He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 01

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 01

“Take off one piece. One hundred thousand dollars.”

I hesitated for a second.

Then I put off my dress.

Reality crashed back. A voice slid into my ears.

“Spend the night with me. One hundred thousand dollars.”

I looked toward the sound.

Lucas Reed? I wasn’t sure.

The Lucas I knew always smiled—gentle, sweet, harmless. But the man before me held that same gentleness, edged with something colder. Older. Crueler.

He smiled too, but it never touched his eyes. Only malice, bare and deliberate.

I frowned. “Lucas?”

He laughed. “What? Not interested?”

I opened my mouth to reply,then live comments flooded my sight.

[Wait, is Lucas going too far?]

[? Savior complex much? This is the rival love interest. How many times has she bullied the female lead?]

[Did everyone forget? Serena faked depression to steal the male leads from Chloe.]

[Glad they finally saw through her BS. Poor Chloe—she got dragged through hell by this white lotus a few years back.]

[? Don’t be misogynistic. Even a villainess doesn’t deserve public humiliation.]

[Here we go again. The second someone dislikes a female character, it’s “misogyny.”]

[LMAO is this a misogyny loop or what?]

My head pounded. More memories crashed into me—foreign, broken, overwhelming.

I dropped my gaze, sifting through comments and flashes of the past.

I’d transmigrated. Ten years into the future.

I was the villainess in this reverse harem romance novel.

Back then, I was their first love,the untouchable girl every wealthy heir longed for.

Now? My family was bankrupt. My parents, gone.

Because I envied the female lead, I’d targeted her relentlessly. So they made me pay.

I’m dying. Sick. Broke. The surgery, the aftercare, the anti-rejection drugs—all far beyond my reach.

But I don’t want to die.

I stared at the floor. Only my little white dress clung to me.

Without pausing, I gripped the hem. Lifted it. Tore it off.