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Chapter 3

ผู้เขียน: Lovely
What was I even expecting? A touch of warmth from a man who saw me as nothing more than data and a test subject?

Wasting no more breath, I grabbed the pen and signed the content form. Then I took the blue vial, twisted off the cap, and chugged it down like ordinary water.

The effects hit faster than ever before, churning my stomach as if it were in a high-speed blender. Pain exploded from my core and spread rapidly through my entire body. I curled up on the cold floor, convulsing uncontrollably while sweat soaked through my clothes.

Through the thick glass, I caught sight of Charlotte watching my agony with a faint smirk. Samuel remained in place, tablet in hand, focused on recording my vital signs—heart rate, blood pressure, and nerve reactions.

He didn't even glance down at me once. To him, I wasn't a person; I was merely animated data providing results for his experiments.

The agony intensified, and it felt as if my organs were shifting out of place. Finally, I couldn't hold it back and began vomiting violently on the floor. What came up wasn't food remnants but bright red blood, splattering like petals on his pristine, expensive shoes.

Samuel reacted at last, stepping back with a look of disgust.

"What a mess," he said impassively, as if addressing himself or me. "Clean it up. The data collection is nearly complete. Charlotte's next treatment should proceed smoothly."

Lying there completely drained, I could barely lift a finger.

The system prompted: "Host's health dropped to 30%, danger zone. Samuel's affection up 5%, heartbreak value +30%."

It was ironic how my suffering could boost his fondness for me.

Using my final reserves of energy, I propped myself up, wiped the blood from my mouth, and extended a weak hand toward him.

My voice came out raspy and broken. "Hazard pay is due, right? Cash this time."

Checks could get frozen, after all. Cash was always the safest option.

Samuel paused, clearly not expecting me to focus on money even in that state. His contempt deepened, and he tossed a credit card into the puddle of blood. "PIN's six zeros. Now get out."

My hands trembled as I picked up the stained card and clutched it tightly. It was what I had earned. Leaning against the wall for support, I staggered to my feet and headed out.

At the hospital entrance, craving a breath of fresh air, I bumped into a solid chest. It was Theodore Xander.

"Lindsey, I'm here to pick you up," he said, smoothly guiding me into a black sedan parked by the curb.

He took the driver's seat, looking every bit the polished gentleman in that sharp suit. He was like a knight arriving to rescue me, but his following words plunged me straight into despair. "Wendy got into a hit-and-run last night."
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  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 10

    I knew then that I was leaving this world behind."Goodbye, Frederick. May you wake up screaming from nightmares every night, clutching my red heel, forever haunted by the memory of your cold indifference as you slipped the necklace into your pocket to frame me.""Goodbye, Samuel. May every time you grip a scalpel bring forth the image of my blood splattered across your shoes, accompanied by the echo of your dismissive words telling me not to be so dramatic.""Goodbye, Theodore. May flipping through every law book you encounter replay the cruel things you said in that police car, reminding you eternally of how you callously called me an orphan."Their affections came too late, too tainted, and too cheap. I wanted no part of them.I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be enveloped by the warm light. Around me, everything faded into profound, absolute silence.Sometime later, scattered tales from that forsaken world reached my ears.Frederick had given up his inheritance and squand

  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 9

    Waving my phone, I added slowly, "But just to be clear, I never promised that I'd follow through on any obligations after taking the payment. Feel free to sue me. I'll gladly cover the penalties. I've got cash to burn now."Ignoring their shock and despair, I tapped on my phone and donated all the money to the ASPCA stray dog rescue foundation.I zoomed in on the donation receipt and held it up for them to see. "Your love has real value after all. I'd much rather use it to feed and care for dogs than waste another second on trash like you."After that incident, the three men hung around my rented beach villa like lost pups, refusing to leave no matter what. They endured the blazing sun and pouring rain, going without food or drink in an attempt to appeal to my sympathy.They seemed convinced that this display of self-inflicted suffering would soften my resolve. Unfortunately for them, my heart had long since turned to an unyielding stone, hardened by their repeated trampling.The

  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 8

    "Lindsey!" they shouted almost in unison, lunging toward me like maniacs.I snapped my fingers coolly, and eight burly men in black suits and sunglasses materialized from behind me, forming an impenetrable wall three meters away.I slid my sunglasses back on and leaned comfortably into my chair. "Private time. No interruptions.""Lindsey!""Please, let me explain!""Let me through! I need to see her!"The three men thrashed wildly against the unyielding guards, desperate to break through. The surrounding guests stared in stunned silence, whispering about what appeared to be a dramatic romantic pursuit unfolding before their eyes.Eventually, their frantic struggles subsided, and they collapsed into the most humiliating posture imaginable. Across that human barrier and under the weight of astonished gazes, the once-invincible trio had been reduced to the state of abandoned mutts."I screwed up," Frederick cried, his voice hoarse. "Come back to me, and everything I have, includin

  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 7

    Later, when they sorted through my belongings, they had fully expected to find diaries I'd written, photos I'd hidden away, or some other tokens of love.But after ransacking my condo, all they uncovered were stacks of checks, numerous credit cards, and closets filled with designer bags and jewels—bought with the money they had casually thrown at me.There were no photos of us together, no love letters, and nothing at all that hinted at genuine emotion.Frederick stared at that cold accumulation of wealth and crumbled under its weight. He collapsed on the floor and sobbed like a lost child. "She didn't want anything from me... Nothing except money... She never even truly loved me."It wasn't until that moment that the truth hit them all: the girl they'd perceived as a lovesick fool, willing to die for them, had been nothing but a sharp actress who used them as mobile ATMs.This crushing realization inflicted a pain that was far more excruciating than death. It struck at the very c

  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 6

    I continued, "Samuel, that latest drug you tested on me? I slipped some into your daily coffee. Let's go down together, you quack. And Theodore, why should I take the heat for your woman's mess?"Just then, the system's countdown began echoing in my mind, "Exit portal opening. Countdown commencing: three, two, one."The three men froze in their tracks, watching in fear as I backed toward the railing. Their agonized roars followed."Lindsey! Don't you dare!""No!""Come back!"In that instant, I could see their affection meters displayed vividly before me—teetering close to zero before skyrocketing to 100%, as if propelled by some explosive force.It was too late to make any difference.I lifted my wine glass high and splashed the crimson liquid straight into their faces. "Game over, losers!"I spread my arms wide and, amid a chorus of screams, fell backward into the dark, endless ocean. Like a red kite suddenly severed from its guiding string, I was instantly swallowed by the

  • Cracked After My Fake Death   Chapter 5

    The joint engagement party for the three prominent families was held on a massive luxury yacht.Frederick, Samuel, and Theodore, the three golden bachelors, stood together as the centers of attention. Beside them were their true loves: the fragile Sophia Reed, the aloof Charlotte Hayes, and the innocent Wendy Tate.They looked like perfect pairs, accepting congratulations and envious glances from the guests. I remained the only unwelcome shadow in this glamorous event.In a quiet corner, plainclothes police officers stood ready, waiting to haul me away as the supposed extortionist and hit-and-run driver once the party concluded.Frederick kept shooting glances my way, expecting me to crawl over and beg for Sophia's forgiveness.Samuel chatted with medical experts, his eyes occasionally flicking toward me. Theodore raised his glass in my direction with a polite smile, but the warning in his gaze was clear: play your role well.I was dressed in a striking fire-red gown, with my hai

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