1. The system told me that if this body died, I could return to my original world. This was after I’d failed to capture the hearts of the three male leads. So, I happily ordered a massive carb-loaded feast down in this dark, musty basement. After finishing it, I got out a length of rope and prepared to hang myself. But just as I was about to slip my head into the noose, a barrage of glowing comments flashed across my vision. [Nooooo, sweetie! Your brother is only treating you badly because he feels guilty toward the foster sister! You are his most beloved sister!] [Exactly! Your fiancé is the same way! It's just because the foster sister saved him. His heart is BLEEDING every time he hurts you!] [And your childhood best friend only feels guilt for the foster sister, too! Don't give up! Don't kill yourself! If you die, those three will go insane!] ... I had just stepped onto the stool when these bizarre comments appeared before me. Reading them, I felt nothing but utter ridicule. For over twenty years, I had poured my entire heart and soul into trying to win over this world's three male leads. Yet, because the foster sister attempted suicide that one time, they subjected me to extreme torment, kicked me out into this godforsaken rental room, and caused me to rack up massive debt, enduring daily beatings from loan sharks. Now these comments were telling me that I was the one they truly loved? It was laughable. I ignored them, slipped my head into the noose, and kicked the stool away. The feeling of suffocation slowly crept in. In my mind's eye, I saw the loving smiles of my parents. It's finally happening. I’m going home. [Relax, everyone! Big Bro is coming right now! He’ll save her while pretending to be tough!] [Yup, yup! He acts like he hates her, but he’ll be terrified seeing her try to kill herself!] [The foster sister saved the three male leads, so they have to repay their debt! Sweetie, be understanding of them! Once the fiancé and the foster sister have their ceremony, their debt will be fully repaid!] The next second, the rickety basement door was violently smashed open. My brother, Ron Clark, rushed in and pulled me down, a fleeting look of panic in his eyes. I hit the floor hard, feeling a profound regret that I hadn't made it home to my parents. "Lola, what is this act of yours? What are you doing? Raven is suffering from depression because of you. She's just having a commitment ceremony with Ethan; it’s not a real marriage! Who are you trying to impress with this stunt? "Do you think anyone will feel sorry for you if you kill yourself? I just feel sickened." I looked at that face, so familiar yet filled with such contempt for me, and my heart ached with a dull, numb pain. Ron was an illegitimate child in our family. When he first joined us, he was disliked, and kids at school often bullied him. I was the first one to take his hand and tell him he was good enough. I shared everything with him. When he discovered a passion for piano, I argued relentlessly with the elders and finally secured him a spot with a master teacher. He adored a rare, out-of-print music score that I found, but it was in shreds. I stayed up for nights, even damaging my eyesight, just to painstakingly piece it back together for him. He used to smile, carrying me on his back, promising to be good to me forever. "Lola is my sister. I would die before I let anything hurt her." But that man who made those fervent promises—everything changed when the foster sister, Raven, arrived. 2. Raven often played the innocent victim to frame me. And right when I was about to marry my fiancé, Ethan Hayes, she ran up to a rooftop in a wedding dress and threatened to jump. To appease her, my fiancé and brother threw me out of the Clark estate, set me up with that enormous loan shark debt, and had me blacklisted across the city. For three years, I've been hiding daily, constantly subject to beatings. The legs that once danced ballet are now permanently injured, crippled by a compound fracture. [Waaah, Big Bro is actually so sad saying those things! His fists are clenched tight!] [It's because the debt hasn't been repaid! I know Sweetie is hurt, but try to think of Big Bro! He only favors the foster sister because of the life debt.] [So angsty! My heart aches for Big Bro.] It was utterly ridiculous. What did their life debt have to do with me? For twenty years, I had been nothing but kind and loyal to Ron. I looked at Ron and smiled faintly. "As you wish, I won't be a nuisance anymore." Before Ron could react, I grabbed the fruit knife from the table and brutally slashed my own wrist. "LOLA!!!" Before I blacked out, I only heard Ron’s heartbroken scream. I truly thought this time I would finally die. But no. I was jolted awake by a glass hitting the wall. Opening my eyes, I saw Raven and Ethan standing by my hospital bed. Raven was crying pitifully, while Ethan was rigid with fury. "Sister, please don't hurt yourself because of me! I won't marry Ethan anymore." Raven leaned against Ethan, delicate as a willow, looking like she might collapse at any moment. Ethan immediately steadied her, his gaze aristocratic and cold as he looked at me. "What stunt are you pulling now? Do you realize Raven has called off the ceremony these past few days because of you? She isn't eating or sleeping well! It's not even a legal marriage yet! Who are you trying to impress by being so dramatic?" [Ahhh, who noticed the fiancé's tightly clenched hands? Saying those nasty things to the female lead hurts him ten thousand times more!] [He has to repay the life debt, so he can't let the foster sister be sad and must comply with her every wish. He just has to inconvenience Sweetie first.] [Sweetie, don't cry! The sweetness will come after the ceremony! You’ll be the main character in a sweet romance then!] [Who understands the fiancé's restrained love? The more he loves, the more he holds back! The angst is killing me!] These comments didn't bring me an ounce of joy. Instead, I was flooded with memories of Ethan. I met him in high school while I was an exchange student abroad for two years. He was betrayed by his father's illegitimate son, driven overseas, and was so broke he looked like a common beggar. I took him in. He was a spoiled young master who didn't know how to cook, so I cooked for him and managed the household, restoring him to his former self. My attentive care transformed him from an icy figure to a tender, loving partner. He used to secretly sketch me while I slept and write "My Wife" in French on the margin. Back in the States, I helped him regain control of his family's corporation. He said he wanted to marry me and give me the grandest wedding in the world. But after Raven's "life-saving act," everything shattered. The Ethan who was once so gentle now hated and avoided me, even feeling sick at the sound of my name. He was the one who personally ordered the breaking of my violin-playing hands. All because of a ridiculous, easily disproven "life-saving act." I couldn't speak. I just lowered my head. "I don't want anything. I just want peace. I have nothing left. At least my life is my own." [Why does Sweetie always say things to hurt the male lead's feelings?] [I'm sorry, but I think the female lead is being a bit dramatic. The male lead is so devoted and restrained. What more does she want?] These comments, with their endless "Sweetie," treated me like a tool for their shipping fantasy. In their minds, the male lead's pain was always the only thing that mattered. 3. Ethan's eyelashes fluttered. He instinctively reached out to stroke my hair, like he used to. But he quickly pulled his hand back, sneering. "Do you think we'll pity you for using these tricks? If you want to die, go do it far away. Don't be a bother here!" Ethan glared down at me, then swiftly summoned people to tie me down. I struggled in panic. "What are you doing?" "You want to die? I won't let you. I want you to wish you were dead but be forced to live!" They tossed me into a remote psychiatric hospital. It looked familiar because it was one of Chris's properties. I was strapped to a hospital bed. Chris Walker entered, holding his phone, speaking to someone on the other end in a tone of false sweetness, calling them "Sis." "Sis, you rest up. Don't worry, I won't miss your ceremony with Ethan!" But when he looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust. "Ha. Ethan told me you're throwing another suicide pity party. Lola, you're so damn pathetic!" [Wow, wow, wow, here comes the Tsundere Puppy, Chris!] [He's jealous that Sweetie is always with the fiancé and Big Bro, so he's intentionally bullying her to get her attention.] [Haha, making a call in front of his sister to make her jealous! Such a cute, arrogant little one!] The "cute, arrogant boy" the comments described was now using the most venomous words to curse me. Chris was my childhood best friend, the little brother who always followed me. When he was fifteen, we got caught in an avalanche while skiing. I dug him out of the snow bit by bit and then carried him down the mountain. Because of this, I suffered severe frostbite and was sent straight to the ICU. When Chris woke up, he stayed by my hospital door for several days and nights, his eyes red and swollen. He watched over me for the entire time I was in a coma. When I finally woke up, he threw himself into my arms, crying and calling me foolish. "I’d rather die than let anything happen to you, Sis." He was sincere and heartfelt then. I stroked his head and comforted him with a smile. The Chris in my memory was completely different from the one standing here. "You like playing with death? Fine, enjoy your stay in my mental hospital." Chris waved his hand, and immediately a group of people in white coats entered. They carried syringes and vials, indiscriminately sticking needles into my arm. I struggled desperately, even yelling Chris's name. Please, save me, for the sake of me saving you on that mountain. But Chris just gave me a quick glance, then promptly closed his eyes and left. They shoved unknown drugs into my mouth and washed them down with water. I closed my eyes in despair, tears streaming down my face. I spent the next few months enduring pure hell. When I was awake, they drugged me, gave me shocks, and fed me expired, moldy food. I was living, but less than human, without the strength to even attempt suicide again. [Does anyone else think this is too much? Why is the male lead letting the female lead be abused like this?] [You don't get it. This is a must for the angst novel! The more it hurts now, the sweeter it will be later.] [Exactly! The male lead's pain is so much greater! Can you please feel for the male lead? I’m so over this.] After a full month of torment, I was finally released. Chris walked into the room. Seeing my fragile state, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "Do you know you were wrong?" 4. I didn't answer. I just closed my eyes. [Sweetie, just apologize quickly! Seeing you like this, Bestie is completely brokenhearted!] [One tear from Sweetie, and Bestie will give you his life! Quick, say you're sorry!!!] I found it utterly ridiculous. Chris didn't press the issue and walked over to pick me up. I frowned in disgust and clearly struggled. Chris's face paled, and he lifted me roughly. "Do you think I want to touch you? Someone as low as a rat in a gutter—I hate even touching you! If Raven hadn't told me to pick you up, I wouldn't spend another second looking at your disgusting face." Chris held me tight, pressing my head against his chest. [Bestie acts disgusted, but he's secretly thrilled! He finally gets to hug his sister!] [Bestie is going to go back and show off to the other two a million times, like it was nothing, hahahaha!] Did Chris truly love me, as the comments claimed? Perhaps. But his love was cheap and loathsome. Chris took me to a bridal shop where Raven was smiling, trying on a wedding gown. When she saw my disheveled state, a flash of mockery and smugness crossed her eyes. "Sister, you're here! Come quickly and help me try on dresses. My ceremony wouldn't be complete without you!" "Chris, you should go now. This is sister-time for us!" Chris frowned. "If I leave, what if Lola bullies you?" "Chris, don't say that about Sister Lola! I know she didn't mean it before!" Raven feebly defended me, which only served to cement the story that I was the one who had bullied her. After Chris left, Raven looked at me, a malicious smile curving her lips. "Oh, Sister. You did so much for those three, but what good did it do you? In the end, I'm the only one in their hearts." Raven's friend stood next to her, sniping cruelly, "Raven, why bother talking to her? She's just a discarded mistress." "Why don't we let her try on the wedding dress for you? Didn't she want to marry Ethan so badly?" They burst into laughter, surrounding me and stripping my clothes off, piece by piece. "Look! That scar on her body is so ugly, hahahahaha!" That scar was from when I saved Chris on the snowy mountain. I once complained about it to him. He had promised then that he would never let anyone mock my scar. But now, all my shame was laid bare for the person he cherished to see, stripped of all dignity. I was left in my underwear. They took out their phones, snapping pictures and shrieking with mockery. I desperately tried to cover myself, but they kept pulling my arms away. I don't know how long it lasted before a sudden roar came from the doorway. "STOP IT!" Ron strode in, frowning at the scene. He took off his jacket and shielded me. "Brother, my friends are just playing a joke on Sister. There's no harm intended. Please don't be angry with them, okay?" Raven explained airily, as if she knew Ron would always favor her and blindly take her side. Sure enough, he only glanced at me and said nothing more. 5. [Waaah, don't be sad, Sweetie. Big Bro actually cares about you.] [Big Bro's hands are about to bleed from clenching them! He must be so heartbroken inside.] [Big Bro is the one who loves Sweetie the most, and he'll be the one to spoil her the most in the later plot!] I watched the comments try to justify Ron's actions with cold eyes. True love doesn't involve harm. These three men, who had hurt me the deepest, didn't deserve to speak of love. Ethan and Raven's ceremony quickly arrived. Ethan and Chris forced me to work as a server at the ceremony, all because Raven had said she wanted to hear my blessing. Raven and Ethan, dressed in their magnificent wedding attire, presided over the ceremony while I stood in the middle, holding a tray, subject to public ridicule. "That's Lola. I heard she tried to steal her sister's fiancé." "She’s so wicked, nothing like Raven." "She's still here, shamelessly, at their ceremony. Is she still holding out hope?" Raven stood by the massive cake, holding a serving knife and showing off to me. "Sister, this is the most important day of my life. Can you bless me?" I remained silent for a long time. Ethan frowned and sharply ordered me. "Lola, didn't you hear Raven speak?" I just stared at the knife in Raven's hand. I realized I had finally found my way home. If they wouldn't let me live in peace, then even in death, I wouldn't let them have peace. "What are you doing, Lola?" Chris, who was standing the furthest away, noticed that something was wrong with me, but it was already too late. I lunged forward, pressing my chest right onto the blade, plunging it in hard. I instantly collapsed, bleeding profusely, feeling life drain away. I was finally going home. As I fell, there were three anguished roars. [WTF, why did Sweetie kill herself?!] [This isn't supposed to be a sweet romance, is it?!] [Oh no, if she dies, what about the three male leads?!] Raven still gripped the knife handle, screaming in shock and instinctively turning to Ethan for help. But Ethan didn't even look at her. He knelt before me, stunned and heartbroken, carefully lifting me. "Lola, Lola, wake up. You're trying to scare me again, aren't you? Don't do this. I was wrong, I don't love Raven, I only love you, truly. I was wrong, I was wrong!" I still had a shred of strength, so I struggled desperately, pushing Ethan's hand away, and slowly closed my eyes. My soul gradually pulled away from my body. Ethan completely shattered. He pressed his face against mine, his tears mixing with my blood. "Lola, wake up! Wake up! We'll get married right now, okay? We promised to get married! You can't break your promise!" Ethan's voice grew numb and hysterical. He didn't seem to believe I was dead, holding me tightly and whispering about our past. "Lola? Lola!" Ron, who had just returned from outside, heard the enormous commotion. He then saw my cold corpse. Ethan held me tight, refusing to let anyone touch me. "Ron, what happened to my Lola? What happened to her?! Tell me!" Ron trembled as he touched my face. His voice choked up; he couldn't speak a single word. "Lola... Sis..." Chris was completely frozen in place. When he finally reacted, he rushed over, knelt down, and stared blankly at me. "Sis, you're just scaring me, right? How can you die? You can't die! You promised we'd go back to that mountain! You can't break your promise! Wake up! Wake up!"
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