On our wedding day, my fiancée Molly stood by the limousine, refusing to get in. "I’m not marrying you, Noah." Stunned, I watched as her bridesmaids laughed: "Game over—I won! You really tamed this unattainable prize, Molly. Pay up—bets and gifts, transfer everything, no shortcuts." Then my brother Jason Sterling stepped out of another car, in the same suit as me. He took Molly’s hand and led her into the limo. As it sped off, my family surrounded me. My A-list sister Claire blocked my way: "Molly loves Jason—today’s their wedding. Behave." My Oscar-winning mother gripped my hand: "Noah, Jason has severe depression, even suicidal thoughts. Molly’s the only one who calms him. Let him have this." My father, one of the nation’s richest men, snorted: "He’s already lived Jason’s first 18 years. Giving up one woman is nothing." They had security lock me in the house to stop me from ruining the hotel wedding. I didn’t cry or scream. In fact, I could barely hold back a smile. 1 As the bodyguards shoved me into the villa, a system notification chimed in my mind. Host, do you confirm you wish to exit this world via death? Confirm. Please select a method of death. I'll jump from a building. I want to die right in front of Molly and the Sterlings. To haunt them forever. Generating death method... Method confirmed. Upon successful completion, the Host will receive a system reward of one hundred million dollars. This selection cannot be changed. Confirm. This was my twenty-first year in this world, and the third year since Jason Sterling had been found. I was a transmigrator. My current identity was that of the fake young master of a billionaire family. My brother, Jason, was the true heir, switched at birth. Having been an orphan in my previous life, I felt incredibly lucky when I first arrived here. I had a mother, a father, and a sister who loved and protected me. But everything changed on my eighteenth birthday, the day my father brought Jason home. The doors and windows of the villa were locked from the outside. They had several people watching me. "Second Young Master, you'd best stay put, or you'll regret it." Mrs. Petrova, the head housekeeper, stood before me, brandishing a baseball bat. Her expression was that of a cruel prison warden. I took two steps toward the door, and the bat cracked against my shin. The pain was so sharp I collapsed to my knees. "The Young Master specifically told me," she sneered, "if you dare to disobey, I'm to break your legs." Suddenly, she shrieked, "The Second Young Master is trying to escape to ruin the wedding! Stop him!" Several bodyguards immediately grabbed their own batons and advanced on me. 2 I scrambled backward in terror. "What are you doing? I wasn't running! You can't just attack me!" "Oh, we know what you're thinking, Second Young Master. Even if you're not running now, who's to say you won't in a minute?" a guard said. "It's safer to just break your legs now and be done with it. As long as I'm here, you won't be ruining the Young Master's wedding!" "Do you think I won't tell my parents?" I gasped. "And what if you do?" Mrs. Petrova laughed. "I'll just say you were so desperate to escape you jumped from the second-floor window and broke them yourself. They won't do a thing!" "Do it!" They swarmed me, their clubs and batons rising and falling. I could hear the sickening crunch of my own bones. My white shirt was stained crimson, and even my black suit jacket was dark with a damp, sticky sheen. But they didn't stop, as if determined to beat me to death. "If I die here today, the Sterlings will not spare you!" I choked out. "You still think you're the precious young master? You're just some bastard they found! If they didn't pity you, they'd have thrown you out long ago!" one of them spat. "When the real young master came back, they wanted to send you away. If Miss Claire hadn't begged them, saying they could just keep you 'like a stray dog', you think you'd still be in this house?" "And you dare to compete with the Young Master for his wife? In your dreams!" A horrifying realization dawned on me, and I started to laugh. "So, you're not just trying to stop me from ruining the wedding… you're trying to kill me!" "It's not impossible for you to have 'fallen to your death during an escape attempt', is it, Second Young Master?" Panic seized me. I was ready to die, but not like this. This wasn't the method I had chosen. What if I couldn't go back? I don't know where the strength came from, but I lunged forward, tackling the man in front of me. We crashed into a high table, knocking over a large memorial candle my mother had lit for Jason's good fortune. The candle fell to the floor, its flame instantly igniting the heavy velvet curtains. The villa erupted in fire. "You damned little bastard! How dare you set a fire!" In their moment of panic, I dragged my broken leg and scrambled out of the house. The entire villa district was covered in security cameras; they wouldn't dare chase me outside. Dressed in a blood-soaked suit, I limped onto the main road, trying to hail a taxi to the hotel. My appearance was so ghastly that car after car swerved around me. Finally, a kind young man pulled over and asked if I needed help. I begged him to take me to the hotel. The hotel was one of my father’s properties, and the staff all knew me. Even seeing my horrific state, the security guards and front desk staff didn't dare stop me. When I reached the entrance to the grand ballroom, my sister and parents were there, warmly greeting the wedding guests, their faces beaming with happiness. The moment they saw me, their smiles froze. 3 This was the wedding of the year, and media outlets from across the country were present. When they saw me stumble in, a frenzy of flashing cameras swarmed me like vultures. Claire marched up to me, her face a mask of fury. "What are you doing here?" She muttered under her breath, "A bunch of useless fools, can't even watch one person!" Then she hissed at me, "Look at the state of you! Did you do this to yourself on purpose, just to bring bad luck to this day?" "Are you that desperate for the headlines? Is this what you'll do to be famous?" My mother rushed over, her eyes wide with what looked like concern. "Noah, what happened? Is that blood on your suit?" "Yes, it's blood. My blood. The men Jason hired beat me half to death. I barely escaped." My father's hand cracked across my face. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. "You shameless liar! Can't you stand to see your brother happy for one single day?" My mother grabbed my hand. "Noah, you said Jason's men beat you?" Claire pulled her away. "Mom, don't be ridiculous! It's obviously paint. He loves pulling these stunts for the media!" She grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me away. I stumbled and fell to the floor. My broken leg was now exposed for everyone to see. A collective gasp went through the hall. The bone of my shin had pierced through the skin, stark white against the blood. I had dragged myself here on that leg. Any normal person would have passed out from the pain long ago. Thankfully, the system had taken pity on me and activated a pain-dampening feature. I couldn't feel a thing. My mother covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "Noah, how did you get so hurt?" Even my father's eyes flickered with a hint of pain. "How could you do this to yourself?" Even Claire, who had been so hostile just moments before, was speechless. Molly pushed through the crowd and saw me lying on the floor. "Noah?" I lifted my blood-streaked face to look at her. "Good, you're here. I have a few questions for you." Jason rushed to her side, his handsome face tear-stained, his posture a picture of saintly sorrow. "Noah, today is the most important day of my life. Must you destroy it?" he cried, his body trembling. "Why are you always targeting me? You've already stolen everything that was mine! All I wanted was Molly! Can't you just let us be happy?" Claire reached for me. "I'll take you to the hospital." "Claire!" Jason's voice cracked with a sob. "The ceremony is about to start. Are you leaving?" He looked at me with wounded eyes. "This is just one of his sick games, isn't it? Do you really believe I would have my own brother beaten like this?" Claire snatched her hand back. "Noah Sterling, you are truly twisted. To frame your own brother, you would inflict this kind of harm on yourself." Her voice was cold. "Go to the hospital on your own. And don't worry, the Sterling family won't tolerate a cripple. We'll find the best doctors to fix your leg." I knew nothing I said would matter. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand. "I just have a few things to say. Then I'll leave." I looked straight at Molly. "From the very beginning, our entire relationship was just a bet between you and your friends. You never had any real feelings for me, did you?" 4 "That's right," she said without hesitation. Tears streamed down my face. I once thought I was the luckiest person in the world, with a loving family and a partner who cherished me. It was all an illusion, a reflection on water, shattered with a single touch. I could have chosen to stay in this world forever, with this family. But now, my resolve to go back was absolute. "One last question," I said, my voice hoarse. "You had already won the bet. Why did you wait until our wedding day to tell me the truth?" "Because Jason was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it," she replied. "He asked me to keep it from you." I laughed, a loud, ragged sound. "How kind of him! My dear brother, so worried about my feelings that he waited until my wedding day to reveal it was all a game. Making me stand here in a suit like a fool, watching you two get married… that wasn't meant to humiliate me at all, was it?" "Nonsense!" Claire snapped. "Jason is not that manipulative!" "Not that manipulative?" I shot back with a bitter smile. "Since he came home, he's faked suicide attempts no less than a hundred times. And how many of those times did he actually die? Someone who truly wants to die doesn't need to be rescued!" "Shut your mouth! How dare you speak about your brother that way!" My father raised his hand to strike me again, but my mother stopped him. "That's enough! Noah is badly hurt, don't hit him!" "Dad," I cried out, "I'm your son too! The son you raised and doted on for eighteen years. Just because I'm not your biological child, does that mean I don't deserve your trust?" "You stand there and claim your brother had you beaten! Do you expect me to believe such a ridiculous lie?" At the accusation, Jason immediately had one of his "episodes." He clutched his chest and stumbled backward. "Noah, how could you slander me like this? Are you trying to drive me to my death?"
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