Chapter 1

When I didn't immediately argue back, Steven softened his tone.

"Nadia, you need to understand something. A successful man like me is bound to have a few women on the side. Don't worry. From now on, I'll treat both of you fairly.

"It's just that Molly has a stubborn personality. You'll need to be more accommodating toward her. "Otherwise, when she gets jealous, she's capable of anything. If that happens, you'll be the one who suffers."

A look of disdain flashed through Molly Hart's eyes.

Yet I heard her inner thoughts clearly.

"What kind of nonsense is this jerk spouting?

"He's the cheater, but he's pinning the blame on me. I seriously want to slap him so hard he'd stick to the wall!"

At the same time, an electronic voice sounded.

[Host, quit complaining and say the villainess's lines. If you don't, I'll administer an electric shock.]

Molly's expression stiffened.

She took a deep breath and put on an arrogant act.

"Since Steven has spoken, I'll make myself clear too. You may have the title of Mrs. Cooper, but in this house, you'll do as I say. Otherwise..."

I finally became certain that I could really hear her thoughts.

And she was actually a transmigrator with a system.

She looked so miserable trying to play the villainess that I couldn't hold back a laugh.

My laughter left both of them stunned.

Steven's frown deepened, and his voice turned cold.

"What are you laughing at?"

Molly narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of confusion flashing across them.

But she continued reciting her villainess lines.

"What? Did this get to you?"

I reached out and grabbed Molly's hand.

"Is it true that when you get jealous, you're capable of anything, like Steven said?"

She froze.

I took another step forward.

"Then can you make a plate of homemade barbecue ribs?"

"W-What?"

Molly's face was filled with shock and confusion.

I bit my lip, and my eyes instantly reddened.

"My mom and I only had each other growing up. Whenever I was upset, she'd make homemade barbecue ribs to cheer me up.

"Ever since she passed away, I've never tasted barbecue ribs as good as hers.

"Miss Hart, since you’re capable of anything when you’re jealous... then... could you make me a plate of homemade barbecue ribs that tastes like my mother's?"

The living room fell silent for a full three seconds.

Steven stared at me as if I had lost my mind before finally forcing out a response.

"Nadia York, what exactly are you playing at?"

Molly's expression was equally priceless.

Meanwhile, she was still questioning her system in her head.

"System, this isn't how the story is supposed to go. Wasn't the female lead supposed to cry, agree to everything, and silently endure the humiliation in the original novel?"