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The Ivanovas and the Vitales are well-known aristocratic families who have maintained everlasting friendship through generations. My name is Anastasia Ivanova. I have been the daughter of the Ivanovas for twenty years, only to discover just now that I was switched at birth. When I was swept out of the Ivanova’s mansion like rubbish, Lorenzo, the youngest son of the Vitale family, firmly picked me up in spite of all objections. Lorenzo always acted cold and distant toward me. I didn’t know why he came to take me into his car at that time. He whispered in my ear again and again, ‌"I’ve wanted you for a long time."‌ He pinned me against the leather seat, making me cry until my voice was hoarse. At that moment, I finally understood his coldness over the years was not indifference but restraint. Soon after, Lorenzo overrode all objections to marry me. His parents were vehemently against me, but Lorenzo directly stripped them of power and became the youngest godfather. Scarlett Montgomery tried to stop us from getting married, but Lorenzo canceled all her credit cards and threatened to send her away. I thought we would have a happy life. Three days before our wedding ceremony, he planned to send me abroad, claiming enemies might retaliate. But, I accidentally overheard him talking to Scarlett in the hallway at night. "Thank goodness. You tricked her into leaving until after I give birth. You’re so good to me!"‌ He kissed her cheek, ‌"I don’t want Anastasia know our affair. You must keep it secret."‌ Their dialogue made me devastated. But I didn’t confront him immediately. Instead, I quietly completed my immigration paperwork as a way to make a clean break with him.

Evelina Vellmore transmigrates into an interstellar beast universe, and that's not even the most shocking part. The original Evelina is described as the fake princess who's an Inferior-class drama queen. Faced with the fate of being forsaken by all, driven to exile, and starved to death, Evelina decides she's not going to take it lying down. There are two years to go before the real princess comes back, right? In that case, she'll make the most of the time to get everything she can—people, money, and powerful connections! While she doesn't dare set her sights on the males who eventually become the real princess' court of suitors, what about the spares hovering on the edge of her orbit whom she uses and abandons? Well, Evelina is more than happy to sweep them up for herself! She finds Jasper Lunareth, the young wolfkin who's lying half-dead in a cage in the slave market, and whisks him away at once. Cedric Sinclair, the genius doctor who's psychologically scarred from his family's ill treatment that eventually leaves him disfigured? She's definitely saving that poor thing. She hasn't forgotten about Victor Nolwyn either, the foxkin who's just a pawn in his family's eyes and a money tree in the real princess' eyes. Then there's the brooding, hate-filled Elias Ashmore, whom the Star Federation throws out, and Armand Morcant, the fierce and untamable leader of the space pirates. But at some point, Evelina jolts. Something feels wrong. She's only been trying to pick up some of the crumbs the real princess casts aside. Why have they climbed into her bed? Even Gideon Vellmore, her cold and commanding adopted older brother, starts looking at her strangely… Everyone says that Evelina is a C-class Inferior female, the black sheep of the royal family whose only talent in life is throwing herself at males. But then she undergoes her second awakening and becomes the only SSS-class female in all of Centoria. She quells the front lines, absorbs the space pirates, establishes diplomatic alliance with the Star Federation, and comes to hold the very lifeline of Centoria. Thus, when the real princess shows up, armed with a system, she's completely stunned. Why is it that the males she has chosen can't hold a candle to the Inferior-class Evelina's husbands? And why is it that she can't even snatch those husbands away from Evelina? Meanwhile, as each one of the males she brought back takes turns to pull her in, Evelina massages her sore waist and sighs. "Help! I can't keep up at all!"

At one in the morning, I stumbled upon a viral forum thread. The question was simple: If you had to choose between love and your future, which would you pick? Thousands of replies clashed furiously in the comments. Some argued that those who chose their career always ended up full of regret. Others countered that being a hopeless romantic was a one-way ticket to total ruin. I rolled over in bed and glanced at Ethan, who was fast asleep beside me. His brow was slightly furrowed, and his fingers tightly gripped the edge of my shirt. Even in his sleep, he seemed terrified that I might slip away. Without a second thought, I fired off a string of comments: “Choose love, absolutely. We’ve been together for five years.” “He gave up his entire family legacy and inheritance just to be with me.” “Every single evening after work, he goes two miles out of his way just to pick up my favorite coffee.” “We might have nothing to our names, but together, we have everything.” Satisfied, I locked my phone and drifted off to sleep. But when I woke up the next morning, a few new notifications caught my eye. Someone had replied to my comments. The avatar and the username were identical to mine. The only difference was the timestamp: Five years from today. “Choose your future! You have to choose your future!” “His ‘sacrificed legacy’ was nothing but a sob story to manipulate you—he took over his family’s multimillion-dollar enterprise a long time ago!” “He stays up all night waiting in lines just to buy Seraphina limited-edition designer collaborations, all while telling you that your coffee craving is cheap and wasteful!” “Even the daughter you gave birth to, Lily, will be forced to call that other woman ‘Mom’!”

On our eighth anniversary, Claire Young announced that she had already registered her marriage with her childhood friend. She took him home, ordering me around as if it was only natural. "Move to another room. Stan loves sunshine." "Stan doesn't like sweets, so don't bake any when you're at home. He'd be upset if he saw it." I kept quiet through it all and bought a ticket to leave. My friend wanted to help me out of the predicament, but she didn't think it was a big deal. "He's just being dramatic again. Let him be—he'd be caving in just a few days." Everyone laughed at that, and quietly made bets as to when I'd come crawling back to Claire's feet. None of them knew I was already inducted into the national weapons program, and that I was really leaving.

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.