The Wrong Targets, The Right Escape

Synopsis

My sister, Tiffany Rivers, and I transmigrated into a novel together. I was shamelessly flirtatious and looked down on Alexander Grant, the CEO with a lame leg, thinking he couldn't satisfy my physical desires. Tiffany was all about money and couldn't stand Ethan Cole because he was poor. That night, I took her place and walked all over Ethan, mocking and humiliating him relentlessly. Meanwhile, she became Alexander's pampered mistress, splurging and chasing cash. Later, Tiffany couldn't take the torment anymore, so she was going to fake her death and disappear with all that money. I couldn't take it either. I rubbed my sore back and chased after her. A few years later, we were living living it up, when Tiffany suddenly texted me in the middle of the night: [Don't come home tonight. Alexander is coming for you.] I shoved the escort aside, ready to rescue her, but a new money tycoon pulled me right into his arms. Panicked, I slapped him hard. It turned out to be Ethan. He flashed a dangerous smile and pressed a kiss to my wrist. He murmured, "Still so delicate, baby."