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Programmed Redemption

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 558    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

in cashmere and concern. She placed a bouquet

ripping with manufactured sympathy. "Julian tol

chair, stood up. He looked exhausted

s arm. "I had to thank her." She looked at me, my body trembling with

wer. I just

ee," Julian said, his voice

sympathy on Victoria's face vanished. It was r

se, her perfume c

le fool, aren't you?" she whisp

I just focused on brea

ow, cruel sound. "He feels guilty. That's all. He's

, savoring

edure, when they harvest the antibodies from your spine? It causes a complete syste

had only said "complete the request." Death was a logical

er in my eyes and misi

voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisp

a wide, pr

its own in a few months. I just needed to know how far he would go for me.

ou, you sad, little groupie, you were the perfe

shattering my world. But my world wasn't here. It was waiting for

ce, a dry rasp. "So, y

eemed to thro

ke him watch me die. Just as a

h fury. "You don't kno

ered. "It's not about what you can get.

as cracked open just a sliver. And in that

g there the whole time.

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“I woke up to the sterile beep of a heart monitor – but I was already dead, or should have been. My brother, Leo, paralyzed and silenced by an accident that was my fault, was all I could think of as I swallowed those pills. Then a cold, digital voice in my head offered a deal: fulfill 100 impossible requests for New York' s reclusive tech billionaire, Julian Croft, and Leo would be saved. I became his "personal assistant," more like his public punching bag, enduring two years of humiliation where I was dubbed "Julian's Lapdog" by every tabloid. I waded into freezing Met Gala fountains in couture gowns, repainted penthouses overnight, and publicly took the blame for his screw-ups, all for a brother no one else knew existed. The 99th task was done. The 100th, the final payment, was supposed to cure Julian's "dying" girlfriend, Victoria. It meant undergoing an experimental, agonizing procedure that everyone, including Julian, secretly believed would be my ultimate act of "love" for him. But then Victoria herself, with a venomous smirk, whispered a revelation: her illness was a lie, a "minor nerve disorder," and my procedure wasn't just "dangerous," it was 100% fatal. I was literally going to die as a sick test for Julian's devotion to her. Then I saw Julian' s silhouette, frozen just outside the door. He' d heard everything. Yet, I smiled. Why did I willingly accept a certain death for Julian, knowing he' d been manipulated and I' d been sacrificed for a lie? Because my world was bigger than his, and my real reward was already waiting. I was going home.”
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