Maria rubbed her forehead, the soft light of the room casting a delicate glow on her features. She sat down, her delicate frame sinking into the chair as her gaze lingered on the ceiling. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for something to happen. Marvin entered along with Mike, and the air shifted with their presence.
"Maria, I hope you're alright. Don't worry, I'm here for you," Marvin said, his voice full of concern.
Maria looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears as she lowered her gaze, hiding behind her long, dark lashes. She reached out and gently took his hand. Her skin, pale and almost ethereal, seemed to glow under the soft lighting, like porcelain—delicate and fragile.
"Brother Marvin, tell me the truth... am I treated? Is this heart... an artificial one?" Maria asked softly, her voice breaking with vulnerability. Her doe-blue eyes stared at him, wide and pleading, the tears glistening like droplets on a flower petal in a storm. She looked like a beautiful flower suffering from the harsh winds and rain, helpless yet so striking in her sorrow.
Marvin's heart softened at the sight. He squeezed her hand, his own pulse quickening as he took in her beauty, her delicate features framed by her dark, glossy hair that fell in soft waves around her face. She seemed like someone caught between innocence and manipulation, her beauty a weapon she wielded unknowingly.
"Maria, yes, the heart inside you is artificial. But I promise, I will make you better again. Trust me. Oliver will surely do the heart transplant. She loves me, so she will listen to me," Marvin said softly, brushing his hand through her hair in a comforting gesture.
Maria's face twisted with sorrow, her lips forming a perfect pout as her tears began to fall in gentle streams down her cheeks. "Brother Marvin, I feel so bad. I've taken everything from Sister Oliver and caused harm to your relationship. I'm sorry," she said in a fragile voice, her words breaking in the middle of the sentence, as if she was slowly fading into the sadness of her own drama.
The way she clung to his hand, her nails slightly digging into his skin, sent a tremor through his chest. Her beauty, though tragic, was magnetic. Her expression was heart-wrenching—her lips trembled, her eyes wide with unshed tears. She looked like someone on the verge of a breakdown, making Marvin ache with a deep, primal need to protect her.
"In the operating room... I thought I was going to die," Maria continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought about leaving my son behind, never having the chance to enjoy life's gifts... But I survived. Now, I don't want this heart anymore. I don't want to carry this guilt," she whispered, her eyes clouded with sorrow. The way her lips curved into a soft frown, her pink lips so inviting yet so frail, made her seem like a wounded animal—helpless and full of quiet despair.
Marvin's resolve began to crumble. He hugged her, his arms trembling slightly as he held her close. "Don't say that, don't you trust me?" he murmured.
Maria held his hand and gently placed it on her head, the silkiness of her hair spilling through his fingers like water. She tilted her head up, her face soft and serene, but there was a darkness in her eyes, a calculated glint behind the mask of vulnerability.
"Promise me you won't take Oliver's heart and give it to me. If you want to help me, Brother Marvin, then you must fulfill all my wishes," Maria said softly, her voice smooth and velvety like a song. Her gaze locked onto him, pulling him deeper into her spell.
Marvin stared at her for a long moment, unable to look away from her ethereal beauty. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and the way her eyes sparkled with sadness made her appear both angelic and dangerous. She was beautiful, almost too much so, and it was hard not to get lost in her charm.
"Fine. I promise to fulfill all your wishes. So, tell me," Marvin said, finally breaking his gaze but still feeling her presence radiating around him.
Maria smiled faintly, a soft, almost imperceptible curve of her lips, like a woman who knew she had the world at her fingertips. "Brother Marvin, I've always wanted to go on different vacations around the world. I also need to save money to give Mike the life I couldn't have when I was young. I have to maintain this artificial heart, and I need money to take care of myself," she said, her voice low and steady, her eyes focused intently on his face, almost as if she could see straight through him.
Her words were innocent on the surface, but there was something behind them—a hidden agenda, a promise of more. Her beauty shone in her every word, every gesture, as if her entire being was a perfect act of seduction.
"Brother Marvin, I'm sorry to say this, but money is all I can think of now to secure my and my child's future. I promise that if you give me the money, I'll leave you. I won't interfere in your marriage. I know what it feels like to have someone taking your husband's attention, and I don't want to be seen as a third wheel," Maria said, her eyes softening, and she started to sob, her voice cracking as she leaned into him.
Her tears fell like the softest rain, her beauty amplified by the raw emotion in her eyes. Marvin couldn't help but hold her tighter, his heart aching with each passing second.
"Fine, no need to cry. I'm here. I will support you and your family," he said softly, trying to comfort her, even as he knew he was being manipulated.
Maria whispered a quiet thank you, her voice like velvet as she pulled away slightly, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Just as she composed herself, Marvin's assistant entered the room, whispering something into his ear before he turned and left.
Mike watched them, a scowl forming on his face. He pinched Maria's hand hard.
"Mom, what are you doing? Money? Is that what you're thinking about?" he roared, his anger boiling over. "You could've gotten closer to Uncle Marvin, made him fall in love with you, then marry him. Then the money would be yours! How can you be so stupid, mom? Don't you want to see Jake and that woman Oliver suffer?"
Mike felt a headache as his plan was already failing .
Maria looked at him the more she looked at him the more she felt he was more stupid he died and got rebirthed but his mind was like that of a bird .
Maria closed her eyes as she felt annoyed looking at him and she slapped his hand away.
"Since when does a child start debating in adult matters? Shut up and go play," she said softly, but her tone was icy, cutting through the room like a knife.
Maria ghost scream. "How dare you slap my son hand, you imposter?!" she yelled, moving to lunge at her. But before she could touch her, an invisible field stopped him, forcing him back.
"You hit me! You bad woman, apologize, or I will never forgive you!" Mike screeched, his voice high-pitched with rage.
Maria stared at him, her eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she slapped his mouth .
how dare you slap my mouth you bitch he Mike screamed
Mia slapped his mouth again and again.
"You have a strong, dirty mouth for a child," she said, her voice laced with venom as she tilted her head, a slight smirk curling on her lips. "If you dare call me a bitch again, I'll cut your tongue and roast it and feed it to you.Have you every eating a tongue meat before ?" she asked, her eyes cold and filled with warning.
Mike swallowed hard, his body trembling. He didn't reply. He simply turned and ran out of the room, his small legs carrying him away from the terrifying woman who had just threatened him.
"Is that how you talk to a child?" a voice called out.
Maria turned to face the golden cat, her eyes darkening. "First of all, he's a grown man in a child's body, so he knows exactly what he's saying. You spoil the rod, you spoil the child. This generation... it's strange. A child can call his mother a bitch now and the mom who beat him is wrong. But whatever. Forget about that. Tell me, how do you want to die?" she asked, a sinister smile forming as she grabbed the cat's neck. It struggled weakly in her grip.
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Chapter 2 (Part 1)
Maria rubs her forehead and sits down, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling. Marvin enters with his son, Mike.
"Maria, I hope you're alright. Don't worry, I'm here for you," Marvin says, his voice filled with concern.
Mia looks at him, her gaze softening before she lowers her eyes. She reaches for his hand, her fingers trembling slightly. "Brother Marvin, tell me the truth… is this heart really mine? Is it... artificial?" Mia asks, her voice barely above a whisper, the tears in her eyes shimmering like dewdrops on a delicate flower caught in the wind.
Marvin feels a pang in his chest as he grips her hand tighter, his heart softening at the sight of her vulnerability. "Maria, yes, the heart inside you is a fake one, but I promise, I will make things right again. Trust me, Oliver will help with the transplant. She loves me, and she will listen to me," Marvin says, gently brushing his fingers through her hair.
"Brother Marvin," Mia continues, her voice laced with sorrow, "I feel guilty. I've taken so much from Sister Oliver, and I've harmed your relationship... I'm sorry," she says, her grip on his hand tightening as she begins to sob softly.
In the operating room, Mia had feared she would never wake up. "I thought I was going to die... leaving my son behind. I haven't even had the chance to truly live... yet, I survived. But now I don't want the heart anymore. I don't want the guilt that comes with it," she says softly, her doe-blue eyes filled with pain, her lips forming a small, pitiful pout.
Marvin wraps her in a tight hug, his heart aching. "Don't say that. Don't you trust me?" he murmurs.
Mia looks up at him, her eyes pleading. She places his hand on her head. "Promise me that you won't take Oliver's heart and give it to me. If you want to help me, Brother Marvin, then fulfill all my wishes," Mia says softly, her expression both innocent and determined.
Mike watches from the corner, confused. But deep down, he knows this is going against his plans. He had hoped to use Marvin for his revenge—his mother was supposed to seduce Marvin and weaken Jake's position, making him the puppet to control. But Mia's drama, her weakness, wasn't part of the plan.
Mia, oblivious to Mike's scheming, continues to stare at Marvin, her eyes burning with intensity.
"Fine, I promise to fulfill all your wishes," Marvin says, his gaze unwavering. "So tell me, what do you want?"
Mia smiles sweetly. "Brother Marvin, I've always dreamed of traveling the world. I want to save money for Mike... to give him the life I never had when I was young. But I also need to maintain this artificial heart... It's expensive. And... I need money to secure my future. To take care of myself and my son," Mia says, her voice filled with a quiet desperation.
Marvin looks at her, slightly taken aback. "Money?" he asks, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Are you really thinking about money?"
Mia nods slowly. "Yes, Brother Marvin. Money is all I can think of right now. I promise that if you give me the money I need, I will leave you and disappear from your life. I don't want to be the third wheel in your marriage. I understand how it feels when someone else takes your husband's attention."
Tears begin to well in her eyes, and Marvin is overcome with a deep sense of sympathy. He hugs her gently. "No need to cry. I'm here, and I'll support you and your family," he says.
As Marvin's assistant enters the room, he whispers something into Marvin's ear, and Marvin leaves abruptly.
Mike, unable to contain his frustration, pinches Mia's hand. "Mom, what are you doing? Money? Is that all you care about? You could have gotten closer to Uncle Marvin... made him fall for you... then you'd have all the money you want. What's wrong with you, Mom? You're messing up my plans! Don't you want to see Jake and that woman, Oliver, suffer?" Mike roars, his voice tinged with rage.
Maria, coldly staring at him, slaps his hand away from her. "When did children start interfering in adult matters? Shut up and go play," she mutters, her voice dripping with disdain.
"How dare you slap my son's hand, you imposter!" Maria ghost shrieks, attempting to reach for Maria, but an invisible barrier prevents her from touching her.
Mike, infuriated, glares at Maria. "You slapped me! You better apologize, or I'll never forgive you!" he screams.
Maria, unfazed, looks at him from beneath her lashes. She slaps his mouth, hard. "Don't call me a 'bitch' again," she warns in a low, dangerous tone. With each slap, Mike's yells grow louder, until finally, he runs off, his legs shaking in fear.
"Is that how you talk to a child?" the golden cat asks, its voice dripping with sarcasm.
Maria scoffs. "First of all, he's a grown man in a child's body. He knows exactly what he's saying. And honestly, this generation is crazy. A child calling his mom a 'bitch'? Ridiculous. But whatever. Forget that... How do you want to die, Dumplings?" she says, her tone playful but menacing as she grabs the cat by the neck, squeezing it lightly as it weakly struggles.
"Don't kill me! Killing is a crime!" the cat protests, its voice a pitiful squeak.im so pitiful being killed by my host
"How dare you ask me not to kill you? First of all, you're not cute, you're like a ball. Secondly, what is this... thing?" Mia says, pointing at Maria's ghostly form. "Are you planning to give me a headache? I'm already stressed enough."
The cat sighs in exasperation. "Calm down. This body's heart is weak. Don't stress yourself out or you'll die before you even start your mission," it says, stretching its tiny leg.
"This Maria ghost isn't really a ghost. It's a manifestation of resentment—her child's death and her suffering," the cat continues. "which made up This form as she wanted revenge which is actually an error
Maria ghost huffs in annoyance. "Who are you calling a ball resentment, you talking ball?" she retorts, making Mia chuckle.
Even Maria's ghost can't help but agree, and Mia mocks, "See? Even the ghost knows you're fat. Maybe you should start dieting."
The golden ball floats toward Mia, attempting to attack, but Mia effortlessly slaps it away, sending it crashing onto the couch. It stretches out, glaring at her.
"So what's your plan, Mia?" the cat asks, now a little more serious.
"I'm avoiding all this trouble. What better way to secure my future than with money?" Mia replies, her voice tinged with wicked delight.
The cat clicks its tongue. "Liar. You're too obsessed with money. But anyway, just so you know, whenever you get really weak, this ghost is going to take over," it warns before disappearing.
Mia smiles to herself. "You win this round, Dumplings. But I'll win the next," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She looks up at the ghost floating before her. "Ugh, stress," she mutters, rubbing her forehead.
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At Night
Mia opens her eyes and immediately locks gazes with the ghost, whose red eyes glow eerily in the dark.
Mia blinks, then playfully slaps the ghost's forehead. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice full of mock innocence.
Maria floats up, her ghostly form shimmering as Mia recites some incantation. The ghost screams as a door opens, and Charles, Marvin's friend, steps inside.
"What are you doing?" Charles asks, his voice laced with suspicion.
Mia casually swings her hand. "I'm catching insects. They're very annoying," she replies, dusting her hands off as if nothing happened.
Charles frowns. "Didn't you want money? I'm here to set the amount you'll receive every month."
Mia crosses her arms.
he stared at Mia as he arranged the check on the table .
"So you've changed your strategy? Or did you finally realize you can't win Marvin's heart?" he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain.
Mia rolls her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," she responds coldly.
Charles scoffs. "Don't play dumb with me. You broke up with Marvin and tried to go after a rich second heir,who dumped you after you got pregnant,so you want to go after Marvin after he has made it but now you've changed your plan. You're disgusting."
Charles stood straight ready to act if she Dare to attack him .
Mia walks over to Charles, taking the check from his hand. She writes down an amount with a pen she takes from his pocket, then hands it back to him. "There. Fifty million yuan every month."
Charles gasps, his eyes widening. "Fifty million yuan? Are you insane?" he screams.
Mia shrugs nonchalantly. "Why is it too small? I thought it was small too, but what can I do? I've already written it," she says innocently.
Charles looks furious. "Why don't you just rob a bank instead? You're shameless!"
Mia smiles, unfazed. "I have heart problems, not hearing problems. Don't add to my stress, and problem remember, you are not the one paying. If Marvin is willing to sponsor me, what's the problem?" She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "I'm just taking what's being offered and this amount is small don't let poverty restrict your imagination."
Charles glares at her before storming off, muttering under his breath.
Mia looks at the ghost, taking an apple from the fruit plate and biting into it. She sighs. "Some of my powers are restricted. Life is hard," she murmurs.
The ghost tilts its head. "Why do you want the money?"
"To enjoy life," Mia replies softly, her eyes reflecting her deeper thoughts. "It's simple. Instead of chasing after a man—a married one at that—why not enjoy life and spend his money?" She pauses, looking at the ghost with a smirk. "And I need to secure my escape. What happens if Marvin finds out everything? I'm preparing to run away... with the money."
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