Lying that You Love Me

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

Meng Xinyu

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."

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A red sports car was speeding along the mountain road.

Bree Wells gripped the steering wheel.

Tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away. The ring on her hand scratched her cheek, but it was not as painful as the wounds in her heart.

As the woman thought of what she had just seen in the garden, she shuddered all over.

Bree trusted and relied on her elder sister since they were kids. But the latter actually threw herself into Bree's fiancé's arms.

And it was the day before Bree's engagement ceremony!

In the sunlight, the perfectly cut diamond on the wedding ring shone brightly.

The ring was designed and made by Bree with all her joy and excitement, and it was her most satisfying work.

At this moment, the dazzling diamond seemed to be mocking her failure.

Bree plucked the ring but hesitated before throwing it out of the car window. The ring's edge pierced her palm as she clenched her fingers into a fist, but she was unaware of the ache.

Beep! Beep!

The shrill sound of a honk woke Bree up from her grief.

When she saw the oncoming truck, Bree's mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously slammed on the brakes.

The sensation of missing her step made Bree's pupils shrink, and she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

As she was about to collide with the truck, Bree gritted her teeth and spun the steering wheel at full tilt.

Bang!

Along with the violent crash, the sports car ran through the guardrail and plunged straight into the sea.

"Bree!"

Amidst the pain, she heard her sister and Clive Spencer shouting at the top of their lungs. In the next second, the icy water submerged her limbs and seeped through her nose and mouth.

The dark, still sea was like a monster's mouth, and it seemed that no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape being swallowed by it.

Bree thought inwardly, "It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

Every single cell of her body was crying out in pain.

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