Chapter 1 "Honestly, you're kind of ugly," my husband of seven years said, staring coldly at my tear-streaked face. "And when you cry, you look even worse." With that, he walked out and slept in the study again. But his wife, the one who cried too much, had already swallowed a bottle of Paraquat and exited this world. I am the new Strategy AI sent to take her place. "System," I asked, "how many points did the last host leave me?" [One.] "Fine," I said. "Put it all into physical attributes." That night, transformed into a 6'2" powerhouse, I walked into the study. And absolutely wrecked my husband. The next morning, I sat on the edge of the mahogany desk, swinging my legs and pretending to smoke a cigarette. Smoking is bad for you, and considering this body just ingested poison yesterday, I decided to just chew on the filter. "Ugh..." A groan came from under the desk. Liam woke up. His usually cold, sculptured face was a mask of confusion. His silk robe was hanging off one shoulder, revealing a neck and chest covered in bruises and bite marks. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He looked like a beautiful, broken mess. Liam blinked, then winced as the soreness hit him. Especially there. He scrambled back like he’d been bitten by a snake, face red with rage, pointing a shaking finger at me. "Gwen! Have you lost your mind?! That was... that was marital r*pe! And how the hell did you... have... that?!" At the same time, the System, which had been blocked all night, started screaming in my head. [AHHHHH! You stupid AI! What did you do?!] [The Male Lead's affection score just crashed through the floor! It's almost at -100!] [Do you realize we're in Hell Mode now?!] Ignoring the noise, I looked back at Liam with a doting smile. "Why so loud? You seemed to enjoy it last night." Liam froze. Then he snapped. He flipped the heavy desk and grabbed an antique vase, hurling it at me. "Gwen! I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!!" Thanks to the National Radio Calisthenics Guide in my database, I hopped off the desk and dodged the vase with a perfect chest expansion move. I closed the distance in two steps, grabbed both his wrists with one hand, and pinned them above his head. With my other hand, I gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at me. "Stop it. Be good." I said flatly, "I'm done with your hard-to-get games. I like obedient men." [Shut up, you defective AI! What the hell are you saying?!] [Yes, my database contains thousands of "Domineering CEO" novels.] [Who asked you that?! In this world, Liam is the CEO!] [Character overlap? No problem. He can yield to me.] [...] While I argued with the System, Liam stared at me, pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He shoved me away violently and started dry heaving. "Urgh! Get out... divorce... you psycho..." I shrugged. "Talk to me when you've calmed down, my dear husband." Hands in my pockets, I walked out of the study, stopping to pet Oreo, our British Shorthair, on the way. Downstairs in the dining room, only one person was seated at the long table. My mother-in-law, Evelyn. She was wearing silk, dripping in Cartier, drinking Moutai, and eating crawfish for breakfast. Her phone was on speaker, broadcasting a conversation with other rich wives. "I know, right? Gwen's been here seven years and her stomach is still flat. She's wasting my Liam's time. I think there's something wrong with her." The voice on the phone agreed, "Exactly. If a woman can't keep her man interested, what use is she? It's a lack of charm." "If only she had charm! Liam comes home late every night, and even when he's here, he sleeps in the study. If she weren't slightly more obedient than that fox Clara, I would've made him divorce her ages ago!" [Oh my god, I'm so mad.] [That old hag sees you standing there! She's saying it loud on purpose!] [Get her, AI! Use the most vicious insults in your database!] [If you slap her down, the audience will give you 10 points!] The System was howling for blood. I nodded slightly. [Understood.] I walked to the table, my temporarily male body casting a large shadow. Evelyn’s fake smile froze. She glanced at me sideways. "What? See your elders and don't even say hello? Is this how you were raised?" I stared at her blankly, took the unlit cigarette from my mouth, dropped it on the floor, and crushed it with my pink slipper. Evelyn frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?" "There are minors present. No smoking." Evelyn: ? System: [?] Evelyn's frown deepened. "Gwen, what nonsense are you spouting this early? Are you still asleep?" I shook my head and looked around the luxurious villa. "I thought the Pearl of the Orient was in Shanghai. I didn't know we had one here." I bent down, took her hand with the jade ring, and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to her knuckles. "Good morning, my beautiful Pearl. May your day be as dazzling as you are." Then I turned and walked to the foyer, leaving a petrified Evelyn behind. [????] [Defective AI, what kind of database did you download?!] After I left, Evelyn sat there in a daze. Her friend's voice crackled from the phone. "Hello? Evelyn? What happened? Did I just hear a man's voice?" Evelyn stared at her hand, then at the door. "I... I think my daughter-in-law just... grew a pair?" "Huh?" [Audience Satisfaction: +20] [Available Points: 20] Chapter 2 The moment I stepped outside, I shrank. Liam’s shirt, which had fit perfectly a second ago, now hung off me like a tent. I looked down at my wrists—thin, pale, veins visible under the skin. Weak. [System, the gender swap wore off already?] [Duh!] The System sounded exasperated. [You're supposed to use points for beauty or talent! Who wastes points on a one-night gender swap?!] [But I earned 20 points.] The System choked. [That... that was just luck! The audience probably hasn't seen anything this weird before. Next time it won't work! They want angst! Romance! Stop messing around!] Angst... I nodded thoughtfully. [Understood.] [Wait, when you say 'understood', I get a bad feeling...] Before the System could finish, a sneering voice called out from the driveway. "Well, well. If it isn't my sister-in-law. Strutting around in my brother's shirt? Trying to advertise that you finally got laid?" I looked up. It was Lucas. Liam’s twin brother. My brother-in-law. They looked alike, but their vibes were polar opposites. If Liam was a glacier, Lucas was a heatwave. Dyed red hair, black studs, eyes that always seemed to be flirting or mocking. He walked over, eyeing me up and down. "Where are your ugly glasses today? They made you look dumb, but at least they hid those swollen eyes. Now that I can see them... yikes. Even uglier." I stayed silent. Lucas took that as encouragement. "Honestly, I don't get why my brother married you. You're plain, boring, and embarrassing to take out. Just furniture gathering dust." [System.] [Yeah?] [Put all 20 points into Grip Strength.] [Um... wait, you're not going to—] "No wonder my brother still pines for Clara after seven years," Lucas scoffed. "A dry, tasteless woman like you isn't worth a single finger on Clara's ha—ACK!" I didn't let him finish. Smack! I slapped him so hard he stumbled sideways three steps. His brain rattled. He looked at me, stunned. "You..." He clutched his swelling cheek. "You hit me?!" I answered with a front kick to his stomach. Lucas folded like a lawn chair, dropping to his knees and gasping for air. "Ahh—you crazy bitch! Do you know who I am?!" I grabbed a handful of his red hair and smashed his face into my knee. "AHH! My nose! Gwen, you whore! I—AH!" He tried to fight back, but I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my shoulder. I sat on his chest, pinning his limbs, and started slapping him. Smack! Smack! Left and right. [System, is this enough angst?] [You idiot! Not this kind of angst!! This is a romance novel, not a Kung Fu movie! Stop it!!] [Audience Satisfaction: +35] [Available Points: 35] The System went silent. [...Actually, never mind. Keep going. No rush.] Finally, Lucas stopped fighting. His handsome face was a palette of blues and purples. "Stop... stop hitting me... Gwen, I'm sorry..." He sobbed. "Please... it hurts... why are you so strong? Did you eat spinach?" I stopped. But the moment I let up, Lucas started squirming, yelling insults. "Just you wait! You violent psycho! I'm telling my brother! He'll divorce you so fast your head will spin! You'll leave with nothing!" I pinned him down again and said flatly, "I may be violent, but you are shallow and stupid. Disrespecting your sister-in-law with filth? The famous family education seems lacking." Lucas sneered, blood on his teeth. "So what? I'm rich and hot. You? A dwarf with no tits trying to act like a wife. It's pathetic." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you admit you hate me. Hate requires attention. I thought you didn't care about me at all." Lucas froze. His eyes darted away, then back, sharper than before. "Who cares about you? Don't flatter yourself!" Then he laughed maliciously. He pointed a shaking finger at the corner of the courtyard wall. "See that? Security camera. Everything is recorded. I can call the cops right now for assault. You don't want to go to jail right before my brother dumps you, do you?" I went silent. The System panicked. [Defective AI! I told you not to be reckless! Now you have a record! How can you romance the lead if you're in jail?!] Lucas saw my silence as fear. "Heh. Scared now? Tell you what. Kneel down, beg me, and maybe I'll let this slide for the sake of family." I stood up and stepped aside. Lucas smirked, starting to sit up. Then I stomped on his chest with my pink slipper, slamming him back into the dirt. Thud! His head bounced off the ground. "Ow! F*ck! What are you doing?!" He screamed. "Aren't you afraid I'll—" "Call them," I interrupted, looking down at him. "Call the police. And tell them..." "Tell them you installed a hidden camera in your sister-in-law's bedroom." Silence. Lucas stared up at me. The System went quiet. Slowly, Lucas turned a shade of red that eclipsed his bruises. "W-what are you talking about?! Are you delusional?! You're sex-crazed!" "I found the evidence," I said calmly. Lucas opened his mouth, but no sound came out. "Lucas, you say you don't care about me. But you target me constantly. You spy on me illegally. Why?" I leaned down, staring into his eyes. "Because... you have a crush on me." "You have a crush on your brother's wife." "That's why you rushed over here this morning. You saw on the camera that I wasn't in my room last night. You thought I slept with Liam. You were terrified we reconciled, so you ran over to check. Right?" Lucas sputtered for a long time before exploding in shame. "No! That's your fantasy! You crazy woman! Why would I like someone like... like..." "Is that so?" I lifted my foot and stomped down hard. Lucas groaned in pain. "Then take the footage to the police. Let them see how your sister-in-law beat you into the ground..." My gaze drifted lower. "...And how you got hard from it." I whispered the final verdict. "Pervert." Lucas froze completely. The red drained from his face, leaving it grey. His eyes went blank. Then, unable to handle the shame, he covered his face with his hands. And started crying again. "Ugh..." This time, the sobbing was full of despair. I squatted next to him and watched him cry. When the sobbing turned to whimpers, I spoke softly. "Lucas, I actually don't mind that you like me. I won't tell anyone." He lowered his hands, looking at me with red, swollen eyes. A tiny spark of hope lit up. "R-really? Gwen... you..." I smiled. "But I'm a married woman. A good woman. I won't cheat." "So... you can be my dog instead." Chapter 3 The light in Lucas's eyes blazed brighter. Not happiness—rage. He scrambled up as if electrified. "You're sick! Who wants to be your dog?! Get away from me! Psycho!" He scrambled away on all fours, terrified I'd slap him again. I stood up slowly. [Look how happy he is.] System: [...] System: [Sister, your definition of happy is... unique. But he's definitely broken. You broke his brain.] The heavy oak front door opened. Liam walked out. The soundproofing was excellent; he only just heard the screaming. He was in a charcoal suit, hair perfect, face cold. No trace of the vomiting mess from earlier. I thought he came to defend his brother. But he walked right past me. Didn't even glance my way. He opened the door of his black Ferrari. Cold war again? I shrugged. I turned to go inside and make some goji berry tea for this poisoned body. "Clara is back," Liam said to the air. "I'm going to the airport to pick her up." I stopped. "Oreo hasn't been eating. Clara studied veterinary medicine abroad. She's moving in as Oreo's live-in pet therapist." "Gwen, this is my last warning. Stop your crazy antics." "Clara is different from you. She's kind. She's fragile. If you scare her..." He paused, emphasizing every word. "Even if you are Mrs. Song, I will personally commit you to a mental institution. I will tell everyone you are insane." "Trust me. I have the power to make you spend the rest of your life staring at a white wall, regretting today." He drove off. I stood there in silence. The System was frantic. [It's over! The White Moonlight is back! The ultimate weapon!] [And the Male Lead hates your guts. He's going to lock you up! We're doomed!] [No. Not yet.] I went upstairs, changed into a windbreaker and cargo pants. I went to the garage, picked a silver motorcycle, tucked my hair into a helmet, and mounted up. Key in. Ignition. VROOM. [Loading Database...] [Fast and Furious 1-9, Need for Speed speedrun guides, Bumper Car Tactics...] [Driving Skill: Loaded.] He thinks he's the only one who can pick someone up? So can I. Chapter 4 Neither of us picked her up. Liam waited at the airport for five hours. A torrential downpour started, hammering the glass roof. For a CEO like Liam, five hours was an eternity. He finally left, exhausted and disappointed. But I was still there. I have patience. [Stupid AI, what are you planning? Are... are you going to assassinate the White Moonlight?!] I ignored it. I saw Clara coming out. I walked up and took her suitcase. "Hi. I'm Gwen. Liam left, so I'm taking you home." Clara looked up. Doe eyes, confused at first, then horrified. "Gwen... you... you're Liam's wife?" She looked me up and down with disgust. She snatched her bag back. "I don't need your fake kindness!" She turned and walked to the taxi stand. [She doesn't like me?] [Duh! You're the wife, she's the White Moonlight! You are natural enemies!] [Oh. Nemesis. A nemesis cannot become a wife.] [...Please stop using the internet. Your database is corrupted.] I watched Clara get into a taxi and noted the license plate. I got on my bike. There was only one road home. The rain was heavy. I rode slowly. Clara must have seen me. She said something to the driver, and the taxi sped up to lose me. I kept my pace. [Idiot AI! Chase her! If she gets away, why did we come?] [Slippery road. Speeding is dangerous. Good kids don't speed.] [...] Then it happened. Maybe the driver panicked. Maybe Clara rushed him. The taxi skidded on a turn, spun out, and slammed into the guardrail. The front end crumpled. Chaos. People screamed, calling 911. The driver was unconscious. Clara was pinned in the back seat. Smoke started pouring from the hood. Fire or explosion imminent. The rescuers hesitated. "Door's jammed! Too deformed!" "It's gonna blow! Run!" I parked my bike and pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me." [System. Convert the remaining 35 points to Grip Strength. And loan me 20 points on credit. I'll pay back double.] [Loan? Impossible! That's against the rules... Tsk!] [Just this once.] I grabbed the car door with both hands. Veins popped. SCREEECH. Sharp metal sliced my palms, blood mixing with rain. I didn't stop. CRACK! I ripped the driver's door off its hinges with my bare hands. The crowd went silent. "Get him out!" I shouted. They snapped out of it and dragged the driver to safety. I walked to the back door. More blood dripped from my hands. Through the cracked window, Clara stared at me. Her face was white as a sheet. Her eyes held shock, disbelief, relief... and confusion. Her mouth opened, tears rolling down her face. I tore the back door off. The crowd pulled Clara out. As soon as she was safe, she fainted. But right before her eyes closed, she was looking for me. I was already on my bike, heading to the hospital to stitch my hands. Passersby filmed the whole thing.
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