
Mean Heiress, His ObsessionGod gave me a beautiful face and a wealthy life.
At the same time, He gave me the personality of a hopeless pushover and a simp.
In my previous life, I fawned over Gabert Yates, putting him first in everything. In the end, Gabert, my obsessive childhood friend, imprisoned me in a pitch-dark basement, kept me as his captive, and tortured me to death.
When I got a second chance, a few lines of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[Chelsea Ziegler, remember this at all times! Simps end up with nothing!]
[Your childhood friend is a total masochist. Crybaby, don’t be scared. Scold him!]
[He’ll even give you his life if you insult him hard enough!]
I wiped away my tears as I tilted my head up and spoke to him in a soft, trembling voice, “Y-you’re just a shameful illegitimate child… a bastard!”
More comments popped up: [Yes, that’s more like it, but not harsh enough. Slap him!]
I stood on my tiptoes, stumbling a little as I tried to reach up and slap his face.
The “smack” was not loud, but it was crisp.
Gabert’s dark, unhinged gaze suddenly deepened.
Things seemed to be getting interesting…