Chapter 1

After returning to my biological family, they arranged a marriage for me.

On the eve of the engagement, a stream of floating bullet comments suddenly appeared in my vision, begging me to run away.

I believed them. But on my flight, I was kidnapped, dragged into a van, and brutally tortured to death in front of countless live-streaming cameras.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the fitting room on the night before the engagement.

The screen in my mind was scrolling frantically.

[FL, whatever you do, do NOT marry Julian Vance! He’s a toxic sociopath who keeps a harem of trashy girls!]

[If Iris marries him, Julian will dump her at a private club for his sick friends to abuse. She’ll die a horrific death!]

[Run, girl, run! Your Prince Charming is waiting for you outside!]

Unlike the shock I felt in my past life, this time, I read these comments with nothing but pure hatred.

You don't want me to marry him?

Well, watch me.

In the mirror, I wore a custom designer gown, brilliant and gorgeous.

Yet my mind was flooded with the horrific memories of my past life—kneeling on the floor, obeying countless strange men, begging for mercy, and swallowing garbage just to survive.

I still remembered the very last comment I saw before I died.

[I hope the FL lives a long and happy life.]

I let out a cold laugh.

So, these comments were all a setup.

In my past life, I had just been brought back to the wealthy family from the slums. My life was getting better by the day, and my parents had even arranged for me to marry Julian Vance, the richest young billionaire in the city.

But I foolishly trusted those floating words and abandoned everything to run away on my engagement day!

[The FL looks so pretty in that dress. It’s such a shame that Julian, that psycho, is going to abuse her to death.]

[Run, Iris! The Vance family is a literal hellhole!]

I looked up at the scrolling text, my heart cold with resentment.

"Iris," Chloe’s voice echoed from outside the door. "Can I come in?"

I forced my emotions down, sat on the sofa, and waited for her to enter.

She walked in holding a hand-crocheted bouquet, a sweet, innocent smile plastered on her face. "Iris, look! I made this bouquet for you myself. Do you like it?"

As Chloe handed me the flowers, she deliberately showed off the band-aids on her fingers. Before I could even speak, she lowered her head bashfully. "It’s my first time crocheting. I got cut so many times. I'm so clumsy."

[Aww, sisterly love is so sweet! Chloe is so nice to Iris. She didn't even hate Iris for taking back her status as the biological heiress. She just wants to be her best friend.]

The comment popped up, making me swallow the words I was about to say.

If the comments always told the opposite of the truth, then Chloe’s sisterly act was a complete lie. She hated my guts.

I took the bouquet. "Thanks."

"Iris, there’s something I don’t know if I should say." Chloe sat down beside me, looking deeply troubled. "Actually, Julian isn’t as charming as he looks. He’s a total playboy. He’s gotten so many girls pregnant and forced them to get abortions."

"You’re the real daughter of this family now. I don’t want to see you drag yourself into that nightmare."

"Maybe... you should run away from the wedding tonight!"

[Yes, Iris! Listen to Chloe! It’s not too late to run!]

[Chloe is telling you the truth because she’s kind-hearted. Don’t wait until you’re dead to regret it!]

These new comments confirmed my suspicions. Chloe wasn’t innocent at all. She wanted me dead more than anyone.

"You're worrying too much."

I smiled, pulling Chloe up and gently nudging her toward the door. "This marriage was arranged by Mom and Dad. How could I just run away?"

"But—"

I cut her off. "Go help welcome the guests at the entrance. The makeup artist still needs to touch up my look."

I shut the door, sat back down, and calmly watched the screen to see what it would try to make me do next.

[The FL is so pathetic. She’s so desperate for a man that she’d marry anyone.]

[She’s going to get herself killed. If she doesn't run before the ceremony starts, Julian’s thugs will drag her into a dark room and leak her explicit photos everywhere!]

Oh, really?

Then I couldn't wait to see what would actually happen.