I Took His Pampering and Left Him Behind Chapter 01

After dropping dead following forty-eight straight hours of overtime, I woke up bound to the

Spoiled-Wife System.

The system told me I had to complete spoiled-wife missions to earn points.

The bad news? I needed a hundred million points to break free from the system.

The good news? Once unbound, every point would convert directly into cash in my bank

account.

Eager to hit my goal fast, I worked up the nerve to latch onto Marcus Parker, the man in

charge of Parker Group.

Marcus kept me coddled in his multi-million-dollar mansion.

He had to tuck me in every night before I could sleep. He had to feed me every meal by hand.

He even had to dress me himself.

For the longest time, Marcus was convinced I couldn’t survive without him. Meanwhile, I held

back happy tears as my system score climb by the second.

Recently, Marcus had met a new business contact.

Selena Vane was young, stunning, and wildly successful-the definition of an independent,

self-made woman.

The first time she met me, she sneered that I was nothing more than a clinging vine, dependent on a man to survive.

Marcus said nothing to defend me. That same night, he skipped our bedtime routine.

This was the third night running he’d ignored my phone calls for Selena.

I wasn’t upset. I set my phone down and pulled up my system panel.

The progress bar was just a hundred thousand points short of the hundred-million-point mark.

My big payout was almost mine.

Staring at the long string of numbers, I settled back onto the custom luxury bed Marcus had

paid a fortune to commission, feeling light and content.

[Alert: Your husband, Marcus, has been away far longer than expected. A proper spoiled wife

must go find him at once.]

I was just about to close my eyes when the system dropped a new mission.

Tch. Time to clock in.

Marcus was at Nightlight Club. I stood outside the private booth, voices drifting out through

the door.

“Marcus ignored three of her calls in a row. He’s gonna have a hell of a time smoothing this

over later.”

“I’m not smoothing anything over. I’ve spoiled her too much lately. It’s time to let her stew.”

Marcus’s tone was casual, like he was talking about a pet he owned.

I pinched my thigh hard. Tears welled instantly in my eyes.

“Marcus! I had a bad dream without you, sniff…

I pushed the door open and threw myself straight into his arms.

The noisy room fell dead silent.

“What are you doing here?”

Marcus frowned, but his long, elegant fingers automatically fixed the buttons I’d deliberately

done up wrong.

A proper spoiled wife couldn’t be capable of basic self-care.

Tying my shoes, buttoning my clothes-these tiny, trivial tasks had become second nature for

Marcus.

“Well, look who showed up. Parker’s little ‘daughter’ came running,” Selena said, swirling the

wine in her glass, her tone sharp with mockery.

Marcus didn’t respond. He finished fixing my buttons, then lifted me off his lap and set me on

the couch beside him.

“Sit.”

Selena’s smile widened. The other guests’ eyes turned curious, hungry for drama.

Everyone in their social circle knew Marcus spoiled me rotten, like I was his most prized

treasure.

Whenever he was around, I always ended up sitting on his lap.

[Mission activated: Act coquettishly and beg for attention in front of the group.]

The system’s mechanical voice hummed inside my head.

I knitted my brows, squirming on the couch, putting on my soft, spoiled act.

“This couch is so hard, Marcus. I wanna sit on your lap.”

Marcus didn’t move. A faint edge of impatience crept into his voice.

“Keep this up and you’re going home.”

My eyes glistened, ready to spill over.

His expression darkened. He hauled me roughly to my feet.

“Party’s over.”

Outside the club, I stayed in character.

“Marcus, my feet hurt so bad. Carry me?”

I pouted and held my hands out to him, the picture of an overindulged little girl.

“Mr. Parker, we should go rock climbing sometime,” Selena tossed over her shoulder before

peeling out in her sports car.

Marcus watched her taillights vanish for a long moment. Then he opened his car door and

climbed inside.

“Walk.”

“Nooo!”

A spoiled wife got to throw petty tantrums, no matter who was watching.

“Then walk back on your own.”

It was the first time Marcus refused to give in to my fit.

I stood there, exhaust fumes drifting around me.

Every pair of eyes locked onto me then-mocking, gleeful, waiting for my downfall.

“Looks like the pet’s falling out of favor.”

“Mr. Parker’s finally seeing some sense.”

“A wild rose like Ms. Vane is the better match for him.”

I ignored all the jeers. All I cared about was the number floating in my mind.

Those two missions had netted me twenty thousand points. I was one step closer to my goal.

I didn’t care about Marcus’s affection. He was just a tool for farming points.

Marcus meant to teach me a lesson this time.

The mansion sat up in the hills, and there were no rides available this late at night.

I hiked for two hours in my heels until the backs of my feet were raw and bleeding.

It was fine. If this was the price of getting rich, I’d take it gladly.