Mean Heiress, His Obsession

God gave me a beautiful face and a wealthy life.

At the same time, He gave me the personality of a hopeless pushover and a simp.

In my previous life, I fawned over Gabert Yates, putting him first in everything. In the end, Gabert, my obsessive childhood friend, imprisoned me in a pitch-dark basement, kept me as his captive, and tortured me to death.

When I got a second chance, a few lines of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.

[Chelsea Ziegler, remember this at all times! Simps end up with nothing!]

[Your childhood friend is a total masochist. Crybaby, don’t be scared. Scold him!]

[He’ll even give you his life if you insult him hard enough!]

I wiped away my tears as I tilted my head up and spoke to him in a soft, trembling voice, “Y-you’re just a shameful illegitimate child… a bastard!”

More comments popped up: [Yes, that’s more like it, but not harsh enough. Slap him!]

I stood on my tiptoes, stumbling a little as I tried to reach up and slap his face.

The “smack” was not loud, but it was crisp.

Gabert’s dark, unhinged gaze suddenly deepened.

Things seemed to be getting interesting…

Gabert Yates, the third son of the Yates family, became the general manager of his family's company at a young age. He was a rising star in the business world, basking in endless glory.

However, one day, a business rival exposed the truth. He was not his father's biological son but the illegitimate child of his mother and her childhood sweetheart. As a result, he was whipped 30 times by Mr. Yates Sr., then cast out of the family. Eventually, he became a stray with nowhere to go.

I was the girl next door and his childhood friend, always trailing behind him with tears shimmering in my eyes since we were kids. I was someone he had long been annoyed with.

I should have been the one to comfort him at his lowest point. I was supposed to be his savior.

However, the floating comments before my eyes would not allow that to happen.

[Stop crying. Crying won’t solve your childhood friend’s problems. You’re just being a jinx.]

My hands trembled as I held the medicine. “But Gabert is badly injured. It must hurt a lot…”

Gabert had delicate, handsome features. However, his eyes looked sharp and cautious, making him unapproachable.

Even on his knees, his back remained perfectly straight. His bare back was exposed. His muscles were sharply defined, but they were streaked with bloodstained wounds that looked terrifying.

A comment drifted by: [Crybaby, your childhood friend has a great body!]

Was that really the point?

I hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward. As I moved, some of the hot water accidentally spilled, burning my hand and causing blisters. It was a terrible start, and I almost started crying again.

I walked up to him. “Gabert… Does it hurt?”

[Crybaby, be fiercer. Acting all teary will