The Villain's Spoiled Gold Digger

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I play my role perfectly as the suffocating, bratty gold digger. Every day, I boss him around between the sheets and ruthlessly burn through his cash the moment my feet hit the floor. I am just waiting for the male lead to finally get sick of me so this mission can end.

But no matter how much of a nightmare I become, he only ever looks at me with a soft, lingering smile.

I grip the bedsheets, my knuckles turning white from the force, as the disconnected system in my mind suddenly blasts a shrill alarm.

[Host, you slept with the wrong man! This is Alaric, the most unhinged villain in the entire book!]

My breathing flatlines.

Chapter 1

A muffled groan escapes my lips.

I open my eyes to a suffocating, pitch-black room. A stranger's ragged, heavy breathing scrapes against the silence. Once my eyes adjust to the gloom, I trace the sound.

In the dim light, a broad-shouldered, long-legged man is sunk deep into a leather sofa. His jaw is locked rigid. The thick muscles of his forearms twitch under immense restraint, and a predatory, dark red haze swims in his eyes.

He has violently ripped open the collar of his expensive, custom-made black shirt. A sheen of sexy sweat coats his heavy pecs, radiating a dangerous, raw masculine heat.

I freeze. Is he drugged? What the hell is going on?

I carefully poke his arm. "Hey"

Before the next syllable leaves my mouth, the room tilts wildly.

Gravity shifts, and I am slammed hard against the mattress. Boiling hot breath crashes over my face. The crushing weight of his body makes my scalp prickle.

A gravelly voice scrapes against my ear. "Who are you?"

My breath hitsches. Truth is, I am a transmigrator. I have been shoved into the body of the malicious supporting female character, Blair.

In the original novel, Blair was the male lead Alaric's girlfriend, faking a sweet and innocent persona. But the moment he went bankrupt, she showed her true, gold-digging colors. By day, she burned through whatever savings he had left. By night, she chained him to the bed and ruthlessly used him.

After a while, Blair got bored and dumped him in the underground black market to rot. But he survived. He came back a completely unhinged monster.

He built his own empire and tortured Blair a thousand times over. Finally, when she was barely breathing, he got bored and put a bullet in her head to finish the job.

My mission is to play out this exact plot. Drain his bank accounts, use his body, and then tactfully die when the time comes. Which means, this guy in front of me is the male lead, Alaric?

Click. A cold, hard piece of metal presses directly into my waist.

I snap back to reality. Dropping my gaze, I see the barrel of a gun digging into my ribs.

Holy shit! Where the hell did the male lead get a gun? This was not in the original plot!

My spine locks rigid. Cold sweat instantly drenches my back.

His voice slices through the air again, deathly calm and dripping with lethal threat. "Who are you."

Searing, murderous intent radiates off him. A violent shudder rips through my body. Terrified of being shot on the spot, I instantly fall into character, throwing my arms around his neck with a fake sob. "I'm your girl, honey!"

The man above me instantly stiffens. He repeats, his voice rough as sandpaper. "Your girl?"

I nod frantically, terrified he will pull the trigger if I hesitate. "Yes, honey! Did you forget? It's Blair!"

Chapter 2

"You were calling me baby just yesterday. Why the cold shoulder today! You're breaking my heart" I let my voice crack at the end. Even though I am trembling out of pure terror, it sounds like the pathetic whimper of a heartbroken lover.

The man lets out a low, mocking chuckle. A second later, his striking face fills my vision. Sharp angles, a high, aristocratic nose bridge, and bottomless, freezing eyes that reflect my own face.

My heart stalls.

It really is the male lead, Alaric. No one else in this book possesses a face this illegally gorgeous.

"Baby," Alaric stares down at me, his tone suddenly dropping into a soft, dangerous coaxing whisper. "Since you're my girl, do you know what you're supposed to do when I've been drugged?"

His boiling breath brushes against the shell of my ear. A sharp shiver of electricity shoots down my spine, spreading into every nerve ending in my limbs. My heartbeat becomes deafening in my ears.

What does that mean? Is it time to follow the original plot and sleep with him? But something feels horribly off.

In the original novel, Alaric was absolutely disgusted by Blair's touch. He avoided her like the plague. So why is he begging for my hands on him right now?

Seeing me just staring at him in a daze, Alaric scoffs. He shifts his weight to pull away. "You can't even fake it right. So stupid."

Damn it, how dare he mock me! I jerk upright, grabbing his expensive collar with both hands, and smash my lips against his!

Fine, let's do this. With a body like Alaric's, it's not like I am losing out. Anything to finish the damn mission!

Alaric's pupils dilate. He raises a hand, almost as if to push me away, but the drugs violently surge back into his system. He finally loses the battle. With a ragged exhale, his large hands grip my waist, ruthlessly deepening the kiss.

In the mind-numbing heat that follows, I am completely wrecked, barely able to whimper. For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to dig my own grave. This bastard Alaric has the stamina of a literal monster.

In my hazy, half-conscious state, the original novel's description of Blair suddenly flashes into my mind

The heiress was a monster in human skin, mercilessly tormenting Alaric night after night without letting him go.

The first time I read that, I was just furious at the villainess. But right now, all I feel is pure respect. Tormenting him night after night? Girl, your physical endurance is out of this world.

When I finally force my eyes open again, every single muscle in my body screams in agonizing soreness. I rub my aching lower back and slowly take in my surroundings.

Pitch-black, top-tier Italian marble floors, Baccarat crystal chandeliers refracting cold light, and authentic post-war contemporary art pieces scattered across the walls. Every single detail silently screams a suffocating, top-tier wealth and power.

I am completely stunned. Looking down, even the bed I am lying in is an ultra-luxurious King-size, at least three times the size of my bed in my original world.

Tears of pure joy well up in my eyes. I knew Blair was an heiress, but I never imagined she was this filthy rich. After being broke for so long, it's finally my turn to live the billionaire lifestyle.

Just as I am about to cry tears of joy, a bowl of clear porridge is suddenly shoved into my line of sight. At the exact same moment, Alaric's familiar voice cuts through the air. "Why are you crying? Do you hate being at my place?"

"This is your house?"

"Who else's would it be? Yours?"

I rub my eyes. I rub them again in pure disbelief.

Wait. I am screaming internally. Didn't your family go totally bankrupt? How the hell do you still own a mansion this luxurious? Is this what they mean by a starving camel still being bigger than a horse?

Chapter 3

Alaric watches my tears fall. He must have misunderstood something. His warm thumb brushes against the corner of my eye, his voice holding a rare, awkward softness as he tries to comfort me.

"Stop crying. I lost control last night. Drink some of this hot broth. I crushed some painkillers into it. It should help."

The memories of last night's suffocating heat flash through my mind. The tears in my eyes instantly evaporate against my burning cheeks. I grab the bowl without a word and swallow the warm liquid. The tight knot in my stomach finally starts to untangle.

Alaric watches me intently before continuing. "I'll take responsibility for what happened. Move in with me."

My breath catches, and I violently choke on the broth. My eyes snap wide open.

This is completely wrong. According to the original plot, shouldn't I be the one keeping this bankrupt man as my toy? Why is this completely backward!

When I don't answer, Alaric raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong, baby? Didn't you say last night that you were going to fuck me until I had nightmares? Giving up already?"

My nails dig into the mattress. How does he still remember that! That was just me running my mouth last night when my competitive streak flared up after he whispered, 'Can't take it anymore?'

Technically, it is my actual mission. But if I actually try to do that, will I even survive until the end of the mission? I'll probably die of sheer exhaustion first.

I shift my gaze away, my voice dropping to a guilty mumble as I make up a random excuse. "Actually forget it. I'm a really light sleeper. This bed is too unfamiliar. I won't be able to sleep on it."

Alaric's lips curve into a slow smile. "That's perfectly fine, baby. If you don't like this bed, I'll just have my men bring over the one from last night. That one shouldn't be unfamiliar to you anymore, right?"

My jaw clenches tight. Wasn't the female lead supposed to bully the villain until he couldn't speak? Why am I the one being rendered completely speechless? Who is actually bullying who here!

A few days blur past. For some reason, my system flatlined the second I crossed into this world. Total radio silence.

I have to abandon that useless piece of trash and force myself to continue the transmigration mission on my own.

Three objectives in total. Use him, drain his bank accounts, and die.

The first objective went suspiciously well. Unlike the original plot, Alaric didn't fight me to the death when I touched him. Instead, he always wore that infuriatingly gentle smile.

Just thinking about it makes me grind my teeth. This guy is a total psycho!

I push myself off the couch and march straight toward Alaric's home office. Time for the second objective. Drain his cash.

I grip a platinum card in my hand and kick the heavy double doors open. "Honey, my credit cards are maxed out. Do you mind transferring a hundred grand to my account so I can see your sincerity"

Before the last syllable leaves my mouth, a drop of ice-cold sweat slides down my spine. The sprawling office is packed with highly trained, muscle-bound enforcers.

The exact second I slam the door open, they all pivot in unison. Hard, vigilant glares lock onto me. Then, moving as one entity, dozens of black muzzles are raised and pointed directly at my head.

My breath stops. Even though my final mission is literally to be killed by the villain I can still tell the difference between taking one bullet and being shredded into ground meat by dozens of assault rifles.

I drop to the floor and throw my hands over my head in surrender. "Please don't shoot! I'm just passing by, I'm leaving right now!"

A low, dark chuckle cuts through the suffocating silence. Alaric is leaning back lazily in his heavy leather executive chair, resting his chin on one hand. His head tilts slightly, his lips curving into a lethal, mesmerizing smirk. "Don't be scared, baby. Come here. What were you just saying?"

Chapter 4

The moment his words drop, the men lower their weapons. But my scalp is still tingling with terror.

How the hell am I supposed to deliver my line now?

I drag my feet toward him, my previous arrogance completely shattered. I force my voice into a sickly sweet whine. "Honey, my credit cards are maxed out. Mind wiring a hundred grand to my account so I can see your sincerity?"

Alaric takes the card, glances at it, and his brow furrows.

My eyes light up. Is the derailed plot finally getting back on track?

In the original novel, after Alaric went bankrupt, Blair secretly blew through the very last of his assets. Because of that, he couldn't pay his sick mother's medical bills, and she died in agony. That was the ultimate trauma of Alaric's life, the exact catalyst that turned him into a monster. From that day on, he utterly despised greedy gold diggers.

I stare at Alaric's deep frown, a thrill of excitement shooting through my veins. Is he finally starting to hate me? The plot is fixing itself, there is hope for my mission after all!

Instead, Alaric casually tosses my card aside. Then, right in front of my excited eyes, he pulls out a solid black metallic card. It practically screams unlimited wealth.

Alaric looks at my stunned expression, his tone as casual as if he is discussing the weather. "Throw that useless plastic away. A pathetic hundred grand limit won't buy you anything. Use my Centurion Black Card. Swipe it as much as you want, buy out the entire haute couture boutique for all I care."

What does he mean by a 'pathetic' hundred grand? That is a hundred thousand dollars! If this level of wealth is considered 'bankrupt', then what the hell am I?

A homeless beggar? Sometimes I literally laugh at my own poverty.

After a few more days of drowning in blinding luxury, reality slaps me awake.

No. I can't keep sinking into this decadence. My one job is to follow the original plotline. But right now, this plot is so mangled even its own creator wouldn't recognize it!

In the book, the second Blair used Alaric and stole his cash, he hated her to his very core. So why is it that I am draining his accounts and sharing his bed every single night, and he is still smiling at me like that! Did the universe just crank up the difficulty of my mission for no reason?

I grind my teeth in pure frustration. I can't live like this!

Right at that moment, Alaric's dangerously gorgeous face leans in, and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. "Why the frown, baby? Who made you upset? Those limited-edition designer bags you missed out on at the last auction? I just bought a whole room full of them for you. Want to go take a look?"

My face instantly lights up. "Yes, yes!"

Okay. Maybe I can survive living like this a little longer.

Ahhhhh!

In the dead of night, while I am sleeping alone, an ear-piercing electronic screech violently jolts me awake. I groggily rub my eyes. "Who is it? Shut up"

A familiar robotic voice breaks down in pure panic.

[It's me, Host! I am your System!]

Oh?

Hearing that, I immediately wake up. I sit up in bed, suddenly thrilled. "You're finally back! I couldn't even check my progress without you. Hurry up and tell me how my mission is doing."

The System falls into an eerie silence. After a long pause, it squeaks out a timid response.

[I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?]

I blink. I usually prefer to get the sweet stuff out of the way first. "Give me the good news."

[The good news is, Alaric's affection meter for you is at one hundred percent. Capture target completely secured.]

This bastard Alaric actually likes me! Is my charm really that lethal?

Chapter 5

A bright smile breaks across my face. "And the bad news?"

[The bad news is,] the System practically wails, [what's the point of capturing his heart!]

[Your mission was to follow the plot with the male lead! But you haven't even seen a single shadow of the male lead yet! And you actually have the nerve to ask me about your mission progress!]

My mind blanks. "What do you mean? Isn't Alaric the male lead?"

[Not only is he not the male lead, he isn't even a normal person! He is the biggest, most unhinged villain in the entire book! A ruthless monster with blood on his hands!]

What? How could those words possibly describe the man who has been treating me so perfectly?

I take a few deep breaths, massaging my throbbing temples. "That can't be right. I clearly remember before I transmigrated, you told me the male lead's name was Alaric"

[No!] the System righteously declares. [Don't pin this on me. I clearly said the male lead was Caleb, and the villain was Alaric! How could you possibly mix that up!]

Bro, they are both brooding billionaires. Mixing them up is practically a given!

Too exhausted to argue with this useless system, I cut to the most critical question. "So what do I do now?"

[What else can you do? Run!]

Its robotic voice actually trembles.

[Do you understand what 'biggest villain' means? It means he is far more ruthless and brutal than you could ever imagine. If you fall into the male lead's hands, it's just one quick bullet. If you fall into the villain's hands, there's no telling how agonizing your death will be!]

[Run for your life right now!]

The system's screaming makes my skull throb. Acting on pure adrenaline, I scramble out of bed and turn to run.

But the moment I lift my head, the blood in my veins freezes into solid ice.

Alaric is standing dead silent in the doorway of the dimly lit room. I have no idea how long he has been there. He stands backlit in the doorway.

His jawline is locked tight, and his massive frame radiates such a suffocating, dangerous presence that my breath instinctively catches in my throat.

"Baby, who are you talking to?"

"Where exactly are you trying to run?"

This is no different from running into the devil himself. Cold sweat instantly drenches my back. With his face hidden in the shadows, I can't read his expression, and I have no idea how much he actually heard