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But my mission progress stalled.
I knew this pattern—once Isabella apologized, he'd crawl back.
In my four previous attempts, he always wavered.
I was just her placeholder—he only remembered me when she ignored him.
Daniel found me—he said he'd compensate me for Isabella.
“She killed my baby—a life for a life. I want hers.”
Daniel's face twisted.
“You know that's impossible.”
I smirked. Of course—no matter what Isabella did, these three men always protected her.
So I asked Daniel to help me escape.
As the male lead, he had ways—soon, I was out.
“What will you do now?”
Daniel offered me money to leave Seaside Heights—not because he regretted bullying me, but to protect Isabella's reputation.
After those two jerks, Daniel almost seemed decent.
He transferred $5 million to my account.
I checked the balance and smiled, “Buy a nice grave for myself.”
He looked annoyed.
“Elara, now that you're out, live properly somewhere.”
“Don't throw your life away.”
Of course, he'd say that.
I rolled my eyes, “Don't preach to me.
I'm not into the redemption arc.”
“Isabella pulled that ‘I'm so bullied' act with you, didn't she?
That's how you got together.”
“But I'm not her.”
Daniel's face darkened.
“Elara, no wonder no one likes you.”
He drove off angrily.
I didn't care.
I booked a hotel, showered, and browsed funeral services on social media.
One stood out—they handled everything, even pre-planning.
Perfect—someone would bury me.
I ordered pills online, then bought a pretty dress at the mall.
The Blackwoods rarely let me wear dresses—they felt guilty if I looked nice, as if it insulted Isabella.
Their guilt made them neglect me—let the servants mistreat me, let Isabella bully me...
After shopping, I went to the funeral home.
A gentle assistant explained their services.
I went all out—bought the premium package.
When she saw my name, she paused but stayed professional.
After picking a plot, she showed me around.
I saw a piano in the garden.
“Can I play it?”
She smiled, “Of course—it's part of our deluxe package. Includes a solo.”
I sat at the piano—familiar yet strange.
The first note brought back muscle memory.
The weather was nice—a good day to die.
I smiled softly—until I heard Lucas's voice.
“Elara!”
He looked ragged—seeing me, his eyes burned with obsession and love.
He ran toward me like a madman.
The system chimed, “Congratulations, host. Mission complete. You've won $100 million.”
