My name is Tabitha Wat, and my boyfriend is Remy Black. He has a girl friend named Elara Moore. Through careful maneuvering, she has schemed her way into marrying into a rich family in Briarwick, a prestigious clan. During the wedding reception, the young heirs of Briarwick bring out all sorts of props, ready to play pranks on the bride. The usually tough girl now stands with tearful eyes, casting a pleading glance at Remy. And the next thing I know, he pushes me forward. "Who cares who we play with? Don't mess with the bride. Let's play with the bridesmaid!" He whispers, trying to coax me. "Elara's an internet celebrity marrying into a wealthy family. Anything posted online could ruin her reputation. You can take her place for a bit, and I'll have her give you a big reward later." "It'll be more than you make in months delivering food." Elara chimes in with a sycophantic smile. "Gentlemen, I know you love to have fun, and I won't spoil it for you. Here's my friend's girlfriend, a delivery girl." "Feel free to use all your props on her. Don't waste them." But she doesn't know who I really am. I'm a big player in Briarwick. The delivery job is just a bet with my grandpa. I've taken down so many spoiled rich kids that they could start a parade. *** Among the groomsmen, Orson Creed, with a lip piercing, steps forward and scrutinizes me for a moment. "I feel like I've seen her somewhere before." Of course he feels that way. After all, the Briarwick brats used to bully ordinary people. And I took them all down. But now, my once fiery red hair has turned gold, and my blazing red lips have faded to bare, unpainted skin. My leather jacket is swapped for a white dress. My dark glasses, and my sun-tanned skin from food deliveries. No one can recognize their old nightmare. Elara smiles awkwardly. "She's just a delivery girl. Maybe she's delivered food to you before." Orson sneers and points to a black device behind him that is emitting electric currents. "A lie detector that can make someone lose control of their bladder and bowels." He says, blowing a smoke ring. "Delivery girl, why don't you give it a try?" I turn to Remy, my voice calm. "On our first day together, you said you'd always stand in front of me and protect me. Now this?" He averts his gaze, looking guilty. "Tabitha, Elara is pampered, while you work in the sun and rain. You're tougher. Just take her place for the pranks." Fine. I was blind to see him for who he really was. I try to ignore the sting in my heart. I press my tongue against the roof of my mouth and raise an eyebrow. "Gentlemen, enjoy your fun. I'm out of here." I stride towards the door. Elara screams. "Remy, who will take my place if she leaves? No!" Remy quickly blocks my path. His face is stern. "You can be a little difficult sometimes." "But now, with all these wealthy young men here, if you just walk out and offend them, what will happen to Elara? And what about my family?" I look up at him. It's still the same handsome face. But it feels so unfamiliar. I give no response. Remy grabs my hand and says firmly. "Tabitha, if you don't take Elara's place today, we're done." He looks confident. Elara covers her mouth and giggles, explaining to the groomsmen. "In the past year, every time Remy threatened to break up, Tabitha would give in. She really can't live without him!" "I understand, though," she adds, her eyes filled with disdain as she looks at me. "For a nobody like you, snagging Remy is like winning the social lottery." I sigh and check my phone. I'm genuinely trying to negotiate. "Remy, can we break up in an hour?"
I add, "One more hour and it'll be our one-year anniversary." It's a matter of the successor test, and I have to give in to keep him. Remy looks like he had expected this. "I knew you couldn't bear to break up with me. Babe, I can't bear it either. What I said earlier was just a way to get you to comply." He smiles, takes my hand, and places it on his chest. "Even though I'm helping Elara today, my heart is only with you." "I promise, as long as you help Elara with this little favor, I won't break up with you." No wonder he's so confident. Last week, Elara kissed Remy in front of me while drunk. She even told me smilingly that she had once snapped Remy's dick when they were very young. She said, "If I had feelings for Remy, we would have been together long ago." And he said, "Tabitha, we are just friends. No romance." I didn't break up with him at the time. Everyone thought I was head over heels in love with Remy. Thinking of this, I curse my grandpa all over again. I have to admit I regret agreeing to that bet. "Come on." Orson loses his patience and kicks the crystal centerpiece in the middle of the hotel room. His fierce expression makes everyone's heart tremble. "Have you decided yet? Who will play these games?" Elara tugs at Remy's sleeve, on the verge of tears. She doesn't even need to ask now. Remy hands her a tissue in distress, his glance warning me. "Tabitha, you go and play the games for Elara right now. If you delay for even a second, we're done!" I can't lose the bet at the last moment. When I look up again, there's only a fake smile of submission on my face. "Okay, I'll do it." Elara breathes a sigh of relief and turns on the live broadcast. "Hey everyone, I'm live-streaming my wedding for you!" "Yes, that's the Creed heir, the one who loves thrilling games the most." "He's so hot, isn't he? Well, our other groomsmen are also powerful and good-looking!" "That's why my bridesmaid is so eager to play those games!" The comments are all negative. "Isn't this girl the one who appeared in Elara's live broadcast last time, Mr. Black's girlfriend?" "I remember she was a food delivery girl. Wasn't it enough to seduce Mr. Black? Now she's trying to steal the spotlight at Elara's wedding." "Well, that's what gold diggers do, but she's picking the wrong person this time. Mr. Creed is famous in the circle for only loving games and not beauties, and he's cruel." "She should have hooked someone else, not Mr. Creed, who doesn't flinch at the sight of blood!" I glance at the comments and then at Orson. I can't associate him with the person who used to cower in front of me. I sit down on the chair casually and reach out. "Go ahead and test me!" The bodyguard connects the lie detector to me. Elara suddenly speaks up. "Mr. Creed, you don't know her well. Will you let me ask the questions?" She turns her back to the screen and lowers her voice. "After all, you also want to see her lose control and soil herself from the electric shock, right?" Orson, with a cigarette in his mouth, leans lazily on the sofa. He waves his hand in agreement. Elara smiles sweetly. "The first question." "Have you ever killed an animal? A pet, that is."
I think for a moment and then nod, admitting it readily. "Yes, I have." The comments section erupts with criticism. "This woman is ruthless! She killed a pet!" "And look at her expression. She doesn't care at all!" Remy's eyes are full of disappointment. "Tabitha, I never expected you to be so ruthless." Orson, on the other hand, seems intrigued. "Why did you kill it?" I reply, "To save someone." Orson presses on. "What kind of pet was it?" It was a wolf, legal to keep abroad. I brought it home to the manor with great joy, only to find it trying to attack the delivery guy on its first day. I slashed its neck without hesitation. But I can't share that detail. If I did, Orson might start to suspect my true identity. *** After my 16th birthday, I was sent abroad to expand the family business. I passed the heiress's test with flying colors. But since I'd once caused chaos in Briarwick, my grandpa still thought I was too unpredictable. Around that time, I was dating Remy and working as a food delivery driver, getting a taste of life along the way. He proposed an extra challenge. "If you don't break up with him within a year and no one discovers your real identity, you win." "Only then will you be qualified to be the successor of our family." *** A year has passed. I've been gentle and considerate with Remy, fearing he might break up with me. He and his friends all think I'm head over heels in love with him. I did like him once, but a man who's rotten to the core doesn't deserve a place in my heart. I shake my head. "I won't go into the details." Elara, with her eyes red, is stirring up trouble. "Even if a cat or dog bites, that doesn't give you the right to kill it. How could you be so cruel? Tabitha, you're completely heartless!" In the live broadcast, the audience is furious. "Expose her!" "I can't stand this. If she's a delivery girl, would she retaliate against society for bad reviews?" "Expose her! I'll go to her doorstep and throw manure!" I can see Elara's deliberate provocation and Remy's subtly hurt gaze. And I understand instantly. Elara has schemed her way into a wealthy family, but she can't stand to see Remy and me together. She's using this chance to tarnish my image. But she doesn't know that I've long stopped caring about this relationship.
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