Chapter 3
In my previous life, I was forced to undergo plastic surgery, liposuction, breast augmentation, and even had two ribs removed from my waist.
What suffocated me most was that genital reconstruction
surgery.
The pain wasn’t just physical–it felt like they were carving away pieces of my dignity.
Not to mention those mandatory shame classes every night- teaching us how to please men, how to make them dependent on you, how to serve them like a perfect sex toy.
This so–called socialite training academy claimed to teach us how to package ourselves as refined ladies, but in reality, it was just grooming girls to become playthings for wealthy men.
I gritted my teeth and secretly called home, only to receive not rescue, but a torrent of curses from my mother.
I spent little money and earned them little profit, so naturally I became the most useless one.
After enduring several Christmases in that hellhole, I was nearly drained into an empty shell.
Then, a turning point appeared.
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When the training academy was selecting a target for me, they chose a twice–divorced movie star–the same man who almost married me in my previous life, Evren Wynn.
Actually, the academy didn’t want to waste much effort on me initially, but at a drinking party, he set his sights on me.
He sent me jewelry and money, but the academy confiscated everything, claiming it was payment for the tuition I owed them.
This training academy was never free–the bill just came later.
The girls who weren’t picked by tycoons or old men met even worse fates.
The contracts were filled with clauses designed to squeeze people dry–if you couldn’t climb up, you could only sink down.
When Evren chose me, I found it absurd myself, but soon Sally had mapped out a “transformation” plan for me.
From his ex–wife’s habits to his preferred lipstick shades, they helped me replicate everything one–to–one until I became his ideal type.
I wasn’t without suspicions about his motives, thinking he just wanted a new plaything, but I never expected him to propose to me in front of so many people.
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My parents went crazy with excitement, and Sally felt she had produced an ace.
That night, staring at the engagement ring, my heart was in turmoil.
I thought I could finally escape the cage through this marriage, but deep down I knew this was just trading one hell for another hell dressed in flowers.
While I hesitated, my phone received two strange messages.
【Run. Don’t say yes to him.】
【He’s a pervert, and his family is even worse.】
I sent back a question mark.
Soon after, a pitifully clean burner account added me.
【Believe it or not, but if you really marry into that family, you won’t just be serving him alone. His father, his son, and himself -they’ll take turns. They’ll also film that stuff to blackmail you. Think it through!】
I felt like someone had slammed my heart with an iron hammer, and I nearly suffocated.
【Who are you?】
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【A victim.]
At that time, Maria happened to be home for Christmas.
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With relatives visiting, she appeared poised and articulate, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
She could cook wonderfully, and besides that, everything she said and did was flawless. The relatives looked at her like she was the family’s pride.
Uncle Leo, after drinking, pointed at her and praised loudly: “You Lancasters have raised a wonderful daughter! Look at Maria’s appearance, her temperament—she’ll definitely marry into a good family.”
My mother beamed with joy, waving her hand with false modesty: “She can marry whoever she wants, we won’t interfere!”
Aunt Jane laughed even more enthusiastically: “Well, she should find a wealthy man to match our Maria. Maria, tell us what kind of person you’re looking for?”
Maria blinked, smiled sweetly, and shyly pointed at the man singing on the living room TV, like a proper bashful young lady.
“I already have a target–it’s him.”
The man on TV was the same one who had driven me to desperation in my previous life–Evren Wynn.
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