Chapter 1

In my poorest year, I took on three missions in one go. The first was a rising tech entrepreneur. The second was a medical genius. The third was a legend in the law industry. Based on their busy schedules, everything would be fine as long as I had proper time management. However, I forgot that behind each of these powerful magnates were three respective women—their first loves. So— In the morning, the tech entrepreneur's childhood friend framed me for stealing her bracelet. As punishment, I was forced to kneel on the ground for a whole week. In the afternoon, the doctor's first love demanded that I be an organ donor for her. The doctor threatened me, saying that he would only marry me if I donated my organ to her. In the evening, the lawyer's best friend—who happened to be a woman—took illicit photos of me and started spreading explicit rumors about me. The lawyer told me to 'be the bigger person' and that she was only joking around. These three missions tormented me greatly every day. Exhausted, I tearfully asked the system whether there was an option to give up on these missions. "That's easy," the system said. "You just need to die in this world." I listened to its words and 'died' in order to free myself. However, why did these three men break down after hearing about my death? … I had always been poor. Desperate for money, I took on three tasks from the system without hesitation when it told me I'd earn a hundred million dollars for each completed mission. After all, I used to be a workhorse who worked three jobs a day in my original universe. I thought that my mission would be to save these men by dating them. I didn't expect all of them to have their respective first loves by their side. I was thoroughly tormented by these three women for five whole years. Meanwhile, not a single one of the affection meters above the men's heads moved an inch. Neither my body nor my spirit could take anymore at this point. The system informed me that only dying could free me from these missions while I was kneeling in punishment, imposed by the tech entrepreneur, Timothy Ryker. His childhood friend, Samantha Hale, had lost her bracelet right after returning to the country. Samantha had insisted I was the one who stole it. When I denied it, Timothy angrily slapped me in the face. "You were the only one who came into contact with Sam's purse. Who else could the thief be besides you?" he yelled. Samantha sobbed pitifully at the side. "That bracelet was Grandma's final gift to me, Tim. It's the only keepsake I have left of her. If it's really gone, I… I wouldn't survive it." Timothy grew even more frustrated after Samantha cried. He gave me an angry kick in the knee. The pain made my leg crumple, causing me to fall onto my knees. "I'm going to ask you one last time, Rosalie Summers. Did you steal the bracelet? Where did you hide it? If you still refuse to come clean, then you can continue kneeling on the ground until nightfall." It was December now, which meant we were in the middle of winter. Even though it was still morning, the temperature had already gone to the negatives. If I kneeled here until nightfall, I might end up losing both my legs if the cold didn't take my life first. Based on Timothy's personality, I was bound to kneel whether or not I 'confessed'. I had already held back for five long years. I couldn't hold back any longer now. I rose to my feet and yelled at Timothy. "Yes, it was me! I stole the bracelet! I should be punished with death! In fact, I'll go and kill myself right now! Are you happy now?" I then turned around and ran into the man-made lake beside the villa, disregarding Timothy's and Samatha's reactions. Even though this wasn't a natural lake, it was still unfathomably deep. Timothy was aquaphobic too, so I was bound to die once I jumped in. When I finally reached the lakeside, I leapt in without hesitation. I didn't expect Timothy to jump in just as I did. "Are you out of your mind, Rosalie?"