The Moon Shines on My Return

I was the girl Ian Sutherland, the underworld boss himself, personally picked to be a shield for his beloved.

By the third year of our marriage, I'd been kidnapped by his enemies for the eighth time. When Ian came with his men to rescue me, the negotiation hadn't even lasted five minutes before the girl called him.

"Ian, I lost a dare and have to kiss one of the guys here. But I want my first kiss to be yours. Can you come get me?"

…

The moment Ian left without a second thought, a knife plunged into my abdomen, and blood gushed out. His men handled it the same way they had the last seven times—paying off whoever they had to, then sending me to the hospital.

In the ambulance, I heard someone wondering if I'd live long enough to see the day that girl could stand on her own. They burst out laughing, while I was the only one crying.

My mission to save the underworld boss had failed, and I was about to be erased by the system.

Ian, I wouldn't live to see that day.

The Last 72 Hours

The doctor sighed beside my ear. "Ms. Tanner, your last miscarriage already damaged your uterus. And now, with this new injury here... I'm afraid you won't be able to have children again."

I stared up at the ceiling, my voice sounding like it came from far away. "Mm. That's fine."

After the doctor left, I heard the system sigh as well. "Mission failed. You are scheduled for erasure. Would you like to restart the mission—to keep trying to save him?"

I shook my head. "Erase me."

"Understood. Erasure program activated. You have 72 hours left."

…

I closed my eyes. The silence around me was almost deafening. But soon, as if driven by some strange impulse, I opened Rose Wells' livestream.

That day, she was streaming from the villa Ian Sutherland had bought for her in the mountains, painting at her easel. The girl wore a men's shirt that was two sizes too large for her, her hair in a messy bun, carefully mixing colors on her palette. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile sweet and innocent.

"The shirt? Oh, it's my boyfriend's. Mine can't be worn anymore. Last night was… a little intense." She looked shyly toward someone off-camera. "I didn't think my first kiss and first night would happen on the same day…"

A man's voice, low and tender, drifted in. "Sorry. I'll be gentler next time."

The livestream chat exploded.

'Rosie finally got her man! Please share more couple updates!'

"That might be tricky. My boyfriend's job is… a bit special. He can't show his face."

As she spoke, her sleeve brushed against some red paint. Rose gasped softly, and a man's slender fingers reached in to roll up her sleeve, revealing a cute rose-shaped ring on her finger. "It's fine, even if it's stained."

Her cheeks turned a deeper red. She giggled, then