Chapter 1 Dream Life

• "Lunch is ready, Madame. Do you want to eat right now?"
• "Umm…!"
• A pretty figure got up from the lounge chair and began to stretch.
• Her top rode up as she raised her arms, exposing a fair, slim waist and two adorable dimples on her lower back.
• The maid flushed red and immediately lowered her eyes, daring not to look. How fair was it, madam?
• "Lead the way." Emily put on her slippers, leaving the sound of her footsteps resonating on the glossy marble surface.
• From the third floor, she took the elevator down to the dining room. She nearly burst into tears of excitement when she saw the table laden with treats that, in her previous life, she could never have afforded.
• Emily entered this world just three days ago through transmigration.
• She was an overworked extra in a previous life, given a "death combo meal."
• She was sitting in a cafe when she opened her eyes once more.
• The man across from her raised his gold-rimmed spectacles a little. "What say you, Miss Emily?"
• What was happening?
• Emily was about to respond when a barrage of strange memories related to her current situation suddenly entered her head.
• A few moments later, her expression softened as she realized what she was facing.
• An agreement about marriage lay on the table. She would only need to maintain the façade of a loving couple and occasionally show up for family dinners, fulfilling none of the duties associated with being a wife. She would get $40 thousand a month in exchange, and her husband's credit card would be used to cover all of her living expenses.
• In addition, she would get $10 million as a settlement when their divorce was finalized and the two-year contract expired.
• Emily's hands trembled, and her heart raced as she covered her mouth.
• What a lucky break!
• Assistant Ben said, "If you do not wish to..." assuming she was refusing.
• "Pfft!"
• The assistant, Ben, gave her a shocked look. Emily continued to make "pfft" noises, like a boiling kettle, with her mouth open wide.
• Emily inhaled deeply and struggled to hold back her laughter. "I apologize, I lost my cool...heehee."
• Oh no, she was still laughing uncontrollably. Would he think she had a mental illness?
• Ben Assistant's mouth dropped open, and he said, "...It's alright."
• Emily eagerly signed her name, grinning broadly, fearing that if she delayed, nightmares would ensue. "When will the monthly payments be made? Please let me know."
• Ben's Assistant: "...Anytime you'd like."
• He had a strange feeling, but since Madam was the boss's decision, he had to have a good reason.
• Within an afternoon, the registration and relocation went without a hitch.
• Emily did not seem to care that her cheap husband did not show up.
• She was the only mistress of the vast villa. Emily was very lonely as she lay there by herself on the specially made sofa.
• Wouldn't it be better to live luxuriously for two years rather than go through a divorce for ten million dollars? She could live a life of idleness if her only interest was in things.
• Several servants waited for her when she woke up each day, ready to attend to her needs. She was free to purchase anything she wanted and eat anything she wanted.
• Emily fully embraced the lifestyle of the wealthy in just three days.
• Those were incredibly blissful days, when one would dress in silks and satins, have food delivered, and have your mouth watering.
• Emily coughed softly, remembering herself: "You all can continue with your tasks. I can eat on my own."
• "Yes, ma'am." Orderly took their leave from the servants.
• Emily took up her knife and fork and ate with gusto when she noticed that no one else was present.
• How could it all have been so delicious, my god?
• Emily stretched out on the couch after dinner to help with her digestion. Fruit and dessert were brought over by the sister Monroe . The fruit that was flown in was far more delicious than the cheap variety she had previously purchased.
• So this was the way the rich people led such straightforward, unadorned lives? Amazing, really amazing!
• Emily enjoyed every bite, enhancing her dining experience. She used to consider her options carefully before shelling out more than a hundred dollars for a skin. Now, she was Lady Emily, wealthy and far from her previous humble self.
• Purchase everything!
• Her happiness was short-lived, though, as her manager, Baxter Brother, called.
• Yes, she was also a Z-list celebrity in this life.
• In contrast to her previous existence, she was now the epitome of scandal—accounting for nicknames such as "troublemaker," "loose tea bitch," "plastic surgery freak," and compensation scammer—and was constantly in the news. The internet rumors didn't stop.
• Her company PR team decided to ride on her coattails by pairing her at random with every male celebrity she had previously collaborated with, turning her into a huge, unwelcome tumor in the entertainment industry that everyone tried to avoid.
• But that was all moot now, because Emily was ready to leave the company.
• How absurd! Why put in so much effort when success was never within reach?
• Baxter Brother's irritated voice could be heard barely after she had picked up, asking, "Why did you take so long to answer? Visit the business immediately; there is good news."
• Baxter Brother didn't even give Emily a chance to say no before he hung up the phone.
• Positive updates? What could possibly be good news about a pimp like him?
• After giving it some thought, Emily scowled.
• According to the story, she joined a dating show after being prodded by Baxter Brother. Unaware that the men were all potential suitors for the female lead, she made an effort to woo multiple of them. She ultimately became the target of hate mail on the internet after being flamed by their fans.
• She could not take part in that dating show; crossing the female lead would not bring her any luck.
• Emily was a little irritated, considering she still had a year and a half left on her exploitative contract. "Uncle Arthur, I have to leave for a little while."
• Uncle Arthur, the butler dressed impeccably in a formal black suit, cocked his head slightly. "Madam, which vehicle would you like to use today?"
• Emily, who doesn't know much about cars, said, "Any is fine."
• "All right, I'll set that up."
• Before long, a fancy-looking car pulled up. Despite her lack of car experience, Emily could tell it was valuable just by looking at it.
• She was seated in the back and could not tell what kind of material the incredibly comfy seats were made of.
• Emily, who is prone to carsickness, is currently experiencing no nausea or vertigo.
• Could it be that her nausea was exclusive to inexpensive vehicles?
• "Emily, you found a sugar daddy?!" came from the side as she was about to leave.
• Emily turned to see a sultry looking metrosexual with smokey makeup staring at her.
• Beyond the outrageous appearance, she could see some decent features.
• Someone is glaring at me with narrowed eyes; heavens help me!
• "Are you...?"
• Wide-eyed, the metrosexual glared. "What new con are you putting on to get my attention this time?!"
• Yes, it was that dumbass ex.
• He became handsy after just two days of dating. More significantly, he still owed money to the original owner.
• "How is it going for you?" Emily took off, carrying her bag.
• The metrosexuals appeared out of nowhere, talking nonstop. "Hey! When we were dating, you were so self-serving, saying that marriage came before intimacy. However, you've just jumped into an elderly man's bed."
• Emily rolled her eyes. "What a bunch of nonsense!"
• "Have you ever heard of such a saying before?"
• The gay men stopped. "What?"
• "A worthy ex-partner ought to be dead. Ah, I see. Pay back the money you owe, or I'll file a lawsuit."
• "Only few of the thousands were involved. Worth causing a stir about?" He had a contemptuous expression.
• "When it's not your money, it's easy to say. Thus, repay it."
• Metrosexual: "..."