The System's Cruel Canvas

I, Chloe Reed, once a promising artist, was now the "evi

he System offered a cure: become the villain, push Alex into Sarah Jenkins'

d our lives. My existence became a calculated hell, designed to make Alex despise me. Every humiliation, every cru

ho once said my art was magic, demanded I create something to make Sarah' s work shine by

veiled "Hopeless," a canvas of chaos. Sarah presented "Hope," a field of vibrant flowers. Her victory was thunderous

o the cold night, gasping, calling the only person I c

us. The System took over, lashing out with cold, mocking defiance. "Why do

eded a kidney-my kidney. "It' s you," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. You will do

nt, vibrant, full of life. My life. She gloated, then faked an injury, shrieking I' d pushed her. Alex appeared, a mask of primal fury. He didn' t as

t-my mother' s journal, thought lost forever. Sarah walked in, and with a cruel smirk, she took it. Alex, with a mere hesitation, gave it to her. She "accident