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As it turned out, my hunch was spot-on.By day two of my vanishing act, my face was plastered all over town.Not in some scandalous exposé or racy snapshots, but in a series of missing person posters, put out by the guys.One by one, they rang me up, sending videos filled with remorse.Eric's voice came through, rough with emotion. "I was so blind, mistaking a pebble for a pearl. Janet's been charged with slander and fraud. I won't let her hurt you again, Yara. Please come back–I'm lost without you."Lance looked like he had seen a ghost. "I've wiped out every last photo and video. Anyone who's ever hurt you is going to regret it. Elaine? She's knee-deep in legal trouble now: extortion, privacy invasion, you name it. She's going down. Yara, please, let me make things right."Ron was a wreck. "We've got the proof. Mabel's going down for what she did to my brother. Her whole crew's going down. Yara, I've been a monster. I took your goodness for granted. Your cooking's the only thin
All three stood there, dumbfounded.Then, their voices rose, each louder than the last.Eric blurted, "Yara, have you lost your mind? You've been after me for years, waiting for this moment. Cut the act–I forgive you."Lance chimed in, "Yara, you've always wanted to make things official, right? I'm offering you that."Ron was the most exasperating of all. "Yara, are you still holding a grudge against me? We were about to tie the knot. How can you just walk away now?"The words of three people triggered another meltdown among the women.They each stepped forward, asking if their own wealthy CEO-boyfriend had lost his mind, if he had not understood what I was saying, and what reason he could have to cling to a girl like me, known for being fickle with men.Eric shoved Janet aside. "You've got no business trash-talking Yara."As the room teetered on the edge of total chaos, I raised my voice again. "Cut it out! Take a good look at yourselves. Why on earth should I fancy any of you
Ron's expression turned to stone as he locked eyes with Eric.The tension between the two men was palpable; a fight seemed imminent.Ron's brow furrowed. "You're Eric?"I was floored.What was happening there?'How do they know each other?' I wondered.Before I could wrap my head around it, the door was kicked open once more.Janet leaped aside as Lance's gruff voice filled the room. "Yara, what's the deal with you and that doctor? They're saying you've been..."I had not even gotten the words out when Lance stormed in, his eyebrows knotted up like pretzels. "Eric, Ron? What are you two doing here?"My heart skipped a beat.If I did not smell trouble then, I would have to check if my brain was still in gear.I summoned the system in a panic, demanding to know how those three were connected."They're brothers, host," the system chimed in with an oblivious cheeriness. "They're part of a series, remember? You wanted three outstanding CEOs, and they popped right into my mind. H
For the third time, I woke up in a hospital bed. This time, the bed and my company were different. Ron was there, looking worse for wear, clutching two pieces of paper.Ron had come to me on his own, unlike the others. His reason was simple: my eyes were a 70%-match for his sister-in-law, Mabel, and he needed a stand-in.Back then, Mabel was with his brother, and Ron was left longing from afar. He collected look-alikes obsessively, gathering pieces of her wherever he could.There were many stand-ins: one with Mabel's nose, another with her silhouette, yet another with her profile. However, out of all of them, I was the one who stayed by his side the longest.There were two big reasons why I tried to get close to Ron. The first was pretty simple: I had my sights set on him. The second? I needed his cash to take care of Eric.Ron did not really stand out to me at first. He was the kind of guy who kept to himself, had a job that was not a run-of-the-mill nine-to-five, and with all hi
Elaine was surprised. "What did you just say?" "Everyone's so eager to see those bed pictures, huh? Well, no need for you to bother. I'll share them myself." I whipped out my phone, fired up a live stream, and started peeling off layers for the camera."Hey, folks, I'm Yara. Lately, I've been hassled by this woman, Elaine, who's been blackmailing me with some intimate shots of her best friend and me.""Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Is she doing all this because she's got a crush on her friend?" I rattled off as I stripped off my down jacket, coat, and sweater in a flash.When I was down to my thermals, a black coat suddenly wrapped around me. Lance was fuming, his face dark with rage. "Yara, are you out of your mind? Talking like that is asking for trouble!"His face? Grim. The whole room was in shock, and Elaine's face turned pale, too.I flashed Lance a defiant grin. "Yeah, I'm dying for that." He was dumbstruck. "What?" Before he could catch up, I bolted to the window and
Once Eric had left, the system suddenly activated."Host, that was a clever move."I asked, "What move?""The whole 'go die' act. Number One's affection meter just shot up. Should we keep up the pressure?"I declined.My dramatic exit only bumped Eric's affection meter up by 20%. Clearly, he was not that into me.Why bother trying to win him over?As I was contemplating my next move, my phone rang."Celestial Club 308. Be there in thirty minutes."The call ended before I could respond.No question about it–that was Lance, my enigmatic Number Three.Lance, the lawyer, and I only met under the cover of night. Plagued by insomnia, he found solace in my arms.Initially, our encounters were innocent, just sharing sleep.However, one night, after one too many drinks, he crossed a line.Amid my struggle, he confessed, "I like you, and I'll take care of you."I was not one to get swept up in romance. It was just that Lance was ridiculously attractive, with the looks of a Hollywo







