Chapter 1

My boyfriend Vincent was a special forces soldier specializing in bomb disposal.

To save a woman, he endured inhumane torture at the hands of a terrorist organization. His fingers were cut off, his tendons severed, and the tip of his tongue was chopped away.

From a proud and noble man, he was reduced to a fool who drooled when he spoke.

He had no idea that the woman he was trying to save was the beloved of Simon, the leader of the terrorist organization.

It was all a trap, designed to lure him in.

On the day I heard the news of Vincent's death, I committed suicide by jumping into the sea.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself the most favored captive of Simon.

The original owner of this body was used to wearing heavy makeup, but I wasn't.

I remember that on the second day after transmigrating into this body, I showed up in front of Simon without a trace of makeup.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up, a half-smile on his face. "You don't look like Jilly without makeup."

So today, I deliberately applied makeup to imitate Jilly's look.

I even added a tear-shaped mole at the outer corner of my right eye.

I was planning to get rid of someone.

Tiger, Simon's right-hand man.

When Simon rushed into the room after getting the news, I was in Tiger's arms.

Tears streamed down my face.

Tiger loomed beside me like a mountain, his face flushed from drinking, his eyes gleaming with greed.

I shook my head, crying out "No—" while pushing against him with what seemed like feeble strength.

"If your brother Simon finds out, he won't let you off!"

Tiger laughed loudly, his gold teeth shining. "You? Just a substitute for Miss Jilly. Brother Simon doesn’t care."

"A nobody. Do you really think Brother Simon would care?"

I felt humiliated and was determined not to let him succeed, struggling to move backward.

He licked his lips. "What a beauty. No wonder you’ve been able to stay beside Brother Simon for so long."

He was about to make his move.

It was at that moment that Simon burst in.

He held a pistol, his face cold and stern.

I cried out to him, "Simon, save me—I'm not pure anymore, Simon. I don't want to live."

I knew that with my face slightly tilted to the right, I resembled Jilly the most.

When Tiger saw Simon approaching, instead of backing off, he touched my face. "Well, you little thing. You really called Brother Simon here."

He turned to Simon, grinning widely. "Brother Simon, I've risked my life for you all these years. Can you give this girl to me?"

Everyone around Simon feared him.

Even if it was just a woman, as long as she belonged to Simon, she was his private property, and no one dared to touch her.

After Tiger said this, I knew that the drug I had slipped him to induce mental confusion had taken effect.

Simon's handsome brows furrowed deeply. He stood there, silent, weighing his options.

Should he choose the woman or his brother?

Tears streamed from the tear-shaped mole on my face as I sobbed, "Simon, if you really give me to him, I'll die!"

Simon raised an eyebrow, maintaining that careless, half-smiling demeanor. "Alright, Tiger, Cherry is yours."

Tiger's face lit up with joy at Simon's permission.

Just as he was about to touch me, I closed my eyes in despair.

But in the next moment, Simon's expression changed completely. He looked incredibly sarcastic, his tone fierce: "You? You think you're worthy?"

“Bang!” Tiger’s head jerked to the side, a hole appearing in it.

I had bet correctly.

Simon strode over, shoved Tiger aside, and lifted me by the waist.

"It's okay. It's okay," he murmured. "No one dares to touch you."

I leaned against his shoulder, trembling uncontrollably, but a chilling smile curved on my blood-stained lips.

Vincent, was this how it felt when Tiger cut off your fingers and the tip of your tongue back then?

Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of Tiger's disbelieving eyes, still open on the ground.

Good riddance.