You have to be a virtuous wife?
Why should I play that role when men and women were never truly equal back in my old world?
No, equality was always a myth there too—power tilted hard one way.
Alphas here reign higher than omegas by design.
Social ladders carved in stone, pheromones enforcing the hierarchy like invisible chains.
Silvia makes a terrible husband.
My whole body ached deep after cleaning that endless mansion and lying exposed on her rug for five humiliating minutes.
She stayed ice-cold, refusing to lift a finger to help me.
I worked as a cleaner in my past life, scrubbing offices for pennies an hour, so I could handle the mansion grind.
But her ordering me around like disposable help felt straight inhumane—no mercy, no thanks, just scorn.
“What is wrong with her?” I muttered aloud while collapsing onto my soft bed.
Muscles screamed fire from shoulders to calves; my skirt still wrinkled muddy around my thighs, damp with sweat and soapy streaks.
CVWRS floated in close, disco eyes curious and glowing faint.
“Host, she’s the female lead of this world—plot armour and all.
Her story drives everything.”
“But I’m a human too, just like her.
Why did her parents force this marriage on my predecessor?” I asked, wincing as I rubbed my throbbing lower back.
“Well, her parents liked OG Lyra from the start.
They knew her parents well—old business ties, family favours stacked high over years.”
“Then why does she hate me so much?” I pressed, kicking off my heels with a clatter.
“She got forced into the marriage, Host.
Generally, she doesn’t like anyone, especially omegas.
You represent everything she resents—weakness, obligation, her lost freedom.”
“Did my predecessor even like her?
Silvia is a bad woman.”
“No, she didn’t.
Mutual ice wall between them—cold from day one of their meeting.
But OG Lyra behaved civilly.”
“I don’t like cruel people—rich or not,” I said firm, sitting up slow.
“Host, no one does.
Besides, after the final mission completes, you’ll leave her, right?”
“Yes, I will.
I peeled off my damp shirt slow, buttons slipping free one by one, then shimmied out of the wrinkled skirt.
It pooled at my feet like shed skin.
Bare now in just panties, I walked slow into the en-suite bathroom.
Steam already fogged the air thick from the filling tub, rose-scented mist curling lazy around marble tiles.
I squeezed lush rose bodywash across my sore shoulders first, creamy lather sliding down my curves—easing knots over my breasts, tracing hips bruised from the fall.
Shampoo came next, floral suds worked deep into blonde waves until they foamed rich white.
Scalp tingled relief as I rinsed under the handheld shower sprayer.
Finally, I stepped into the hot water tub.
Bubbles swallowed me up to my chin instant; lavender heat-soaked aches away slow, jets humming gentle massage against my spine.
Porcelain skin pinked from steam, sapphire doe eyes half-lidded bliss, blonde strands floating loose on the surface like golden seaweed.
“Who would like to be yelled at like that day after day?” I asked the swirling steam, sinking deeper until water lapped my neck.
“Host, are you feeling sad about it?” CVWRS hovered by the faucet, whiskers drooping sympathetic, holographic form shimmering in the humid air.
“Not sad—just pissed.
Is it because she’s rich?
Does her money make her think I’m just her personal maid?”
In my previous life, I grew up poor—scraping by on gig jobs like cleaning and food delivery, never hating the wealthy for it.
Even if I struck gold someday, I’d never forget those lean days or treat people like dirt under my heel.
“Not hot on staying trapped, right?
After the final mission wraps, you’ll leave her for good.
Find someone who actually deserves you,” it said encouraging.
I washed myself slow and thorough, lavender suds rinsing clean down the drain in frothy rivers.
Well, that freedom tempted strong.
But acting called louder now—leading roles, spotlights blazing, my real escape from this mess.
“Cat, I think I’ll act more.
Build my own path without her shadow,” I said, voice echoing off tiled walls.
“If that’s your wish, then fine—chase those sets hard.”
“And I’m done taking handouts from Silvia’s parents in my future.”
“Host, they hold real power—connections matter big time.”
“I’m not cutting ties with them entirely, but no more free rides.
I’ll earn it clean, my way.”
This ABO world still felt weird as hell—gender swaps, missions, alpha commands twisting my gut every day.
CVWRS perked up with a sparkle, tail flicking eager.
“Host, do you need a PowerPoint presentation for this?
CVWRS’s holographic form flickered closer, whiskers twitching judgmental.
“Don’t smirk like that, Host.
You look like a complete idiot with your cheeks all pruned.”
“What?!” I yelped, splashing water accidental as my smirk dropped fast.
“Rude much?”
“Host, do you actually want to see that PowerPoint presentation now?
Also, I have another PowerPoint presentation queued—omega rights in 10 slides.”
“No way!
Cat, you’re turning into a cruel system just like her,” I grumbled, pulling the drain plug with a loud gurgle.
Suds swirled down fast.
I got out slow, skin pink and steaming from the soak, and dried off with a fluffy towel that rasped soft against my curves.
Nightclothes waited on the marble counter—a light silk camisole and matching shorts, pale blue and innocent—Lyra’s sleep set.
I slipped them on quick, fabric whispering cool against my clean skin, blonde waves finger-combed damp into loose waves.
“I want a toffee right now,” I whined, stomach growling loud as I padded back to the bedroom.
“Something sweet to kill this hunger.”
“Host, you can’t eat that,” CVWRS said firm, floating by the nightstand.
“Why not?
It’s my body, my rules.”
“Silvia hates anyone eating at midnight—house rule.
Crumbs offend her alpha senses.”
I lowered my head slow, shoulders slumping defeated.
“Will it count as unvirtuous if I sneak just one chocolate?
Tiny rebellion?”
“Yes, straight fail.
Points docked, probably.”
“Actually, I’m starving.
Haven’t eaten since that cold lunch hours ago—cleaning burned every calorie.”
“Host, I’m sorry…
system limits tied to her rules.” Its disco eyes dimmed guilty for once.
“Oh.” Simple word hung heavy.
No snacks, no mercy.
I climbed into the massive bed slow, sheets cool and crisp under my tired limbs.
Silk hugged my frame as I pulled the duvet high, closed my sapphire doe eyes tight, and willed sleep to come fast.