Rewritten Romance

When I realized I became the villainous female supporting role in a book, I was in the middle of toying with my once-idealized but now disgraced first love, Nelson Murray.

"Charlene, don't go too far."

The usually gentle and courteous man now had his hands bound by golden chains, his eyes slightly red, looking utterly pitiful.

I casually traced his collarbone, a sly smile playing on my lips.

"I could take it further, care to see how?"

He lowered his head, remaining silent.

Later, I found myself imprisoned by him.

Nelson lifted my chin, enunciating each word, "Try to escape again, and you'll regret it."

1

On the night I forcefully possessed Nelson, I was leisurely removing his clothes.

As the sound of the belt hitting the floor echoed, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a tantalizing six-pack came into view.

I beckoned him closer, and he obediently leaned in.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't resist planting a kiss on his lips.

"Charlene, don't go too far."

The usually gentle and courteous man now had his hands bound by golden chains, his eyes slightly red, looking utterly pitiful.

I casually traced his collarbone, a sly smile playing on my lips.

"I could take it further, care to see how?"

He lowered his head, remaining silent.

I patted his cheek, "You need to remember who you are now. I'm your patron now. Whatever I want to do to you, you have to accept."

Just as I was about to proceed, everything went black, and I collapsed.

2

In my daze, I discovered I was living in a world from a book titled "Mr. Murray, Be Gentle, Your Wife is Pregnant Again."

In the book, I was a brazenly wicked supporting character, using every trick to possess Nelson's body.

Coercion, temptation, drugging, imprisonment-I tried them all.

In the end, he made a comeback, and my reputation was ruined.

He even threw me into the sea to feed the fish.

Nelson was the male lead of this story, destined to fall for the gentle and resilient heroine. Any other woman who fancied him met a grim fate.

I was the most relentless among these women.

While others gave up after a few rejections, I relentlessly pursued him, ruthlessly ill-treating this cold, handsome man.

As my consciousness cleared, the first thing I saw was Nelson's six-pack.

"Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"

At this point, I hadn't committed any major wrongs, so he still showed some friendly concern.

His character was impeccable.

No wonder I was drawn to him.

Just as I was about to pounce on him, a vision of him throwing me into the sea flashed before my eyes.

In the scene, I was pale from lack of oxygen, sinking uncontrollably into the depths.

I shivered involuntarily.

Between love and my life, I knew which was more important.

So I decided-

From today on, I would turn over a new leaf and start anew!

I got out of bed and picked up his clothes one by one.

Perhaps because I had just regained consciousness, my limbs felt weak, and I couldn't walk steadily.

Damn it, I shouldn't have thrown the clothes so far.

I mentally slapped myself as I handed the clothes to him.

"I'm sorry, it was all a misunderstanding!"

I fumbled for the key, hurriedly unlocking the golden chains.

"I must have been drunk out of my mind, my brain wasn't working right, and I made a mistake. Please forgive me."

As I spoke, my legs felt weak, and I almost knelt before him.

Nelson caught me just in time, his voice hoarse, "Although... you did help me. I'm glad we cleared up the misunderstanding."

I nodded eagerly.

"I promise I'll change. This will never happen again."

Nelson paused while putting on his clothes, forcing a smile.

"I believe you."

Though his expression betrayed him, I dared not linger, staggering away from this place of trouble.

I knew my words weren't very convincing.

Since I started possessing him, I had forced myself on him more than once.

No matter, I would prove my resolve through actions.

That beautiful, smooth, and expensive golden chain was left behind in the hotel.

Little did I know, it would soon be used by Nelson to chain to my feet as a perfect tool to imprison me.

3

Nelson was right. I did help him.

The day the Murray family went bankrupt, Nelson's mother was so distressed she ended up in the hospital.

The doctors diagnosed her with thyroid cancer, requiring a hefty sum for surgery.

From then on, Nelson worked tirelessly to earn money.

I met Nelson in a bar.

He was being introduced to several wealthy women and had been drugged by them.

When I saw him, he was desperately trying to push the women off him.

In the chaos, he even got slapped a few times.

I gestured for the bodyguards to clear the room of unwanted guests.

In the dim light, I bent down slightly to meet his gaze.

"Nelson, how about coming with me? Not only will you get thirty million dollars, but your mother will also receive the best medical care."

Nelson stood frozen for a moment.

Then, he slowly raised his head and wrapped his little finger around mine.

I thought I was at least half a benefactor to him.

But looking back, I thought that he probably started to hate me from that night.

A pampered young master ended up as my lover-how could he not resent me?

After that, I tried to avoid Nelson as much as possible. I used to appear in his sight every day, but now I no longer clung to him, even my best friend Coco couldn't help but gossip a little.

She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Are you two on the outs?"

"You're overthinking it. There's nothing going on. We're just friends."

"Oh, stop pretending!"

She paused for a moment, unable to contain her excitement, "Is it that the direct approach didn't work, so now you're trying something more subtle?"

I was speechless.

Coco's expression was all too telling, like she could see right through me, and I couldn't be bothered to explain.

After all, having coveted Nelson for six years, how could I suddenly give up?

Nelson didn't believe it.

Coco didn't believe it either.

Sigh.

Though I wanted to quit, but it wasn't as easy as it looked.

4

I must have woken up too abruptly, but I thought I saw Nelson.

I looked around to confirm that this was indeed my home.

At that moment, Nelson was picking up the clothes I had carelessly tossed around the living room and patiently folding them.

From my angle, I could see his alluring Adam's apple and rosy lips.

I regretted not possessing him more back then.

His slender fingers paused, and he turned his head, meeting my gaze.

I suddenly remembered the first time I kissed him.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Nelson was still my high school desk mate.

He was engrossed in solving problems, while I rested my head on my hand, counting his eyelashes.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, pausing his pen and turning to look at me. "No." I replied.

Though bold, I still had to put on a facade in front of him.

I covered my face with my hand and continued to sneak glances at him, only to be caught again.

He sighed, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

When he finally spoke, I didn't catch a single word, my eyes fixated on his moving lips.

His looks were striking, hitting every point of my aesthetic preference.

Innocent skin, red lips, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye.

I heard a mischievous voice urging me to kiss him.

But alas, he was the heir of the Murray family in Ahualague, a business partner of my father's. So I couldn't act recklessly.

I took a few deep breaths to dispel that voice from my mind.

To cover up, I pretended to ask him a math question.

Yet fate worked in mysterious ways.

As I leaned in with the book, he happened to turn his head.

Our distance closed instantly, and my lips brushed against his cheek.

My first thought was- It made me feel so good to kiss him!

I let out a sigh of contentment from my heart.

His face was like a cool, soft pudding with a hint of sunshine.

Perhaps startled by the unexpectedness, he was stunned for a while before moving aside, pretending to be indifferent as he lowered his head and continued solving problems.

But his reddened ears betrayed him.

I didn't fare much better, feeling as if I had just finished a long run.

My heart pounded wildly, threatening to leap out of my chest.

I swallowed nervously and tentatively asked, "Nelson, how about we date?"

I had liked you for a long time.

But I didn't dare say the latter out loud, fearing that once he knew, we couldn't even be friends.

His words were like a cold shower, dousing me from head to toe. "It was just an accident, no need to dwell on it."

"Haha, I was just joking... haha, you continue studying."

He fell silent, the sound of pen on paper filling the air.

My heart sank to the depths.

Rumor had it he was a distant, unattainable figure, a love-resistant type.

Such a person would be hard to be attracted and fall in love with.

But years of being spoiled by my family had made me determined to get what I wanted.

His rejection wasn't enough to extinguish my passion for him.

From that day on, I began to hide my feelings for him, not daring to let him notice.

5

The first time I drugged Nelson was on our third day together.

Nelson was like a shy bride, even a kiss was hard to get.

I was unwilling to accept this.

I spent three months' worth of allowance on him, however, let alone possessing his body, it was even hard for me to just touch him.

This little scandal spread in my social circle, and I was laughed at for quite a while.

In my frustration, I decided to slip him something.

I slipped the drug into his favorite tea and brought it to him, "Nelson, have some tea to soothe your throat."

He put down his book and took the cup, "I can handle these little things myself in the future."

I smiled without saying a word.

Watching him hesitate, I grew anxious.

Had I been found out?

But that couldn't be.

Coco had assured me the drug was colorless and tasteless, so he shouldn't notice.

Just as I was fretting, he finally took a few sips.

I bit my lip hard to suppress my laughter.

Soon, he was resting his head, looking like he was about to faint.

I considerately helped him to the bedroom, then pinned him to the bed.

Nelson frowned, trying to push me away.

But now, he had no choice.

I eagerly locked the doors and windows, then quickly started undressing him.

However, an awkward situation arose.

When it came to intimate matters, I was clueless.

I had to resort to searching for information online, but the explanations were vague.

I turned to social media for help, but everyone was just there for the drama, not offering genuine advice.

I had no choice but to message Coco for guidance.

She begrudgingly gave me a voice lesson.

After more than an hour, just as I was finally getting the hang of it, I met a pair of deep, penetrating eyes.