I'm Done Being This Tragic Female Lead

: The Plan

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My plan was very simple.

Piss off Henrik Drakon and have him kill me.

It was logical and would be carried out by the male lead himself.

Absolutely perfect.

I felt like my 300 million dollars were already waving at me.

That day, in a rare turn of events, Henrik Drakon didn't go to work.

He was practically living in the bathroom, unable to leave, and even managed to clog the toilet.

When he finally emerged, his legs were trembling, and his complexion was even worse than usual.

He gave me a quick once-over before looking away.

"I doubt you'd dare."

'Who says I wouldn't! I totally would!'

It was probably because I had been so docile all these years that Henrik Drakon was under the mistaken impression I was hopelessly in love with him.

Now that I was rebelling, his suspicion didn't fall on me at all.

By the afternoon, Henrik Drakon was looking much better. He was preening in front of the full-length mirror; you didn't need to be a genius to know he was going to see Cecilia Linton.

"You're coming with me to the hospital later. You're getting tested as a kidney donor again. Ceci needs your kidney."

"Okay, I'm willing to give her both of them!"

'I'd even be fine with kicking the bucket right there on the operating table.'

Henrik Drakon frowned at me, looking like he wanted to say something but holding back. After a long moment, he finally looked away.

"Is there anything you've wanted recently? I can get it for you, within reason."

"No, no, that's not necessary!"

'I just want to hurry back and spend my 300 million dollars.'

I followed Henrik Drakon to the hospital. Before we even got to the inpatient wing, I was whisked away for tests.

This was because Cecilia Linton had once said she didn't want to see my face.

Of course, I knew why. I had once slapped her across the face with a mop I'd dipped in toilet water.

That was right after I transmigrated. I was still reeling from the loss of 300 million dollars and couldn't pull myself together.

I didn't even have the mental energy to deal with my mission.

But the main storyline had already begun. Back then, we were still in college.

It all started when the original owner of this body performed on the piano at a school celebration, and the male lead, Henrik Drakon, happened to give her a couple of interested glances.

This pissed off Cecilia Linton, who then started bullying the original owner.

When I transmigrated, I arrived right in the middle of one of her bullying sessions.

Cecilia Linton and a few other girls dragged me into the bathroom.

They slapped me across the face and threatened me to stay away from Henrik Drakon.

Unlike the original owner, who would just take the abuse, I'm not one to back down.

After they backed me into a corner, I picked up a nearby mop, jabbed it into a toilet bowl, and then held it up in front of me.

As the saying goes: a mop dipped in shit makes you Lu Bu reborn.

In an instant, the tables were turned.

With one "seasoned" mop, I managed to drive off all five girls.

And for good measure, I smacked Cecilia Linton with it a couple of times.

Only afterward did the System inform me that she was Henrik Drakon's white moonlight.

As a result, my favorability rating with Henrik Drakon plummeted into the negatives. My 'capture' mission had failed, so I had no choice but to obediently follow the original novel's plot and wait for the male lead to kill me.

The tests all went smoothly. I was humming a tune, eager to get home as soon as possible, when I walked toward the inpatient wing and saw a police car parked downstairs.

That bad feeling washed over me again.

And sure enough, a crowd of police officers was gathered at the door to Cecilia Linton's hospital room.

She was hiding behind Henrik Drakon, looking timidly at the crowd.

Just then, the young nurse stepped forward.

"Officer, I'm the one who called you. I just overheard them planning to force someone into an organ donation. They even mentioned a price—it's a textbook case of organ trafficking."

As she spoke, the young nurse took out her phone and played a recording.

"Henrik, thank you for coming to see me... for being with me in the final moments of my life."

"Don't be silly. You're going to be fine. I've already sent Lana Shaw for donor testing. As long as she's a match, we'll get you that new kidney right away."

"Thank you, Henrik. You're so good to me. But what if Lana Shaw doesn't agree? She already dislikes me."

"How could she not? Her family owes me 30 million dollars. Isn't that enough to buy one of her kidneys?"