Three days had passed since my fever broke completely, and I felt fully back to normal—full of energy, no aches or weakness anywhere in my body.
The system had kept chiming with wins—five more missions done quietly over those days.
For the first time, I felt doing missions was quite easy.
I ordered Silvia’s favourite grilled steak from her top-rated restaurant, just how she liked it—medium-rare with herb butter on the side.
Left sweet little notes on her briefcase, like ‘Hope your day shines bright.’ Gave her tense shoulders a gentle massage after her long work calls.
Organized her messy office desk without saying a word.
And held back snarky replies every time she got cold.
Each one rang like a bell.
“Silvia is a really mean alpha.
She is reaping benefits after she took care of you.”
I know!
🎉 Mission 13 COMPLETED!
🎉
📈 +200 points unlocked!
💰 GRAND TOTAL POINTS: 5,250/1,000,000 → DIVORCE-FREE ESCAPE
📊 Next Tier: Luxury Villa Fund UNLOCKED!
(3,000 pts reached)
🎁 Rewards: $50,000,000 villa deposit (anonymous bank transfer done—shop for homes anytime!
🏡) + Weekly Allowance $10,000 (auto-deposit started!
💳)
Points piled up fast, and now my escape fund felt real—a nice villa far away, all mine if I kept playing it smart.
Silvia had taken care of me those three days—brought fresh soup to my room without a word, called the doctor for check-ups, even tucked extra blankets around me when I shivered at night.
Her scent still hung warm in the bedsheets.
But old habits die hard with her.
Now we sat at the long oak dining table in the mansion’s big hall.
Chandelier lights sparkled off crystal glasses and silverware.
Steam rose from her plate of grilled salmon and fresh asparagus—her usual alone-time meal.
She glared at me hard as I slid into the chair across from her, hoping for a quiet shared breakfast.
“Silvia…” I said soft, my voice sweet from the charm buffs still working, sapphire eyes looking up hopeful and wide.
“Lyra, how many times do I have to tell you this?
I don’t want you here during my eating time.
This is my personal space—I eat alone,” she snapped cold, her fork stopping halfway to her mouth, red eyes narrowing over the rim of her wine glass like knives.
“Silvia, I just thought…
maybe we could eat together?
Like a normal couple sometimes?” I said shy, fingers twisting the cloth napkin in my lap, my gold hair catching the light as I leaned forward a bit.
“No way.
I still don’t trust you at all—not after that reckless film set stunt and all the mess it caused.
You clean the whole mansion from top to bottom—polish every marble floor, dust all the chandeliers, scrub the guest wings spotless.”
“What?!
But I—”
“Seems less?
Garden next—trim the hedges neat, pull every weed, rake up all the leaves.
Then the garage—wash and polish every single car, sweep up oil stains and dirt.
It’s your job now, wife or not.
Earn your keep around here.”
Fuck you!
Anger boiled hot in my chest, face heating up.
Why switch back to total bitch mode?
She nursed me for days; now dumps chores like I’m the maid?
Never trust an alpha—they warm up a little, then freeze you out cold.
My perfect lips pressed into a thin line, hands clenching tight under the table.
I wanted to yell back, tell her to shove it.
But right then—
🎯 Mission 14: Accept household duties gracefully.
💆♀️ Be a virtuous wife who serves her husband humbly!
💕
✅ Reward: 350 points + Obedience Aura | ❌ Fail: Public Humiliation Event
I breathed out sharp through my nose, swallowing the rage.
Forced a sweet, calm smile—system timer ticking loud in my head.
“Okay, Silvia…
if that’s what you want me to do.
I’ll get started right after breakfast.
Mansion first, then the garden, and garage last.
Everything will be spotless; I promise you that,” I said.
She blinked once, a tiny bit surprised, her fork moving again to her plate with a soft clink.
“Good.
Cleaning gloves are in the utility closet down the hall.
Don’t slack off or half-ass it—do it right.
I expect every corner gleaming by dinner.”
“Will I get food after that?” I asked soft, lowering my head shy like a good wife, gold hair falling forward to curtain my face.
Sapphire eyes peeked up through lashes, voice small and hopeful. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Sure, it’s an illusion—she’d never soften for real toward me.
Silvia paused mid-bite, salmon fork hovering, red eyes narrowing thoughtful instead of snapping.
“Food?
Yeah, of course.
I’ll make you something after—sandwich, soup, whatever.
Not starving you here.” Her tone stayed gruff, but lacked the usual bite, cent easing fraction sweeter.
“What, think I’d lock the fridge on you?”
“No…
just checking,” I mumbled quick, cheeks flushing natural rosy from the glow-up.
“Thank you, Silvia.
I’ll work hard.”
She grunted short, waving her free hand dismissive.
“Less talk, do more cleaning.
Garden hedges first if you dawdle—those shears are sharp.” Glare held, but her fork scraped plate casual now, ice cracking hairline.
Points beat pride any day, I thought, standing up graceful and smooth with a polite nod.
Villa money’s real now.
Her loss if she wants to play mean.
I wanted to be friends with her.
“Got it—starting now.”
Excused myself quiet from the table and headed straight down the hall to the utility closet, thick carpet muffling my steps.
Pulled on the heavy rubber gloves with firm determination—humming a soft, cheerful tune under my breath, bucket and mop in tow.
“Host, Silvia is too much!
You just recovered!”
Forget it.
I am sure that she doesn’t want to be friends with me, and she will continue to bully me.
“Host…”
It’s fine
🎉 Mission 14 COMPLETED!
🎉
💆♀️ Virtuous wife serves humbly—graceful acceptance nailed!
💕
📈 +350 points + Obedience Aura unlocked!
✨ Aura Active: Silvia’s commands feel 50% less harsh, compliance glows natural!
💰 GRAND TOTAL POINTS: 5,600/1,000,000 → DIVORCE-FREE ESCAPE
📊 Next Tier Progress: Villa Fund Boosted!
Cat, this aura won’t work, will it?
“I am not sure, Host.”