Chapter 5

I silently thanked my past self.

Good thing I had reread that novel several times. Otherwise I wouldn’t have remembered exactly where Henry’s bedroom was.

I stood at his door and knocked.

He was on the phone. “We’ll talk at the office tomorrow. My sister’s looking for me.”

He hung up, walked over, and ruffled my hair. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset? Did Daniel bully you again? Tell me, and I’ll beat him up.”

I threw myself into his arms with a dramatic sob.

“Henry, take me with you. Daniel keeps me locked up. I have no freedom. I’m miserable… I can’t take it anymore…”

I clutched his shirt. “Take me away. I’ll marry you. I swear I will.”

Henry froze completely.

A soft, cold laugh drifted from the hallway.

I turned, eyes full of tears, and saw Daniel standing not far away, looking like a ghost that refused to move on.

I immediately hid behind Henry. “I want to leave you! I refuse to be your plaything!”

Daniel’s expression darkened. “One husband isn’t enough for you. You want a whole harem? Aren’t you afraid your parents would beat you senseless if they heard this?”

I glared at him. “My mom is in the hospital waiting for surgery money, and you’re keeping me locked up so I can’t even see her. You absolute monster!”

Wendy and her mother suddenly appeared too.

Wendy practically squealed, “Mom, look! Turns out our little sister is out here selling herself to save you!”

I bit my lip and stared at Wendy’s smug, toxic face. “Control your man. Tell him to stay away from me.”

Her expression twisted like she was constipated.

I looked up at Henry with trembling lashes. “Henry, please take me away. I know you like me.”

“…”

The farce ended with Daniel dragging me back to the car, his face pitch-black.

Behind us, Henry’s dad was chasing him around with a feather duster, shouting and demanding to know if he had “done anything improper” with me.

Dinner was completely ruined.

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I never expected even Henry wouldn’t be able to save me.

Daniel drove with a hard, severe expression.

I knew that look too well.

Every time he looked like that, it meant he was planning to punish me.

He spoke slowly. “You really think you’re living inside that trashy novel. What’s next? Are you going to go recruit five more boyfriends for yourself?”

“It’s part of the plot,” I said with full moral righteousness. “I’m respecting the story’s development. So stop getting in my way.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh. “Wonderful. I didn’t realize you could be this insane. I’ve been going easy on you because I didn’t want you to get tired.”

My eyes instantly reddened.

He never cared about what I felt.

Not once.

Because in that no-morals reverse-harem story, my suffering was basically a feature.

Even if I had a fever, he wouldn’t stop.

He had even commented that I was “warm.”

He seriously had the nerve to say things like that.

At a red light, he turned toward me and gently brushed my hair.

“Baby,” he murmured, “you were disappointed no one works on Sundays, right?”

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added,

“Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.”

A chill crawled up my spine.

Something felt very, very wrong…