I never forget a slight. If anyone dares to smear me, I’ll turn their entire family’s life into a living hell. When I was a kid, an old neighbor accused me of stealing cash from her kitchen drawer. So I went and ripped the roof off her house in the middle of the night. At work, a colleague spread rumors that I’d slept my way to the top. So I dug up hidden camera footage of her and our boss in the storage room and played it on loop at the company annual party. After that, no one dared to cross me anymore. Everyone called me a vindictive lunatic—until my family arranged a strategic marriage for me. Then came the night before the wedding, at the pre-wedding party. His so-called friend leaned all over him and sneered at me. “Margery, I heard your mom was some home-wrecker who clawed her way up. And you’re just a gold-digger who got dumped by your last sugar daddy before you latched onto Edwin, right?” Edwin Nelson's friends burst out laughing, waiting to see me humiliated. I smashed a bottle and pressed the broken edge toward her mouth. "Edwin, you have so many friends. One less wouldn't matter, right?" Edwin's face darkened instantly. He shoved my hand away. "Margery, what's wrong with you now?" "Hannah was just joking. Do you have to go this far?" His friends behind him joined in. "Yeah, Margery. Someone like Edwin marrying you is a blessing for you. Can't you take a joke?" "Hannah's been one of us since we were kids. And here you are trying to threaten her? Really shows how clueless you are." My jaw dropped. Picking up a shard of glass from the floor, I twirled it between my fingers. "I've never had much of a sense of humor. I don't get jokes." "So anyone who jokes with me? I make them the joke." My gaze landed on the challenge written all over Hannah's face. "For example, if someone spread rumors that my mom was the other woman, I have every reason to believe her mom was the homewrecker." "Which would make her an illegitimate child, kept in hiding. Am I right?" Hannah froze, her body stiff. Tears welled up instantly. Seeing her like this, Edwin grabbed my wrist. "Margery, apologize to Hannah right now!" "How dare you say such things? Hannah's father died saving my dad. My family looks after her because we owe her that!" "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll make you leave." Hannah hid behind him, putting on a pitiful act. "Edwin, don't blame Margery... Maybe I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have joked like that." Everyone around began pointing fingers at me. "Hannah already apologized, Margery. What more do you want?” “Besides, she's not wrong—we've seen you getting out of different men's cars more than once." "Since you're marrying Edwin, maybe you should clean up your act. Getting mad over a joke? If you can't handle it, you shouldn't have come tonight." I almost found them entertaining. Before I came, my dad earnestly told me the Nelsons were important business partners and this marriage benefited both families. But I had known since I was little that tears and backing down are the most useless things in this world. The only way not to be pushed around was to be wilder and fiercer than they were. If anyone dared to mess with me, I would give it back tenfold. Slowly, I unclenched my palm and let the glass shard fall. "You're right. Getting angry over something so small does mean I can't take a joke." Smug looks spread across their faces. Edwin's expression softened slightly, and he was about to speak. I cut him off. "But... when it comes to playing games, I'm the best." "You want to play? Fine. Let's keep going."
I glanced around at the crowd that was clearly enjoying the drama. Picking up a glass, I poured seven or eight different liquors into it. "Loser drinks this, then answers a truth question from the winner." "If you dare lie—or refuse to answer—you drink three more." One snorted mockingly, "Margery, we'll play, but where's the stake? No stakes, no fun." I swirled the drink in my glass, my smile growing even deeper. Then I pulled out a black card and slapped it on the table. "Whoever makes me take a single sip tonight gets this card. No limit." The room fell completely silent. Edwin's face turned ashen. "Margery, are you quite finished? Does your family's money give you the right to treat people like this?" I didn't even glance his way, keeping my eyes locked on Hannah. "What's the matter? Lost your nerve? You seemed so quick with the jokes earlier." "Hannah, you're up." Hannah—eyes practically glued to the black card—shook the dice cup. I revealed my roll without bothering to look. Six sixes. The color drained from Hannah's face. She’d lost. I didn't wait a beat. "Truth: Did your mother marry your father before you were born, or after?" Hannah's entire body trembled. “I—I pick dare!” I nodded and slid the glass of spirits toward her. “Too cowardly to tell the truth? Fine. Drink this, then call your mother and say it loud and clear: ‘Hannah's mother is the other woman.’” Hannah shattered instantly. “Edwin! I don't want to! I'm not playing anymore!” Pathetic. You thought you could go up against me? I tore your mask off in two moves. Finally, Edwin snapped. He shoved me back. “Margery, enough! Hannah's a woman! How can you be so cruel?” I stared at him in disbelief. Edwin, you idiot—couldn’t even see through the most obvious act. “When she smeared my mother and insulted me, why didn't you remember she was ‘a woman’ then?” I stepped closer, closing the space between us. "Edwin, you defend her so fiercely... people might start wondering if she's your little secret." "Is this what you call a friend? The kind you just... sleep with?" Edwin, completely provoked, raised his hand as if to strike. I didn't move. Just lifted my chin and held his gaze. "Go on. Hit me." "Let everyone see the Nelson heir raise his hand to his own fiancée—over some mistress's daughter." "Should I call your father right now and tell him tomorrow's wedding is off?" I reached for my phone. Edwin lunged, snatched it from my hand, and hurled it to the floor. "Margery, you're out of line!" "Tomorrow is our wedding. Tonight, you'd better think hard about your behavior. Don't humiliate yourself at the altar." Arm around a weeping Hannah, he stormed out. His friends trailed behind, throwing mocking glances and chuckles my way. Alone in the wreckage, I let a slow smile spread across my face. I was the one who would be humiliated? Fine. We would see who was really humiliated tomorrow.
Back home, I pulled out a backup phone and dialed a number. "Dig up everything on Hannah Robinson—and her father, the one who supposedly died saving Edwin Nelson's dad." "I want all the dirt on her family. The filthier, the better." A low chuckle came from the other end. "Miss, it's the night before your wedding. Playing this rough?" "Cut the crap." "Get everything to my inbox before morning." Hanging up, I stared at my cold reflection in the mirror. Edwin. Hannah. You thought this was over? You started this fire. Now I was going to burn your whole world down with it. The next day, the Nelson–Flynn wedding shook the entire city. My father whispered to me before we entered, "Margery, rein in that temper. Today's your big day." "If you don't like Edwin, think of him as an accessory, not a partner. We control this arrangement." I smiled faintly and said nothing. My temper had never been something I could just switch off. As soon as I stepped into the venue, my phone rang. I answered—and heard Hannah's trembling, pitiful voice. Instantly sensing the play, I switched my phone to the main speakers. The entire hall of guests froze at what followed. Hannah's voice came, weepy and soft. "Edwin, it's all my fault... If you hadn't comforted me last night, we wouldn't have... ended up in bed together." "But you're getting married today. Your first time was with me...” “What if Margery finds out and ruins the wedding?" Then Edwin's voice came, calm and reassuring. "It's not your fault. If Margery hadn't provoked everyone, this never would've happened." "If there's a child, keep it. I'll take care of you both." I strolled onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "My apologies, everyone. It seems my fiancé has some... unfinished business to settle before the ceremony begins." Edwin's parents turned pale with rage, shouting toward the back. "Edwin, you disgrace! Get out here now!" Edwin appeared moments later from the back lounge. His father, Logan Nelson, slapped him across the face. "You will apologize to Margery. If she doesn’t accept it by the end of today, you’re disowned." When Edwin realized what had just played over the speakers, he glared at me with pure hatred. But under his father’s glare, he forced the words out. "I’m sorry, Margery.” ”What happened with Hannah was a mistake. I swear I’ll never see her again." Resentment burned in his eyes. I smiled back, light and unbothered. You really thought you could play this game with me? You were still green. But this marriage alliance had clearly run its course. A tainted man wasn’t worth keeping. Just as I was about to speak, my phone buzzed with a photo. I tapped it open—and froze, all color draining from my face.
In the photo, my mother was bound with rope, hanging from the edge of a rooftop. My phone rang immediately. I answered in a panic. “Margery. Do you want your mother to live?” “Come to the rooftop terrace—alone. Try anything clever, and I’ll drop her off this building.” The call ended. I sprinted toward the roof. But the moment I pushed the door open, several figures slammed me to the ground. Hannah's face appeared above me, twisted with malicious glee. “You love to play games, don’t you, Margery?” “You took everything from Edwin and me. Now it’s my turn.” “And I’ll make sure everyone sees you—pathetic and pleading—beneath a man who owns you body and soul.” Edwin's friends closed in, their faces glowing with schadenfreude. “Where’s that famous sharp attitude now, Margery? Show us again.” “Brace yourself. After this, you’ll be running from us for the rest of your life.” Hannah crouched down and struck me sharply across the cheek. “Margery, I’m going to stream every second of this. Let your high‑society circle admire your… little humiliating secrets.” “Do you think your father will thank us when he sees you like this?or wish we’d just drowned you in the river instead?” Grinning wildly, she forced a handful of pills into my mouth. Heat rushed through me. My face flushed. She tapped my cheek excitedly. "Cat got your tongue, princess? Where's that famous temper?" "Beg me. Now. Maybe I'll tell them to be gentle." She leaned close to my ear. "After we're done with you... it'll be your mother's turn on stream." "Do you think people will enjoy watching a mother–daughter... double feature?" I looked at my mother, bound and struggling desperately. Then my trembling body shook with something else—laughter. One of the men kicked me impatiently. "What's so funny?" I was laughing because this was hilarious. Truly hilarious. Hannah still had no idea what would happen. Just then, the wedding march began playing from the floor below. "And now, let's welcome the bride and groom with a round of applause!" The music played on. After the applause came a long, awkward silence. Minutes passed. Murmurs rose from downstairs. "The groom's been waiting forever. Where's the bride?" "No idea.she was just here. Did she get cold feet?" Then a sudden gasp came. "Look—the screens!" Across the city, major public screens began lighting up one after another. The sound of heavy, indecent panting filled the streets.
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