A Countdown on Camera

In my seventh year of trying to win the favor of mafia Don Ethan Larsen, the system declared my mission a failure. I was set to be erased in one month.

I did not cry or make a scene. I accepted the death countdown with calm detachment and started a livestream called "My Last Wishes Before I Die."

The first thing I did was throw the multimillion-dollar wedding ring into the drain, right in front of Ethan and his first love, just to hear it clatter out of sight.

Ethan's expression hardened.

"Nina, what kind of trick are you trying to pull this time? You begged me in order to wear that ring and stood there for three days."

I smiled, lifted my middle finger, and replied, "Pfft… As if you deserve it."

The chat in the livestream went wild in an instant.

[Whoa! Is the host serious? That's a million-dollar diamond ring!]

[She's so awesome for tossing it! It's about time!]

[Is this just for show? Who'd actually throw away a ring that pricey?]

"Nina, have you gone crazy?" Ethan Larsen scowled as he spoke.

"Go get that ring back now, clean it, and put it on. Then we can act like this never happened."

Before this, I would have been scared and quickly moved to fetch it.

Even if I ended up all dirty, his happy nod would make my day.

However, this time, it just made me laugh.

I did not tell the livestream who he was. I just crossed my arms and looked at him with my head tilted.

"Ethan, are you the one who's lost it? If you want the ring, go get it yourself."

Ethan was shocked.

He had not seen my response coming.

For seven years, I had been like a quiet servant around him.

I never fought back or talked back.

Seeing that, Winter Johnson stepped up in front of Ethan, her eyes teary.

"Sis, don't talk to Don that way.”

"Don made that ring just for you. It's supposed to show how much he cares.”

"If you're mad, be mad at me, not at his gift."

She reached out to grab my hand, but I stepped back with a grimace. "Don't touch me, it feels gross."

Winter's hand hung in the air, and she started crying. "Don, sister, she..."

Ethan hugged Winter and pointed at me, yelling. "Nina! Apologize to Winter!”

"Why do you think you can call her gross? You, who'd do anything for money, are nothing!"

I watched him stand up for Winter, and I could not help but smile a little.

He was the guy I had spent seven years trying to impress.

For him, I had lost friends, given up my pride, my sense of self, and any chance of living a normal life.

However, to him, I was just someone who would do anything for money.

The countdown in my head was ticking away.

Only 29 days and 23 hours to go.

I took a deep