Apparently, he had never heard that jumping the gun leads to failure.
I puffed up my cheeks. When I gently squished my squishy cheeks, a long sigh escaped from my mouth.
The game had started.
Perhaps I might suffer just like ‘those children’ they had been tormenting…..
‘I have to get through.’
And I can do it.
As I stepped onto the glass panel and tightly gripped the magic stone.
The headmaster glared at me and said.
“In our family, the weak are eaten, foolish kid.”
But who really is the weak one is still unknown, isn’t it?
Right?
[This is a time divider.]A few seconds might have passed.
A cool wind blew for a moment.
I instinctively felt that the place where I was standing had changed.
‘I’ve arrived inside the maze.’
Opening my eyes slowly, I swallowed hard looking at the large wall that was several times taller than me and the surprisingly large illusory maze.
A grim atmosphere, a cold place where a sigh would fog up the view in front of you.
Feeling tense, I tried taking one step, two steps.
The width of the maze narrowed as I walked. It looked like it would get cramped if I expanded my stride a little more. No matter how you look at it, there is a limit to the stride of the gait. It’s a situation where you can’t run, you can’t walk fast.
I took a deep breath slowly.
I saw the exit in the distance, but escaping wouldn’t be easy.
‘As expected, the illusion should start now.’
was a nasty illusion among illusion techniques.
This maze scrapes out the most terrifying inner parts of a person, bringing out painful memories.
The moment I realized the situation, I started hearing a familiar voice, filled with malice.
“Stupid X.”
“You’ll never be loved. Don’t be so servile.”
“You’re clumsy from one to ten.”
The abusive words directed at me began to pour into my ears.
With each word, my heart pounded fiercely. Traumas that I had forgotten were revived.
Those words were all from my past life.
Before I knew it, memories from my past life were slowly being played back in front of my eyes like an old film from a projector.
The image of me at eight years old drinking water in the kitchen was shown.
I could hear the sound of my parents fighting in the living room. They were talking about divorce. I was holding the cup quietly with my head down, terrified.
Voices filled with hatred dug into my ears.
‘Let’s divorce by mutual agreement and you take her.’
‘I don’t like her because she has a gloomy look. She’s silent and stupid. She doesn’t seem like the child I gave birth to.’
‘So what do you want to do? Send her to an orphanage?’
‘She’s your child, you figure it out.’
I was a gloomy little kid with unkempt hair covering my eyes. But I was quick to pick up on cues.
My mom and dad were serious.
They were annoyed and disgusted with me, born from their loveless relationship.
“If you’re not going to take responsibility, then let it go!”
So, I’m being discarded after all.
For being useless and stupid……
Suddenly, the strength left my hand.
And then, crash!
Because the strength left my hand, the glass fell to the floor.
I froze, looking at the shattered glass that was like my heart. I couldn’t move because the shattered pieces seemed like my heart, and also like the dislike my parents had for me.
My mother rushed out of the living room towards me, frozen in place.
Stumbling, I took a few steps toward my mother. A piece of glass crunched under my foot, drawing blood, but it was more important to me to apologize to my mother.
“There, there… I’m sorry.”
Even though the glass broke. Even though there is blood on my foot.
It’s okay. They’ll understand. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll even worry.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I begged my mother. I’m sorry for breaking the glass, I thought, lowering my gaze.
But mom, dad. Can’t you overlook the fact that I’ve been hurt just once…….
I’m hurt.
Blood is coming from my foot and it’s hard because it’s so throbbing.
Tears are falling……
Can’t I get a hug?
However, my mother betrayed my expectations as if it was natural.
“How can you always choose to do such terrible things? Are you protesting?”
“……No, no.”
I shivered as I looked at my mother.
“Do you know how much this costs?”
I realized my mistake.
The cup that I had taken out to drink water from was the one that my mother cherished.
I, of all people, should not have dared to use such a cup.
In my confusion, I….
“I’m sorry…….”
Even before I could apologize, my mother dashed madly up to me.
Of course, she didn’t step on any glass because she was wearing indoor slippers. She couldn’t hold back her fury, and she pressed her index finger hard against my forehead, screaming hysterically.
“If you keep annoying me, I’ll want to die. Do you want to die together? Huh?”
When she pressed my forehead, the pain of stepping on the glass piece returned.
But it was more scary and painful to hear my mother talk about dying.
No, Mom, you can’t die. You’re far more precious and valuable than me.
With a weakening voice, I managed to speak.
“I’m sorry, Mom…….”
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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