After 99 Humiliations, My Brothers Destroyed Me—Now They'll Never Find Me

At the wedding, Adrian Gilbert had just slipped a hundred-billion-dollar diamond ring onto my finger—then turned around and started auctioning our intimate photos.

He shoved me aside where I stood frozen and pulled his childhood sweetheart up onto the stage.

"Vanessa, use these to practice. That way you won't be nervous at the international auction house."

The guests roared with laughter.

"Vanessa Gill suddenly wants to play auctioneer, and Mr. Gilbert's putting on quite the show."

"He really is something—selling photos of his own wife."

My face went cold. I turned to leave.

But the three younger brothers I'd raised with my own hands blocked my path.

Ethan, the eldest, was stern and cold. "You're just leaving? Where does that leave Vanessa's dignity?"

Marcus, the second, clamped down on my wrist. "It's just some photos. Even your fiancé doesn't mind. Why are you overreacting?"

The youngest flashed a goofy grin. "Vanessa's just having fun, and you got famous too. Win-win, right?"

The three of them tugged and pulled until I was standing directly under the main screen.

Forced to witness the live spectacle they'd personally staged for Vanessa Gill.

The System, silent for ten years, came online.

[Host humiliation count has reached 99. Mission complete.]

[Do you wish to leave this world?]

I nodded without hesitation.

But when I really left—why did the four men who'd treated me like Vanessa's toy go mad?

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[World departure countdown: 180 minutes.]

The cold mechanical voice echoed in my head.

My gaze drifted from Adrian and Vanessa to the three brothers before me.

I looked at Ethan Sullivan. The eldest. The one I'd raised with my own hands.

"Ethan. Do you remember how many times you've thrown me under the bus for Vanessa Gill?"

My voice was soft, but it reached him clearly.

A flicker of confusion crossed his face—like something surfaced—but indifference swallowed it just as fast.

Right. Five years. Countless incidents.

How could he remember?

But I remembered.

The first time, Adrian switched my juice for liquor to make Vanessa laugh.

I was allergic. Hives covered my body. I was rushed to the hospital, barely breathing.

Back then, Ethan wasn't the Mr. Sullivan who commanded a business empire. He'd stormed into the Gilbert estate and beaten Adrian bloody—nearly got hauled off to the precinct by the Gilbert family.

Just like when we were at our poorest, when we couldn't afford a single meal, he'd still shove the only bun he'd begged for into my hands.

"Serena, I want to give you the best."

But from the day he met Vanessa Gill, everything changed.

"It's nothing. I don't remember."

His voice was clipped. Impatient.

"Vanessa's just messing with you. She never really hurt you."

"Adrian's already yours. What more do you want?"

Right. Just messing around.

The allergic reaction that nearly killed me.

The contract I'd spent months securing—ruined.

Being abandoned deep in the mountains, almost torn apart by wolves.

And now—countless leering gazes below, practically stripping through my wedding dress.

Vanessa Gill's idea of "harmless fun."

I didn't argue. I just asked Ethan one more time.

"So you really don't remember?"

I'd told him. Once Vanessa humiliated me ninety-nine times, I would leave.

"Serena Sullivan!" He lost all patience. "Drop the victim act! Today is Vanessa's big day—don't you dare make things difficult for her!"