistible playboy, but in reality, he's just a greasy, creepy stalker. He's a perfect match for that braindead, pick-me female lead. As long as the villainess isn't legally blind, she's obviously going to choose the second male lead (even if she was technically blind for the last three years).] "Blair." Noah walked out of the coffee shop, staring at me and Liam standing shoulder-to-shoulder: "You're in your twenties. Why are you still playing these childish, pathetic games? Did you really think this was going to make me jealous?" I slid my fingers down Liam's sleeve and intertwined them perfectly with his, interlocking our hands: "Noah, I don't love you anymore. I am married. I have a husband. Please never, ever harass me again." "And what if I told you Chloe and I broke up, and I'm currently single?" Noah looked at me casually, acting like he held all the winning cards in the universe. I tried to take a step forward, but felt a strong resistance. I realized Liam was standing frozen in place. He was squeezing my hand so tightly his fingertips were trembling. He was deeply insecure. "I don't give a shit if you two broke up," I snapped, thoroughly annoyed. "Even if you were single, and even if you liked men, it has absolutely nothing to do with me. Get out of my way. Piss off." When I was a teenager experiencing my first crush, I genuinely did have feelings for my childhood friend, Noah. But over the years, he repeatedly took Chloe's side, constantly kicked me when I was down, and watched me suffer with cold indifference. Whatever tiny sliver of affection I had left for him had completely evaporated, leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated annoyance. Noah's arrogant smile completely froze on his face. I checked my phone. I had dozens of missed calls. The reservation for the romantic, candlelit dinner I had booked was already thirty minutes late. It was probably completely ruined. "Liam. Let's go home." "Okay." Liam's limited-edition Rolls-Royce was parked directly across the street. From the moment I got into the passenger seat until we drove away, I didn't look back at Noah once. The chat: [The villainess is so gorgeous and ruthless, I am obsessed. I officially believe she genuinely does not give a single shit about the male lead anymore.] [The male lead's character design is so repulsive. He's constantly breaking up and getting back together with the female lead, while simultaneously obsessing over the villainess's flawless beauty and trying to grope her. Our Queen Blair's princess temper isn't going to tolerate his garbage.]
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