My boyfriend and brother didn’t know that after they hurt me for their charity beneficiary exactly 100 times, I would leave them for good and never look back.
All the love and privileges I once had, they now showered on that girl they sponsored.
I, on the other hand, was discarded like trash.
The 94th time they hurt me, I called Captain Miller:
“Please arrange a faked death for me. I’m ready to execute the police mission immediately.”
### Chapter 1
At the National Heroes’ Memorial, tombstones stood solemn and dignified under the sunlight.
I placed the flowers I held, tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at the black-and-white photos of my parents.
Captain Miller of the Veridian City Police Department, looking at his fallen comrades’ orphaned daughter, wore a colder, more serious expression than usual.
“Eleanor, are you sure you want to rejoin the force? Your parents were heroes who sacrificed for their country; they died with honor. But as parents, they would never have wanted you to follow the same path. Besides, your brother and boyfriend would never agree.”
“Captain Miller, I understand better than anyone the importance of putting duty and community before personal desires. You know I’ve always looked up to my parents, vowing to contribute to my country and society. You even helped me choose which police academy to attend; you should know me best.”
My voice was firm, my face set with an unshakeable resolve as I spoke.
After a long pause, Captain Miller sighed. “Since your mind is made up, I won’t try to dissuade you. Undercover narcotics officers must conceal their identities. All your current information can no longer be used. I will quickly arrange a faked death, making Eleanor Evans’s identity disappear completely from the world. Prepare yourself and await my notification.”
With my wish granted, a heavy weight lifted from my heart.
I bowed to the esteemed elder and slowly walked away.
When I arrived home, the usually quiet living room was unusually tense today.
My brother, Marcus Evans, and my boyfriend, Liam Carter, sat on the sofa, their faces incredibly grim.
Beside them, Chloe, with her messy, bird’s nest hair, was crying, sobbing out her complaints.
“Mr. Evans, Mr. Carter, please don’t blame Miss Evans. I know she didn’t mean to cut my hair like this. It’s all my fault; I made her angry, and she took all her frustration out on me.”
Seeing her put on such a pitiful, aggrieved act, Liam’s eyes grew darker, his voice filled with anger.
“You don’t need to make excuses for her. Marcus and I know her entitled attitude all too well.”
“I’ve spoiled her rotten over the years! Don’t worry, we’ll get justice for you today.” Marcus chimed in, then shot me a cold glare, his tone severe.
“Eleanor, look at what you’ve done! Apologize to Chloe immediately!”
Catching the fleeting glimpse of triumph on Chloe’s face, I remained silent, my expression cold.
I hadn’t seen Chloe in days, so how could I have suddenly cut her hair?
It was clearly just another one of Chloe’s staged setups.
But I didn’t bother to explain, because I knew that no matter how clumsy the accusation, if Chloe said it, my brother and my boyfriend would believe it.
Just as I expected, seeing my indifferent demeanor, Marcus’s anger flared even more.
“You’re completely out of line. Liam, hold her down for me!”
I stared at them in disbelief. Before I could say anything, Liam had already pinned me down, making me immobile, while Marcus picked up a pair of scissors and, without hesitation, harshly snipped my waist-length hair.
Watching strands of black silk flutter to the ground, my heart instantly clenched in pain.
I remembered when Marcus, as a child, clumsily tried to tie my ponytail, taking ages to get it right.
And Liam’s favorite thing was to buy me all sorts of cute hair clips, placing them in my hair himself.
After Mom and Dad were killed in the line of duty, our family was just the two of us siblings.
My brother, Marcus, built his empire from the ground up, raising me alone, spoiling me rotten to the best of his ability.
When I was fifteen, he introduced me to his best friend, Liam Carter.
Liam fell for me at first sight and couldn’t wait until I was an adult to confess his feelings, becoming my official boyfriend.
From then on, I had two men who doted on me unconditionally.
They indulged my every whim, except for one thing: they feared I’d follow in our parents’ footsteps and ultimately sacrifice myself, so they forbade me from applying to police academy.
But I secretly enrolled without their knowledge, carefully studying for four years, only dreaming of the day I could pick up my parents’ badge.
Now that I had graduated, I still didn’t know how to tell them about joining the force.
Until Chloe appeared, and I realized there was no longer any need to say goodbye to them.
Chloe was a scholarship recipient sponsored by the Evans Corporation. The corporation sponsored hundreds, even thousands, of students every year, but Chloe was the only one who showed up in person to thank us. Not only that, but she also found a way to get a job at the Evans Corporation, growing closer to Marcus and Liam.
The moment I first saw Chloe, I disliked her, sensing she was incredibly manipulative. Chloe’s subsequent actions only confirmed this.
She not only loved to play the victim and feign innocence, framing me countless times for hurting her, but even, a year ago during that major earthquake, she stole credit for my actions.
Marcus and Liam both believed it was Chloe who had bravely saved them, disregarding her own safety, and that’s why they’d doted on her ever since.
But it was *me* whose legs were chafed raw by mud and whose fingers were broken by rocks that day, all to save them. After pulling them out, I collapsed from exhaustion, only for Chloe to take all the credit.
Time and again, being falsely accused had turned my heart to ice, so I hadn’t even planned on telling them about rejoining the force.
Yet, I never imagined they would be so heartless as to cut off my long hair just because of a few casual accusations from Chloe.
After my long hair fell to the floor, Liam released me, and Marcus threw down the scissors. Then, they both fawned over Chloe, taking her to dinner.
They never looked at me once the entire time.
Watching them walk away, I slumped amidst a pile of my chopped hair, letting out a bitter laugh.
The next morning, as I opened my bedroom door, I saw Marcus and Liam waiting outside, frowning at me.
“Eleanor, don’t throw such entitled tantrums anymore. Chloe is our family’s savior; you should treat her kindly.”
“You’re still the one we love most. Being good to her is just our way of repaying a debt. Don’t be jealous of her.”
I had grown sick and tired of hearing these words over the past year. My thin lips parted, and I spoke a single number.
“95.”
The two men exchanged a look, then spoke in unison:
“What 95?”
I looked at them, my voice as still as stagnant water.
“Marcus Evans, Liam Carter. This is the 95th time you’ve hurt me for Chloe. By the 100th time, I, the one you claim to love most, will be gone for good!”
### Chapter 2
Liam and Marcus’s faces instantly darkened.
“Eleanor, don’t make such a jinxed joke.”
I chuckled lightly, my voice remarkably sincere. “I’m not joking.”
Marcus, still thinking I was throwing a tantrum, frowned slightly. “Liam and I are protecting you so well right now. Who would dare touch you? What could possibly happen?”
“Where did you go yesterday? Why did you come back so late?” Liam, sensing something amiss, pressed me.
My eyelashes fluttered. I was about to speak when my phone rang.
Seeing it was Chloe, Marcus quickly answered.
Soon, her voice, thick with tears, came through.
“Mr. Evans, I’ve tried everything to make Miss Evans happy, but she still can’t stand me. Since that’s the case, I have no choice but to leave. My resignation notice is on your desk. I’m going back home today. Goodbye.”
Hearing this, both men couldn’t sit still and rushed out to the company.
Watching their hurried figures disappear through the doorway, I gave a self-deprecating smile and quietly returned to my room.
I packed up all my belongings, sorting them and then discarding them one by one into the trash.
Gifts Marcus had bought me, couple’s keepsakes from Liam, photos of the three of us…
I left nothing behind.
After a day of tidying, by evening, Liam and Marcus returned with Chloe.
The moment they saw me, their faces hardened, and they began to scold me.
“Eleanor, why did you instruct someone to vandalize Chloe’s place? She has nowhere to stay and was forced to resign! If Liam and I hadn’t gone to great lengths to persuade her to come back, she would have truly left.”
“How much more trouble do you intend to cause? You used to be so obedient and sensible. How did you become so jealous after Chloe appeared?”
Had *I* changed?
Or was it them?
Looking at their indignant faces, my eyes held a deep weariness.
I no longer wanted to make futile explanations.
My silence, to them, was an admission of guilt.
Marcus, suppressing his anger, said coldly, “Chloe’s apartment is uninhabitable because of you, so she’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“Since you caused this, as punishment, you’ll give your room to Chloe. It’s the best one.”
I glanced at him, having no desire to argue. I simply placed my key on the table, without delay.
It worked out perfectly, anyway. I was leaving soon.
Next, Liam frowned and added, “Chloe has a pollen allergy, so no more fresh flowers in the house.”
I gave him a look, then called the housekeeper, instructing him to uproot the entire rose garden in the backyard overnight.
Liam had planted that vast rose garden because I loved roses. Now, I was planning to break up with him anyway, and those symbols of our love were already slated for removal.
Even after all this, the two men weren’t satisfied. They continued, “Chloe is a light sleeper and can’t stand any noise. Whiskers is too loud; you can’t let her out anymore.”
Whiskers was the cat they’d given me years ago to cheer me up, and she’d been my companion for so long.
Two hours later, staff from the pet agency arrived, and I sent my cat of five years into foster care.
Seeing my compliant attitude, agreeing to every demand, Liam and Marcus sensed something was off.
I offered no explanation and went upstairs alone.
Looking at the empty new room, I felt a strange sense of relief.
I was leaving soon anyway; these things were meant to be cleared out.
I didn’t want to leave any trace of myself behind.
Late at night, a continuous knocking broke the silence.
Waking up, I opened the door to see Chloe.
She held up her arm, revealing a glistening sapphire pendant on her wrist, her face radiating triumph.
“Miss Evans, Mr. Evans gave me this this morning, but I don’t know much about antique jewelry. Can you tell me what you think of its quality? How much is it worth?”
During this period of waiting to leave, I wanted no interaction with her. So, the moment I opened the door and saw her, I immediately intended to close it.
But that pendant made my eyes widen in shock.
It was my parents’ last memento to Marcus and me!
Why would Marcus give it to an outsider?!
“How could he possibly give you this pendant? Give it back!”
My expression changed drastically, and I instinctively reached out to take the pendant back.
Seeing me reach, Chloe’s face broke into a triumphant smile, and she turned and ran.
I chased after her, about to call out, when I saw her give me a smug smile, then deliberately threw her arms out and tumbled down the stairs.
A loud thud instantly alerted Liam and Marcus, who were discussing work in the study.
Both men were horrified to see Chloe lying unconscious in a pool of blood.
Liam rushed downstairs, scooped her into his arms. “Chloe! Wake up, wake up!”
Marcus, even more enraged, grabbed my hand, demanding sharply, “I knew you were just feigning obedience yesterday! The moment our backs were turned, you tried every way to bully Chloe! Eleanor, you disappoint me so much!”
Chloe’s injuries were severe and couldn’t be delayed. Both men quickly drove her to the hospital, but not before forcefully dragging me along, demanding I apologize to Chloe immediately.
Just as Chloe was wheeled into the operating room, a nurse rushed out anxiously.
“The patient has lost too much blood. Who here has Rh-negative blood?”
Almost instantly, Marcus and Liam grabbed my hands. “She does!”
My chest tightened with suppressed rage, and I violently yanked my hands away. “I won’t donate! Why should I donate blood to her? Her fall was entirely her own doing!”
Both men were furious.
Marcus took off the sapphire pendant, held it high, and threatened, “Eleanor, you won’t go? Then I’ll smash this pendant! Consider it an apology to Chloe!”
“If you don’t go, and anything happens to Chloe, we’ll call off the engagement!”
They spoke in unison, unleashing their anger for a woman who had framed me.
I felt like a lightning bolt had hit me.
My chest felt tight with suppressed rage, a burning ache that threatened to explode.
I stared fixedly at Marcus, choking out, “So, Mom and Dad’s heirloom, you really gave it to her?”
Then, I looked at Liam, my eyes terrifyingly red. “So, in your heart, all these years of our relationship mean less than Chloe?”
My words stunned both men. Before they could speak, I violently snatched the pendant from Marcus’s hand, enunciating each word:
“Remember this. This is the 96th time.”
### Chapter 3
In the end, I had 600cc of blood drawn in one go.
After a long rest, my legs were still weak when I left the room, needing someone to support me.
Marcus and Liam still wouldn’t let me go, insisting I wait until Chloe woke up.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I finally left the hospital.
I slowly descended the stairs, holding the handrail. Just as I reached the intersection, I received a message from Chloe.
“How does it feel to be falsely accused and unable to explain yourself? Eleanor Evans, you’ll never win against me!”
“They’re all against you, you must be heartbroken, right? Don’t worry, I’ve prepared a surprise for you. Be sure to check it out.”
A surprise?
Recalling all the pranks and schemes she’d concocted in the past, my heart sank.
I touched the needle mark on my hand, about to hail a cab, when a speeding car suddenly swerved directly towards me.
I didn’t have time to dodge. My body was flung several yards like a ragdoll, then crashed heavily to the ground.
Blood flowed out, pooling into a terrifying crimson puddle.
The pain from all over my body made me feel like I was being torn apart, and my mind grew foggy.
In a haze, I felt someone taking me to the operating room. A cacophony of voices surrounded me.
“Miss Carter clearly woke up yesterday and is perfectly fine, but she keeps complaining about discomfort and pain, which made Mr. Evans and Mr. Carter demand all available doctors be diverted to her examinations. Now, Miss Evans has suddenly been in a car accident, and there isn’t a single surgeon available for her. What are we going to do?”
“Go ask quickly, see if we can get even one doctor to do the surgery!”
Ten minutes later, someone ran back, their voice filled with helplessness.
“They won’t agree! They insist we transfer the injured patient, even saying they’ll cover all the costs!”
“Transfer?! She’s so badly injured, how can she survive a transfer! So Miss Carter’s life matters, but no one else’s does?!”
The clamor of arguments filled my ears, but I felt like I couldn’t hear anything clearly.
My vision blurred with tears, and for a moment, I saw the past.
Back then, if I even caught a cold, Marcus would be incredibly worried, calling in many doctors.
Liam would stay by my side, never leaving, drinking any medicine with me, just to cheer me up.
But that was all a long, long time ago.
Now, I was on the brink of death, alone, without even a single doctor.
My eyelids grew heavy as if filled with lead, and the willpower that had sustained me slowly dissipated.
Before losing consciousness completely, I managed only a vague, delirious murmur.
“The, the 97th time…”
When I next woke up, I saw two faces filled with guilt.
Marcus tucked in my blanket, his voice apologetic.
“Eleanor, I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you were in a car accident.”
Liam brought a cup of hot water, wanting to help me drink, his eyes overflowing with anguish.
“You were fine when you left this morning. How did you get hit?”
Recalling the messages I’d received just before the accident, I averted my gaze, my voice hoarse.
“Ask Chloe.”
Meaning, Chloe was behind everything.
Marcus and Liam’s expressions froze, instantly turning grim.
“Eleanor, why are you still slandering Chloe? She’s just a girl from a modest background; how could she possibly plan something like this?”
“Yeah, Chloe is still in the hospital. How would she have time to hurt you!”
Seeing their certainty, I didn’t want to waste any more words.
I closed my eyes, my voice filled with weariness.
“I’m tired. Please, both of you, just leave.”
The two men, who had more to explain, saw my pale face and finally held their tongues.
They left the room, one after the other.
A few minutes later, my phone on the table rang.
“Eleanor, everything’s arranged on my end. We should be leaving in about a week.”
“Understood. I follow orders, ready to leave anytime…”
My words were cut short as the door was pushed open.
Marcus and Liam walked in, their brows furrowed, looking at me with suspicion.
“What departure? Where are you going?”
I calmly hung up the phone. “I was asking about being discharged. Why are you two back?”
Liam picked up his forgotten car keys, still wanting to ask more, but was interrupted by a hurried nurse.
“Mr. Evans, Mr. Carter, Miss Carter just threw up…”
Watching their rushed departure, I smiled silently.
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