The Bullet Comments Say I’ll Die, I’ll Act Out to Perfection

I was known as the most arrogant and spoiled Omega in our social circles.

Following a family arrangement, I was forced into a political marriage with a gloomy, deaf Alpha.

After the wedding, I only ramped up my behavior, becoming increasingly difficult to live with.

I tracked his itinerary, enforced strict curfews, and threw tantrums, smashing anything in sight if even the slightest thing didn’t go my way.

It all came to a head when he returned home late once again. I was blocking the doorway, mid-rant and full of vitriol, when several lines of glaring bullet chat suddenly floated across my vision:

[Moron! Does this fake young master really think he’s something special?]

[You’re nothing but a low-grade substitute. The only reason you’re here is because your eyes look a bit like the Crown Prince’s White Moonlight-the one who supposedly jumped into the ocean!]

[Just wait until the Male Lead discovers his White Moonlight isn’t actually dead… He’ll expose your fake identity in front of everyone and toss you out like trash!]

[In the end, you’ll die a miserable death on the streets, and there won’t even be anyone to collect your corpse!]

My breath hitched, and the blood in my veins turned ice-cold from the shock.

My hand gave an uncontrollable jerk.

With a sharp crack, my palm swung out and slapped Pei Yuheng right across the face.