Samuel Blanton gave me a rare antique every time he asked me to do something or abandoned me.

In just two months, I'd collected 94 antiques.

Then, the 95th package arrived from the auction house, and with it, a message from his true love, Zara Hill.

[Hey, should the invitations for my and Samuel's wedding have patterns or just a solid color?

[By the way, the wedding's next month. I really hope you can make it.]

I didn't argue or make a scene. I just got a wedding gift ready and sent it to Zara myself.

That night, Samuel came into my room. He said he wanted to reward me for not making a scene by giving me a child.

On the wedding day, when Zara found out I was pregnant, she ran to the cliff, screaming she was going to jump.

The usually cold and proud Samuel groveled before me for the first time, begging me to terminate the pregnancy.

Everyone around us was waiting to see my reaction.

But I obeyed. That very day, I went to the hospital.

Samuel held me tightly, saying, "Ophelia, I'm only marrying Zara out of obligation. Once we divorce in a few months, I promise I'll give you a child again, okay?"

But he didn't know… I had decided to leave him.

"Wow, she sure grew up fast. Threatening Mr. Blanton mid-wedding with a pregnancy? I bet she didn't expect her plan to fail."

"She's sly, I'll give her that. He saved her from a remote village in the mountains and raised her, but she actually got in his bed and confronted his bride? Talk about shamelessness!"

Spittle hit my face as Samuel Blanton walked by while holding Zara Hill, not sparing a single glance for me.

He used to tell me I was too young, that he'd marry me when I grew up. But now? He married someone else. He didn't even defend me against the slanderers.

Suddenly, everyone saw me as the little minx who wanted her "big brother", and I turned into the family gossip overnight.

Samuel helped Zara into the car and massaged her sore feet. He glanced at me before turning back to her.

"Ophelia's just a kid. Why did you bother with her? Look at these cuts on your feet—it makes my heart break."

So, in his eyes, the red marks on Zara's feet mattered more than the fact I'd been forced to terminate a pregnancy.

He completely forgot that I was the little Blanton princess he'd pampered for years.

Ever since Zara showed up, all my wildness had been smoothed out into obedience.

The wedding went on as planned. I didn't attend, but during the wedding night, Zara dragged me into the room she shared with Samuel.

She claimed it was for some reception games.

But the moment I stepped inside, I caught her putting on a show in front of Samuel.

"My mom said it's tradition for a younger relative to bless the bed on the wedding night. I'd love to ask Ophelia, but I'm afraid she might take it the wrong way..."

The lively, crowded room instantly went still.

All eyes were on me. And all I could do was wait for Samuel's reaction.

I was going to abort the baby inside me, and I'd been labeled a shameless girl by everyone.

Would he really make me bless the bed and pray for their future kids?

His eyes softened, but then Zara lifted her leg, revealing her swollen ankle.

He looked at me, hesitant, and said, "Right, Ophelia is my sister. She'll be perfect to bless the bed. Ophelia, Zara already asked. You'll say yes, right?"

I nearly forgot—Samuel had never publicly acknowledged me as his woman. On paper, we were just siblings.

Zara, his childhood friend, had become inseparable from him after returning from abroad.

Inside the Blanton household, it was only because of Samuel's indulgence that I could get away with anything.

Now, that indulgence was gone. Who would even care about me, a parasite?

I swallowed the bitterness and asked, "Does this count as a request?"

He froze, caught off guard. He wanted to say no, but Zara lazily draped her leg over him, and he got distracted. "Sure… it counts."

I lowered my head. "Okay. I'll do it."

I once had a happy family—until the day human traffickers dragged me into the mountains, and the world turned gray.

When I was broken and helpless, Samuel appeared out of nowhere and rescued me.

He found my real parents, only to learn they died in a car accident on the way to find me.

At their graves, he promised to raise me.

When I asked how I could ever repay him, he looked at me, full of care. "You don't owe me anything. Just think of me as a caring big brother."

But having seen the cruelty of the world too young, I asked, "Are you… a pedophile?"

He choked on his saliva and coughed a few times, then made a quick decision. "No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone."

For the next 11 years, I accompanied him through many storms in the Blantons, but he had never once asked me to do a single request.

Then Zara appeared, and in just two months, he had made 96 requests.

Only three remained. After that, we would part ways.

I sat on the newlywed's bed and placed one hand on it, giving the so-called blessings. "Bless the bed, bless the pair—may love and laughter fill the air, and tiny feet soon patter there!"

The room erupted with laughter.

They had forced me to say those lines, and Samuel didn't stop it.

I tried to hold back tears. When I looked up, Zara's sly smile made me shiver.

Suddenly, the bedspread beneath me ripped right where I sat.

Everyone gasped. I slipped off the bed and hit my head against the wall. My forehead throbbed, and my elbow burned.

Zara, tears streaking down her face, pointed at the ripped bedspread. "It's fine if you don't want to bless us. But tearing the bedspread? Are you trying to ruin our wedding night?"

The sycophants around us jumped in. "She obviously did it on purpose! Breaking the bedspread on the first night is terrible luck for the couple. She's so evil!"

Samuel tried to step forward, but froze. "Ophelia, that's enough! Apologize to Zara, or—"

Zara waved him off, pretending to be gracious. "It's fine, honey. She's just jealous. Let's not waste the night."

I just wanted to leave. I muttered an apology and rubbed my forehead as I walked out.

Samuel brushed past me and, seeing my pale face, grabbed my arm. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

Zara signaled to the others, and suddenly, everyone realized what was happening. They pushed Samuel back to the bride. "Mr. Blanton, don't let that troublemaker ruin your wedding night!"

"Exactly! Go enjoy your night. Outsiders should stay out!"

Troublemaker? Outsider? Funny how they had all forgotten how they used to flatter me.

Of course, back then, I was Samuel's darling. Now, it was Zara.

And because of their constant siding with her, the gap between me and Samuel only grew wider.

It all seemed so pointless.

The moment I stepped out the door, the others trailed after me, crowding around the doorway to eavesdrop.

I wasn't about to join in on the circus, so I walked out, ignoring them. But Zara's friend grabbed me. "Wait. Let's listen and compare—see who turns Mr. Blanton on more, you or Zara."

I clenched my teeth, about to say something when the door opened.

Samuel's rare stern voice cut through. "Everyone, leave. Don't disturb Zara's rest."

When the room cleared, he pulled me aside and said softly, "I'm only marrying Zara for appearances. We agreed to divorce. Don't worry—I won't make you terminate your pregnancy, and tonight, I won't touch her.

"Besides, you're family. Now that I married Zara, you'll have an extra person who loves you. You should be happy about this.

"Zara already planned our honeymoon. Only the two of us will go. You should head home for now. Next time, I'll take you."

He left in a hurry.

He didn't know… I would leave once I'd repaid my debt. There was never going to be a next time.

Early in the morning, I saw Zara again. She kept showing off the red marks on her neck, which made my eyes hurt.

Ignoring her smug look, I went straight to the airport and flew back to Rivermount.

As soon as I got home, my assistant had already delivered Samuel's gifts—a 14th-century sapphire-blue glazed vase adorned with white lion motifs, and a 17th-century oil painting titled "The Lone Bird" by a renowned painter—each piece was extremely valuable.

Samuel had even left a note. The first gift was compensation for forcing me to terminate my pregnancy, the second for making me bless their bed.

The housekeepers looked at me with envy again. "Ms. Wagner, you're so lucky. Mr. Blanton treats you like royalty every day."

But they didn't know that every gift was just Samuel trying to make up for the ways he'd hurt me.

I put everything on the display shelves in the study, marking them as number 96 and 97. Looking around the room, only two spots were left empty. I knew the day I left wouldn't be far off.

Holding my appointment slip, I went to the hospital and had the procedure done. After leaving the embryo to be handled by the nurse, I went home, weak and guilty, and began packing.

Almost everything I had belonged to Samuel, so there wasn't much to take. The most important thing that I had to take was my parents' crystal keepsake from my bedroom. I was too young when I was kidnapped, so their faces had long faded from my memory. I only remembered their names, which I engraved onto a crystal keepsake, guided by Samuel.

They were a source of comfort, a reminder that I had parents who loved me. Even if Samuel abandoned me one day, my parents would still be with me.

I had just walked in when I realized Samuel had come home. He saw me and almost acted as if I was his savior, rushing me to help pack his bags. In these little day-to-day chores, he leaned on me completely, as if I was his wife.

But today, he seemed uneasy, as if he was hiding something.

Passing by my bedroom, I heard strange noises. Something felt off, so I flung open the door, and my brain went blank when I saw what was inside.

My parents' crystal keepsake had shattered into pieces, scattered all over the floor! Meanwhile, Zara and the housekeeper were trying to erase all evidence.

"Get away! Don't touch my parents!" I shoved everyone back and crouched over the pieces, tears streaming.

Zara's voice floated in, calm as ever. "Sorry, Ophelia. I came into your room to look around and accidentally knocked the crystal ornament off the table. I'm sorry I broke it. But honestly, it was so poorly made, and the writing was ugly. It needed replacing anyway. I'll hire a better craftsman and make you a new one. That'll make you happy, right?"

I screamed at her, "I don't want your stupid replacement!"

Samuel frowned and stepped forward, grabbing my arm. "Ophelia! Don't make a big deal out of this. You didn't even pay your parents back for giving birth to you. Now that they're dead, it's not like they would care. Zara's just trying to help. Why are you lashing out?"

I looked at him, shocked. "Don't you know why I didn't get to pay my parents back?"

Because I had been kidnapped, my parents had sold off everything and worked day and night to find me. The day of the accident, they'd gotten a lead and driven recklessly, trying to reach me. That was how they died. Their deaths were a lifelong wound.

Samuel saved me, sure. But I never expected him to hurt me with such precision.

Samuel paused, and just when I thought he'd understand, he said, "Ophelia, stop it. I'll engrave a new one with you later."

Zara pretended to cry, acting guilty. "Honey, it's my fault. I'm so clumsy. I shouldn't have touched it. I feel so bad! If it hurts the bond between you two, I-I couldn't live with it."

She really was clumsy—but intentionally. She knew my parents were my weak spot. And Samuel would always side with her, no matter what.

As usual, Samuel held her in his arms and whispered softly, "It was just a trinket. I don't blame you. I'll clean it up and get rid of it so you won't have to look at it anymore. Don't blame yourself."

Zara looked at me, choking back tears. "But Ophelia…"

"She's just a kid. A little soothing, and she'll forget about it."

"Get out!" I screamed, powerless with rage, and shoved them both out of the room. "I don't want to see you!"

I slammed the door, and silence swallowed me. I sat among the shards of the crystal keepsake and cried until I had nothing left. Maybe my parents were up in heaven, telling me it was time to end the debt, to stop trapping myself in this cage.

Once my tears dried, I gathered the broken crystals into a box. On the back of the hospital procedure sheet, I wrote, [No. 98].

I didn't notice when the door opened, and Samuel's voice came from behind, a little uneasy. "What does that mean, number 98?"

He reached for the paper.

I quickly snatched the paper back from Samuel and shoved it into the box, closing it. "It's nothing. Just a letter I wrote for my parents."

He sensed I was being secretive and seemed to realize something. "What, you still believe those lies you were told when you were a kid? You're still sending things to your parents?"

He was talking about all the silly things I did as a child. When I learned my parents were buried underground, I worried they would be short on food and clothes, so I'd hoard little things in boxes. Then I'd drag Samuel out to the backyard to dig holes and bury them, pretending I was sending them to my parents.

When I got older, Samuel often brought up those old stories to tease me. I didn't expect him to still remember.

Despite being misunderstood, I didn't say much this time and just nodded along obediently.

The memory made him crack a rare smile on his usually serious face. "You're all grown now, so you should stop doing these silly things. Now, open the gift I got you this time."

Joseph pushed a box in at the door. When I opened it, I found a piece of clear crystal, which looked quite expensive.

Samuel wrapped his arms around my waist and said gently, "I know you were upset about the keepsake. I specifically took some of my dad's private collection to make it up to you. I'll carve your parents' names again for you. How about that?"

The housekeepers outside saw how lovingly Samuel looked at me and turned their heads, feeling shy.

But I stayed unusually calm and said, "Just put it in the study."

Then I pulled my hand free. "I don't need you to carve their names. I'm already so grateful for all you've done for me all these years."

Samuel's face went pale bit by bit, and he stared at me as if he wanted to see through me. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"

I left his arms without a flinch. "I just felt sentimental seeing how happy you and Ms. Hill are, so I wanted to express my thanks. Don't get all worked up."

But my words didn't calm him. His eyes were locked on me, as if he sensed something was wrong. "Your face… Why are you so pale?"

I froze, suddenly realizing that my body was weak because I'd just had the abortion, and I had forgotten to put on blush.

"Are you hiding something from me?" He gripped my shoulders with his big hand, demanding an answer.

Seeing as I refused to explain, he snorted coldly, slammed the door with a crash, and stormed off.

I knew he'd be with Zara tonight. Sure enough, Zara sent me a photo of them kissing, showing off. I promptly turned off my phone and slept soundly.

Since I was a master's student in archaeology, I went straight to school early to submit my application for the Drakefang Heights excavation project.

My advisor was thrilled. He accepted me into the team and said I could leave anytime.

I planned to leave things tidy with Samuel, so I'd fulfill his final request at home, and then grab my things and go. But as soon as I stepped out of school, someone knocked me out.

When I opened my eyes, Zara was there with a group of tattooed men. "Ophelia, you’re so shameless. Samuel and I are married! Why are you still clinging to him?"

Sensing danger, I pretended to be obedient. "I'm not clinging to him. I already terminated the pregnancy. I'll leave him alone."

Samuel spoiled her so much and was willing to marry her. Why would she get her hands dirty for a nameless, powerless girl like me?

Zara smirked. "You've got some self-awareness, at least. Otherwise, you probably would go down with your bastard. But I can only secure my place as Mrs. Blanton if you die…

"But first, let's teach you a lesson."

With that, Zara waved, and the tattooed men started hitting me. I hugged my head, screaming, "Zara, you're insane! Aren't you afraid Samuel will take revenge if he finds out?"

She waved them off and pressed her heel into my face, amused. "Let's see if he even cares about you."

My body ached as they worked me over, then tied me back-to-back with Zara.

A moment later, I heard a loud noise outside the abandoned warehouse.

Samuel came running with a briefcase. Seeing me beaten, he shouted in rage, "How dare you hit her! Don't worry, Ophelia. I'm here. I'll take you home."

After the thugs took the briefcase and he quickly approached me, Zara suddenly fell from behind me, crying out, "Honey, don't worry about me. Save Ophelia first. These people came for my family. Ophelia's innocent. I don't care if I die today, as long as she's safe!"

Samuel finally noticed her presence. The tattooed men had guns and said slowly, "Mr. Blanton, you can only take one of them. The other dies. I suggest you think carefully."

Samuel's step froze, then he struggled to speak to me, "Ophelia, Zara saved my life. I can't ignore that. I'll save Zara first. I'll come get you later."

Zara's act was obvious, and Samuel would've realized that if he had just paid attention. But he still bought it and abandoned me once again. He pointed at Zara and shouted, "I choose Zara!"

That single sentence pierced my heart like a knife, and I could feel the hope draining out of me. I looked at him in despair. "Samuel, this is the last time."

He met my gray, broken eyes, a sharp ache of helplessness and longing flooding him. He felt like holding sand, but the sand kept escaping through his fingers.

He was about to say something when Zara suddenly collapsed and coughed up blood, barely breathing.

Samuel panicked. All his doubts were cut off in an instant, and he hurriedly carried Zara out. "Ophelia, trust me. I'll come back for you."

As he ran out the warehouse gate, a cold gun pressed against my forehead.

The tattooed man sneered, "Your man didn't pick you. Tough luck."

A split second before he pulled the trigger, a shot ripped through the air, hitting the man in the head. A group of police stormed in and rescued me.

Samuel didn't come.

In the ambulance, I got a text from Zara. [I won't let him come back for you. Wanna bet?]

At the same time, Samuel called. "I heard the police saved you. Zara's badly hurt, so I can't leave her now. Go home first. I'll check on you when I get back. Be good."

Before I could answer, he hung up and vanished.

During my hospital stay, he never came. Instead, Zara reported their daily life to me, even through the nurses.

I slipped out of the hospital without a word and went home, prying open the hidden compartment where I kept my documents.

When I turned 18 and started dating Samuel, he had already laid the groundwork for our future, separating my legal ties from the Blantons so I could stand on my own, all to make it easier for him to marry me.

But now, I was using these very same papers to leave him.

I pulled out a sheet of paper and scrawled "99" on it. Then, on the back, I wrote two lines.

[Goodbye, Samuel. I've repaid my debt, and our story ends here.]

I handed the box with the shattered crystal keepsake, abortion sheet, and letter to the housekeeper to give to Samuel.

She hesitated. "Mr. Blanton personally put the antiques he got you in the study. Don't you want to look at them?"

I replied calmly, "No."

With my simple luggage, I boarded a plane to Drakefang Heights.

After everything we had been through, I truly wished Samuel well.

When I arrived at Drakefang Heights and entered the tomb with the team, Samuel finally returned home. Not seeing me, he asked the housekeeper, "Where's Ophelia? Why isn't she home?"

The housekeeper shook her head and handed him a box. "Ms. Wagner said not to worry about her. She left this for you before leaving."

Samuel froze, opened it, and immediately saw the abortion sheet. He went rigid, eyes wide.