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She seemed to read my thoughts and said triumphantly:
“Did you think I was born the heroine of this world, and those male leads just had to revolve around me?”
“Let me tell you, when I first came to this world, I was nothing. I was even beneath you! I only wanted to please Roman back then, but he ruthlessly sent me to this hellhole!”
“Everything I have today, I fought for it with my own blood and tears! I’m not afraid of the true heroine of this world, let alone an overconfident ‘savior‘ like you, a mere transmigrator who tries to ‘redeem‘ villains!”
Isabella ignored my shock, gripping my chin, her voice venomous: “All that love and affection you once had? Those were my dreams!”
“When I was locked in here, enduring torment, I kept thinking: why were you so lucky, able to make them open their hearts to you?”
“But I’m more capable than you! Now, I’m the one stepping all over you!”
She laughed triumphantly: “Using this face, I gained all the memories of this world’s true heroine. Aren’t you curious? Why were they so easily captivated by me?”
“Of course, I have to thank your years of effort. They’ve already attributed all your sacrifices to me! As for everything else, they’ll just fall for me themselves, becoming utterly devoted!”
So, this was the root of everything!
“I used to resent it, but now I realize, I won a long time ago! You got all the affection, but you failed at the last moment, betrayed by them!”
“The more they hurt you, the deeper their love for me grows! You just enjoy the ‘special training‘ I’ve prepared for you!”
I was imprisoned in this living hell, enduring inhuman torment.
The System, taking pity on me, comforted me: “Just hold on a little longer. Once you die, you can return to your world.”
I was silent for a moment, then said calmly, “I’ve changed my mind.”
I couldn’t die so uselessly.
“They always say that mistakes must be punished, and murder must be repaid with a life.”
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“So now, I’m going to become a true criminal, and then go home with a clean slate.”
In the school, there were many opportunities for me to die easily, but I stubbornly held on.
Until one day, I accidentally heard that a charity auction was to be held on the island. Girls would be confined like livestock in custom glass enclosures and auctioned off, to be humiliated and exploited.
I tried every way I could to secretly swap places with a girl who was originally set to be auctioned.
I knew Isabella would definitely attend this gala, and the four men would be with her.
I wanted them to witness my “crime” with their own eyes.
At the auction, I wore a mask and was brought onto the stage like an item.
Isabella, though she knew it was me, didn’t stop the auction. Instead, she watched with keen interest.
Before the auction, there was an “entertainment” segment where bidders could pay to humiliate me in various ways.
Someone paid a large sum for me to wear an electric shock collar, while others, more perverse, paid for me to take off my clothes…
My hands and feet were shackled, but I still had some room to move.
As one piece of clothing after another was stripped away, I suddenly began to softly hum a children’s rhyme–the one Grandma taught me.
During each male lead’s toughest moments, I would sing this song, because it would inevitably remind me of Grandma,
and of my distant home.
As the song began, Isabella’s face instantly twisted, and the four men, too, changed their expressions, their gazes
locked onto me.
Ryder, sitting in the front row, suddenly spoke: “She doesn’t sing as well as Scarlett. Her voice is hoarse.”
Yes, my throat had long been ruined by the torment.
I took one step forward at a time, moving closer to the glass enclosure, closer to them.
Soon, I would remove my last piece of clothing. On my chest, I had a unique birthmark that Sebastian and Roman had both seen.
At the crucial moment, Isabella made a bid, interrupting me. She said, “Though they’re willing, I can’t bear to see them humiliated.”
Her self–righteous act once again drew everyone’s attention.
Roman even hugged her tightly.
Just then, Julian, who had been silent, suddenly exclaimed, “Her left leg… it’s just like Scarlett’s!”
