He wrote fake bullet comments to steal my marriage
The day I received the marriage contract, strange floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes:
【Female lead, you absolutely cannot marry him! Jaxon is not only infertile, but he's also a violent maniac!】
【If you marry him, you'll be tortured to death. Run away!】
【Julius is the one who truly loves you—elope with him!】
Julius Johnston grabbed my hand and gazed at me with deep affection.
"Diana, let's leave together. This marriage is too dangerous. Why don't we have your family's maid Paige Evans marry in your place? She grew up with you and knows all your mannerisms—no one will notice the difference."
In my previous life, I was deceived by the affection in his eyes and those floating comments, choosing to elope with him.
But the final result was watching Paige take my identity, bear Jaxon a son, and inherit billions in family wealth.
In the end, Julius held Paige close while tying boulders to my body and kicking me into the ocean.
Julius said smugly, "From now on, she's Diana. You fool will stay at the bottom of the sea forever."
I watched helplessly as sharks tore at my flesh bit by bit, the excruciating pain lasting until only white bones remained on the ocean floor.
After my rebirth, I finally understood—those floating comments were all fake, carefully orchestrated traps set by Julius.
Facing Julius's request to elope again, I sneered coldly, ignoring the floating comments before my eyes: "I'm not someone to be bullied. I'm definitely going through with this marriage."
On the wedding day, I put on the diamond wedding dress Jaxon had sent, arranged my veil, and waited quietly for him to come get me.
Unexpectedly, Julius arrived first.
He grabbed my hand and yanked off my veil: "Diana, let's elope, okay? This is the last chance. I really can't bear to watch you jump into a pit of fire! Jaxon is just an infertile pervert—only I truly love you!"
I snatched back my veil and said coldly, "Leave. There's only one person I'm marrying, and that's Jaxon."
The floating comments went crazy again:
【Female lead, wake up! Marrying him means being tortured by a pervert!】
【Don't be stupid, female lead! Missing such a good man like Julius will make you regret it forever!】
Looking at these familiar phrases, I found them utterly ridiculous.
Julius's voice trembled with a sob that could fool anyone: "Diana, snap out of it! What era are we in, and he's still doing traditional weddings? This just proves he has psychological problems. You'll definitely be tortured if you marry him. I'm doing this all for your own good."
I found it laughable—he could twist an ordinary wedding into evidence of Jaxon's psychological problems.
In my previous life, he used these same tactics to constantly poison my mind against Jaxon.
Yet I believed his every word and chose to elope with him before the wedding. How foolish I was.
Seeing my silence, the floating comments attacked again:
【Julius is doing this for the female lead's good, but she doesn't appreciate it. So infuriating!】
【Sigh, such a good man, but the female lead doesn't know quality when she sees it.】
Those words clung to my vision like barnacles on the ocean floor, dense and painful.
My voice turned ice-cold: "I don't need you doing things for my good, and I won't allow you to slander my fiancé!"
Time was running short. I stood up and said, "Please leave immediately, or I won't hesitate to have security escort you out."
Through my veil, I saw Julius clench his fists instantly, but he could only turn around helplessly.
He said through gritted teeth, "Diana, I never expected you to be so heartless, betraying my sincere feelings for you!"
With that, he stormed out. Through the crack in the door, I saw Paige cowering in the shadows, wearing the pearl necklace I had lost around her neck.
The sound of Jaxon's wedding procession engines came from outside. A cold smile curved my lips.
As long as I successfully complete this marriage today, let's see what trouble you can stir up.
Ninety-nine Rolls-Royce Phantoms lined up neatly downstairs. Jaxon stepped out from the driver's seat, his custom black suit accentuating his tall, upright figure.
The rear door opened, and surprisingly, a sweet-looking young woman emerged, following closely behind Jaxon. The two appeared quite intimate.
I froze in place. In my previous life, Jaxon had been a devoted, faithful husband who cherished his wife.
But who was this woman clinging to him?
The bullet comments appeared before my eyes again.
【Jaxon is so outrageous, bringing his mistress even to his wedding. Is this supposed to intimidate the female lead?】
【I heard Jaxon has over a dozen mistresses like this at home. What a pervert.】
【The female lead should escape before he comes upstairs. She should call Julius quickly—this is her last chance.】
Watching the constantly scrolling comments, all convinced this woman was a kept mistress, I actually calmed down.
I observed carefully through the window and noticed that although she stayed close to Jaxon, she maintained a certain distance.
The haute couture embroidered gown she wore had hand-sewn pearls on the hem—clearly the one-of-a-kind piece that Chanel had auctioned for an astronomical price last Christmas.
Such refinement and nobility—how could it possibly belong to a kept mistress?
Understanding dawned on me, and I calmly sat back on the bed.
Steady footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs, stopping abruptly at my door. Jaxon turned the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.
His voice penetrated the door, cold and distant. "Ms. Easterlin, if you don't want to marry me because of the rumors, just say so. What's the meaning of this?"
I hurried to open the door, but the moment my fingertips touched the cold lock, I felt something foreign stuck in the keyhole. I suddenly remembered Julius's smug smile before leaving—it must have been his doing.
Now Jaxon would definitely think I was deliberately humiliating him. Cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.
In my previous life, though Jaxon was protective of his family, he showed no mercy to those who deceived him.
Sure enough, his voice outside suddenly turned menacing. "You're the first person to shut me out."
The bullet comments began flooding my vision again.
【The female lead is doomed now. She's offended the psycho—she's in for torture.】
【Sigh, she could still leave now, but she won't listen to advice.】
Watching the gloating comments, I took a deep breath.
A mere door thinks it can trap me? I'm someone who's died once!
I gripped my dress hem, stepped back three paces, then charged forward and kicked the door open with all my might.
"CRASH!" The door thundered to the ground, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone at the entrance.
Momentum carried me forward uncontrollably toward Jaxon, but his warm palms caught me steadily.
I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. In his pupils, an emotion like starlight flickered and vanished.
My ears burned red with embarrassment. I hastily pulled down my veil and said, "Mr. Fowler, you're overthinking this. The door was just broken. Being able to marry you is my good fortune."
His low chuckle suddenly resonated in my ear, carrying an alluring undertone. "You're quite different from the rumors."
I pursed my lips, thinking to myself: You're quite different from the rumors too.
The girl beside me suddenly burst into applause, breaking the delicate atmosphere.
She linked her arm intimately with mine and said, "You're quite impressive! Making such a memorable first impression with spaghetti! I'm Caroline Fowler. I approve of you."
So she was Jaxon's sister. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Before I could speak, Jaxon had already stridden over with his long legs, raising his hand to lightly tap Caroline's head: "Mind your manners."
When he turned to me, his expression became serious as he pulled out a brocade box from his jacket: "Grandfather instructed that we exchange bracelets before the wedding ceremony to fulfill one of his wishes."
I instinctively reached for my wrist, only to touch cold, empty air.
My heart skipped a beat—I had clearly been wearing it on my wrist this morning. When did it disappear?
In my panic, I looked up and met Jaxon's suddenly cold gaze.
He stepped closer, his fingertips lifting my chin as his voice turned dangerously low: "Ms. Easterlin has always been timid and shy, yet now she's showing her claws. I'm curious—has your personality changed, or have you been replaced?"
I kept backing away, my throat tightening, not knowing how to explain.
I was someone who had died once—of course I would change.
If I didn't become brave, how could I reclaim the life that rightfully belonged to me?
But rebirth was such an absurd and bizarre thing—who would believe it?
Just as I found myself cornered, the floating comments appeared before my eyes again.
【Female lead, just admit you're fake already. Maybe you can still save your life.】
【Female lead, why aren't you running? Waiting to be tortured by this psycho?】
I gripped my skirt tightly and shook my head, taking a deep breath: "I am Diana, and I can prove it!"
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. "How will you prove it?"
My mind raced. Jaxon and I had never met before, so naturally he wouldn't recognize me.
But his grandfather Emmett Fowler had seen me. According to my parents, he had even held me the day I was born!
I said, "Mr. Fowler, when I was born, your grandfather praised the red birthmark on my chest, saying it was beautiful—like a blooming rose."
I paused, swallowing the nervousness in my throat: "If I show you the birthmark on my chest, that should prove I'm Diana, right?"
I sighed with relief, never imagining that one day I'd have to prove to someone that I was myself.
Jaxon narrowed his eyes, his lips curving: "I did hear him mention that."
He released my chin, his slender fingers casually adjusting his cuffs: "However, undressing in front of everyone—Ms. Easterlin, your frankness truly opens my eyes."
My cheeks instantly flushed red: "That's not what I meant!"
Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, Julius's voice came from behind me: "Mr. Fowler, there's no need to look. This is the real Ms. Easterlin—the bracelet is proof."
Julius placed his fingertips on Paige's shoulder, pushing her forward, and there on her wrist was unmistakably the bracelet.
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