My best friend is a total bombshell, a man-eater who’d already poached eight of my boyfriends. This time, she set her sights on the CEO, Ethan Vance, and successfully bagged him. I finally thought I could catch a break and have a normal relationship while she was busy conquering Ethan. But just as my boyfriend and I were about to get married, she poached him again. And Ethan found out. To be precise, Ethan and I caught them cheating together. We were standing outside the door, listening to our respective partners going at it inside. Ethan looked mortified. The CEO was facing a fresh, green lawn on his head for the first time. I leaned in and offered: "So, you want revenge? How about you try me?" 01 My best friend, Sasha Bell, is a stunning beauty. She turns heads just walking down the street. She’s long been used to it, and honestly, she finds most men she meets boring. One day, we were walking home after shopping. We ran into my college crush, Ethan Vance. Ethan, six-foot-three, with chiseled features, was waiting for someone outside a luxury store in his expensive sedan, looking like he belonged on a magazine cover. On impulse, I waved, and he actually nodded back. Sasha’s attention immediately snapped to him. She wouldn't shut up when we got home. "You knew a high-value man like that and never introduced me!" "Ugh, I haven't seen a guy like that in forever—a total 'suit killer!' Hot as hell! Exactly my type!" I was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through my phone, not looking up: "I didn't even know he remembered me." "He was the big campus star, now he's a tech magnate. He’s the complete package. If you caught him, half the women on the street would stare at you." "And what makes you think he’d want to be friends with me?" Sasha nudged me with her butt, complaining: "You went to school with him. Didn't you even have a crush?" I thought about it: "Well..." I gave her an obvious look-over, sizing up her curvy figure: "A hunk like that needs a bombshell like you. Even if I tried my hardest back then, he wouldn't have looked twice." "I’m just an average person. I can only admire the high-level dating game from a distance." I'm conventionally pretty, but next to Sasha, I fade into the wallpaper. Ethan is always surrounded by women who look just like Sasha. My flattery clearly worked. Sasha looked quite pleased. She hummed, picked up her lipstick, and reapplied it while strutting in front of the mirror. "You're right. He's standing there just waiting to be claimed by me. This is definitely going to be a tough conquest." I knew she'd win. In the ten years I've known her, Sasha has never failed to land a man. In Sasha's world, there are only men she likes and men she doesn't. If she likes him, he's hers. That includes my ex-boyfriends. Sasha never truly wanted my boyfriends. But she'd lift a finger, and they'd be obsessed with her. Then, within a week, she'd dump them and block them. She called it: "They fell for me too easily. These guys weren't serious about you anyway. I'm just helping you vet them!" "And I only do it because you're my best friend~!" 02 Sasha has the strongest execution I've ever seen. The next day, she insisted I go with her to find Ethan Vance. Ethan is a single tech CEO, currently fending off interest from old-money socialites and high-profile beauties. I knew he was waiting for some heiress outside the store because I was currently interviewing people at his company. Whenever I showed my press badge, his female employees were always eager to gossip about their rich, young boss. I wanted to see how Sasha would take down this ice prince. The opportunity finally came. Ethan's company was hosting a celebration party. His PR team had invited me, and I managed to snag an extra invite for Sasha. Sasha showed up in a floor-length black mermaid gown. Every head in the room turned. She was stunning—a bold, vibrant beauty. Every curve looked sculpted, and her movements were pure Venus. She instantly eclipsed the blonde, pure-as-snow heiress standing next to Ethan. Sasha walked up to Ethan naturally: "Hello." Ethan paused, then extended his hand. Even a CEO who's seen it all couldn't resist a beautiful woman radiating that much confidence. My female colleagues next to me were whispering: "Who is that? The CEO actually talked to her? Every other girl who tried to approach him got shut down." "I thought he was a total ice cube. She shattered my illusion." "Maybe that's the difference between average and drop-dead gorgeous. She's prettier than the models we hire, just a unique vibe..." "What's beauty matter? She's here for him. Don't be naive." "But isn't the CEO about to get engaged to that heiress? Now? Ugh..." I looked back. Sasha and Ethan were already deep in conversation. The blonde heiress was completely ignored, stomping her foot in frustration: "Where did that cheap tart come from? Look at her wiggling!" 03 Half a month later, Sasha came home one morning radiating the joy of victory. I handed her two fried eggs: "Congrats." Beauties have strict diets, and Sasha usually criticized my eggs for having too much oil. But she was in a good mood, so she devoured them happily. Only the red marks on her neck were a little distracting. "I succeeded again." I nodded: "Congrats. I also have something to tell you." I paused for a moment before saying: "I'm dating someone." Sasha frowned: "Since when? We live together; we're best friends. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "What? Were you worried I'd steal him, too?" I quickly waved my hands: "No, no." Sasha rolled her eyes, casually eating her eggs. "Don't worry. I have Ethan Vance. I won't be interested in anyone else for a while. He's the highest-value man I've landed in years." Sasha is so beautiful that every other woman pales in comparison. I'm her only friend. Besides poaching my boyfriends, she's always been good to me. She always brings me designer goods from her dates and never brings men back to our apartment. And because she kept poaching my exes, I became a total workaholic, focusing entirely on my studies and career, which is why I'm so successful now. But because she was always around, I never dared to date seriously. Until I met Andrew Ford. He graduated from medical school, works at a top hospital, isn't overtly handsome, but comes from a stable background. He ticked all my boxes for a potential husband. Most importantly, he seemed very grounded, exactly what I wanted for marriage. I managed the relationship carefully, and we were happy. But I was always terrified of letting him meet Sasha. No boyfriend of mine had ever escaped her pull. But now, I finally dared. With Ethan Vance on the scene, how could she possibly be interested in a doctor? When Andrew came over, Sasha was painting her nails on the sofa. She only glanced at him, barely acknowledging his presence. After Andrew left, she said casually: "Your taste is improving. He's much better than the last ones. If I didn't have Ethan, I'd definitely want a taste of that." I was instantly panicked: "You're not serious, are you?" Sasha didn't even lift an eyelid: "Please. He's just a small-time doctor. Why would I give up a CEO for a doctor?" 04 But I had underestimated Sasha again. I was at Ethan's company, reviewing an article with the PR manager. As I was about to leave, Ethan blocked my path. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to me directly. My heart pounded. It couldn't be work; the CEO wouldn't bother with me over small stuff. It had to be about... Sasha. I was right. Ethan pulled me aside: "Do you know what Sasha is doing today?" I shook my head, feigning sincerity: "I'm not sure. She said she had a date with you today and left early." Ethan frowned: "She did not have a date with me today." "Huh?" Ethan's face darkened: "Where did she go? You're her best friend; you must know. Take me to her." I looked bewildered: "Why?" Ethan, the businessman, saw my press badge and added: "I promise I'll give you interviews with me and several other rising tech CEOs in the city." Seeing my hesitation, Ethan upped the ante. "A guaranteed exclusive. Just for you." It was a crucial time for my career advancement. His offer was irresistible. I looked up at Ethan, making a decision. If he was going to expose his own heartbreak, who was I to stop him? "I heard her mention that the M Hotel has really good desserts. She's brought them back a few times. At this hour, she might be..." Ethan's face grew colder. I was right. He had never invited Sasha to the M Hotel. Someone else was having fun with Sasha there. And I already knew who it was. 05 I rode in Ethan's luxury car to the hotel. I gave the front desk Sasha's ID. Thanks to Ethan's massive influence, we quickly found the suite registered under Sasha's name. Standing outside the door, we could hear the sounds of passion inside. Sasha's voice was full of cooing and excitement; the thrill made her voice sharp. "Be gentle... I can't take this, oh my God." "Mm, did you ever feel this way with her?" "Of course not. She's like a dead fish in bed. You have so many tricks, baby." "But you still have to marry her... Men always say one thing and do another, ah..." Ethan and I listened for a few minutes. My face went pale. Ethan was enraged, his face flushed. He looked ready to kick the door in and confront Sasha. Just before he lost it. I tugged his sleeve and whispered awkwardly: "The man inside... I think that's my boyfriend." Ethan instantly froze. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with sympathy.
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