Regret Me Not The Billionaire's Deadly Obsession

Julian Vance didn’t care for innocent girls; he preferred experienced, mature women. Every plaything he kept around had to be groomed by me personally. They weren’t allowed into his bed until they were molded into the perfect, sophisticated standard. The women who came out of Julian’s bedroom were always smug, putting on queenly airs in front of me. "I heard Mr. Vance hasn't touched you in five years. But last night, he took me eight times!" I would listen to these women brag about Julian’s overnight prowess without a single blink. Then, I’d simply call out to the door, "Next." For five years, I had cried and thrown tantrums for Julian. But all I ever got in return was his cold reply: "Once I've had enough fun, I’ll naturally settle down with you." After that, I stopped making scenes. I behaved myself and played the perfect Mrs. Vance. On another late night, Julian handed me an unlimited black card. He told me, "Audrey, starting tomorrow, you don't need to groom any more girls for me. Naomi is divorced." My heart didn't flutter at all. I just took the card and kept it safely. Julian had no idea that in exactly seven days, my transmigration mission would be declared a failure. By then, I would be sent back to my original world, and we would never see each other again. After sending the last batch of women into Julian’s room, I exhaustedfully summoned the System in my mind. "System, is there only seven days left before I leave this world?" The System’s cold, mechanical voice echoed in my head. [Yes, Host. According to Article 285 of the Guide, if the favorability of the target remains at zero after five years, the host will be automatically repatriated to their original world.] "System, a host who spends five years on a target and still has a 0% favorability rating... I bet you can't find another loser like me in the entire database, right?" The familiar mechanical voice didn't reply. Instead, Julian’s deep, husky voice came from behind me. "Audrey, who are you talking to?" I shook my head and made up a quick excuse. "Nothing. Just hearing things." Julian didn't care. He put on his shirt while casually reviewing the service. "The girl you groomed this time—her expressions, her posture—everything felt off." "Audrey, your standards are slipping. Have you not been sleeping well?" I smiled bitterly to myself. His ultimate goddess, the woman who had married someone else and was the sole reason why he only loved mature women, was coming back to the country. How could he possibly care about these cheap duplicates anymore? Julian finished buttoning his shirt and laid out several photos of puppies in front of me. These were all the breeds I had dreamed of owning. I hadn't expected Julian to still remember. Just as a tiny wave of warmth touched my heart, Julian’s next words dragged me straight into hell. "Naomi loves puppies. Help me choose which one looks the best." I froze for a second, then slowly pointed to my favorite Maltese. "This one. Girls usually love this type." Julian quickly caught the subtle affection in my voice, and a genuine smile broke across his face. "Audrey, thank you for helping me. Let me take you out to dinner as a reward." I was stunned. For five years, Julian had never been willing to eat out with me. He always used the excuse that it would look bad for his public image. But this time, he agreed so easily. At the high-end steakhouse, Julian patiently arranged my plate and cut my steak. He was flawlessly attentive. Noticing my dazed look, Julian explained with a smile: "Naomi loves Western fine dining. I’m just worried I’ll embarrass myself when I take her out, so I wanted to practice beforehand." "Quick, taste it. How did I cut it? Does it affect the flavor?" I picked up a piece of steak and put it in my mouth. Even the most perfect texture tasted like cardboard to me. On the night before our wedding five years ago, Julian told me he had a first love who had married someone else. After our marriage, he sent batches of women to my room for me to groom, claiming he only felt safe when I was the one training them. Back then, I had screamed and fought, only to get a cold line from Julian: "Audrey, be good. Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll settle down." After five bitter years of waiting, all I got was his first love returning. Thinking about everything I had sacrificed for Julian over the years, my stomach churned violently. In the end, that piece of beef didn't make it down my throat. Seeing this, Julian handed me a tumbler to help me soothe my stomach. After a while, my face recovered, but I froze again when I saw the tumbler. It was a limited-edition designer tumbler that I had queued up for a whole night abroad but failed to get. "Nice, right? Naomi is obsessed with this brand. I had to pull a lot of strings to get it." "Well, since you've drunk from it, she definitely won't want it anymore. You can keep it. I’ll buy her another one later." My hand holding the tumbler couldn't stop shaking. I vaguely remembered what Julian had said when he saw me waiting in line at midnight back then: "Queuing up all night for a stupid cup. You are truly an idiot." But now, he had pulled strings just to buy one for Naomi Cox. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by blinding lights and loud noises. I opened my eyes and saw Julian moving all of our shared belongings out of the room. Noticing my gaze, Julian explained, "Naomi will definitely sleep in the master bedroom when she gets back. She’ll be unhappy if she sees your things." "Her plane lands in three hours. I need to clean up the house quickly." I smiled. "Then let me help you move."An hour later, the bedroom that held five years of memories between Julian and me was completely empty. Julian began rearranging the furniture he had personally selected. He said these were all to Naomi’s taste. Julian actually had severe OCD. Once, just because I had turned his toothbrush the wrong way, he gave me the silent treatment for three days and nights. Yet now, he was changing all his living habits just to make Naomi happy. I carried the few, pathetic memories of Julian outside, planning to burn them all. Just as I sparked the fire, I ran into Julian, who was hurriedly walking out while on a phone call. His expression was incredibly gentle. He gestured a "shh" to me and rushed past. I felt a pang of disbelief. I remembered when I was in a major car accident and called Julian ten times, only for him to hang up every single time because "he hated answering the phone while walking." Now, he broke his rules again and again for Naomi. The smoke from the fire was too thick, making my eyes sting and water. I called out to the System. "System, how much time is left before I leave? I think... I really miss home." [Host, there are six days, one hour, and four minutes left. Please be prepared.] After a long silence, the System suddenly answered the question I had asked two days ago. [Host, according to our database, you are indeed the only host who has achieved 0% favorability after five years of effort.] I smiled bitterly. "Then I really am a useless host." Suddenly, my phone vibrated with a loud notification. It was an Instagram update from Julian. The picture showed two people kissing at the highest point of the London Eye. The matching rings on their fingers were exceptionally eye-catching. The caption was simple: [Us.] There was a legend that if you kissed at the highest point of the Ferris wheel, you would stay together forever. For five years, my anniversary wish every single year was to ride the Ferris wheel and kiss Julian at the top. He always excused himself, saying he was too busy with work. But now, he was kissing Naomi there. At midnight, the memories between Julian and me were completely turned to ashes. Along with the vibration of my phone, the night sky was suddenly illuminated by countless fireworks. The fireworks spelled out: Naomi, I love you. I looked down at my phone and suddenly realized today was our fifth wedding anniversary. Right then, Julian sent me a message: [Happy Anniversary!] I stared at those words in disbelief, reading them over and over. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting. My heart fluttered with a pathetic hope. But in the next second, the message was quickly retracted. [Oh, sorry Audrey! Julian meant to send that to me. Today is our first official day of being back together.] [It’s because our profile pictures are too similar, Julian got confused. I’ll change mine right away!] Naomi’s profile picture didn't change, but I received another text from Julian. [Audrey, you've always been obedient. Change your profile picture.] My profile picture was a photo of the cat Julian and I had raised together. Ever since the cat died, I had never changed it. After a moment of hesitation, I changed it anyway. As soon as I did, Julian replied: [I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.] [So, Naomi wants to experience the grooming methods you used on those girls over the years. You won't refuse, right?]The moment Julian’s text popped up, a black SUV pulled up right in front of the villa. A line of bodyguards stood there, gesturing "Please" to me. Ten minutes later, I was taken to the luxury hotel where Julian and Naomi were staying. As soon as I entered the room, Naomi grabbed my arm like we were old friends. "Audrey, you are a hundred times prettier than your pictures." Though her mouth was filled with compliments, her long, sharp nails dug deep into my flesh. Julian stood aside, also grabbing my arm as he spoke: "Since Naomi wants to experience it, just satisfy her." "I only have one requirement: do not hurt her." With that, Julian shot me a warning, cold, and sharp look. Before leaving, he planted a sweet kiss on Naomi’s forehead, his voice dripping with tenderness. "Naomi, I’ll be right outside. Just call me if anything happens." The moment Julian walked out, Naomi dropped her friendly act and shoved my hand away in disgust. "Audrey Miller, let’s see how you groomed Julian’s playthings all these years." I quietly followed the exact steps I had used on those girls to teach Naomi. Truth be told, "grooming" was just a nice way of saying I molded those girls into copies of Naomi. I calmly taught Naomi how to please Julian in bed. Halfway through, Naomi suddenly grabbed both of my hands and forced an object into them. I looked down. It was a dagger. She forced my hand down and slashed a deep, bloody gash across her own thigh. "Audrey Miller, let’s see how much I actually weigh in Julian’s heart." Before I could react, Naomi let out a blood-curdling shriek. "Ahhh!" In the next second, the hotel door was kicked open, crashing to the floor. Julian’s eyes were bloodshot as he saw the scene. He kicked me squarely in the chest, sending me flying ten feet away. 他 frantically held Naomi, his face pale as sheet. "Call a doctor! Now! If anything happens to Naomi, I’ll make you pay with your life!" I tried to push myself up, but a mouthful of blood sprayed from my lips. Just as I wanted to explain, Julian picked up the dagger and drove it deep into my thigh. In the next second, he twisted the blade in my flesh until I could no longer scream. Julian looked at me as if I were a piece of trash. "Audrey Miller, if Naomi has even a single scratch, I will make you pay a thousand times over!" With that, Julian’s bodyguards threw me into the trunk of the car. Meanwhile, Julian cradled Naomi in his arms, whispering gently, "Naomi, don't be afraid. Even if I have to mobilize every resource in the city, I will save you!" Naomi’s medical report came out. The report claimed she had suffered severe internal lacerations. I looked at the doctor in disbelief. "How is that possible? I didn't even touch her! How could she have severe lacerations?" The doctor gave me a cold, mocking look. "I wouldn't know about that. Who knows what people do behind closed doors?" In the next second, a powerful slap landed squarely on my face. "Audrey Miller! I told you, whatever Naomi suffers, I will make you pay back a hundredfold!" Naomi lay weakly on the hospital bed, holding Julian’s hand. "Julian, don't. She’s been with you for five years, after all." With just one sentence from Naomi, Julian’s harsh expression melted instantly. He gently pressed her hand against his cheek and asked, "Then how do you want to handle her, Naomi?" "Why don't we let your professional trainers groom her instead? An eye for an eye."Hearing Naomi’s mocking tone, I knew very well this wouldn't be simple "grooming." I desperately begged Julian. "Julian, please don't throw me to those people. I’m leaving soon anyway. I won't get in your and Naomi’s way." Julian’s harsh stance softened for a fraction of a second, but he was immediately interrupted by Naomi’s cry of pain. She wept like a tragic heroine. "Julian, do you think because I was married before, my pain doesn't matter?" "If you feel that way, just let me go. I’m already dirty anyway!" Julian completely panicked. "Naomi, how could you say that? No matter what, you are the only woman I’ve ever loved!" He turned a freezing gaze to the bodyguards. "Do exactly as Naomi said! Now!" No matter how loudly I begged, Julian never looked back at me. I was thrown into a dark, filthy hospital utility closet by the bodyguards. Shortly after, a few dirty, brutal vagrants crawled out from the shadows and surrounded me. This wasn't "grooming" at all. This was Naomi’s brutal revenge. I screamed and fought with everything I had. But a single woman’s strength was nothing against four grown men. At the final moment, the System extracted my soul, blocking all of my physical senses. Floating in the air, I watched my own body being brutally defiled and trampled. In the end, I was tossed aside like a broken doll. I didn't know how much time had passed. When the four men finally left, my soul drifted back into my broken shell. Incredible pain instantly flooded my brain, making it impossible to even whisper. I forced myself to crawl toward the door to call a nurse, but Julian ran into me first. Seeing my completely ruined, blood-soaked state, Julian’s eyes flickered with a hint of shock. "You... how did you end up like this?" I let out a weak laugh. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Hearing my words, the shock in Julian’s eyes vanished, replaced by cold indifference. He brutally grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the hospital. "Naomi said she lost her ring on the highway. As an apology, you are going to find it for her!" On the highway? But I had clearly seen Naomi wearing that ring when she entered the hospital. I struggled with all my might to break free from his grip. "I won't go! The ring isn't even on the road, how can I find it?!" Ignoring my protests, Julian was determined to make me pay. He threw me onto the busy highway, forcing me to search the asphalt over and over. Behind me, a group of bodyguards watched my every move like hawks. I searched for days and nights until my body was completely hollowed out. With my very last breath, I summoned the System. "System, is it finally time to leave this world?" The cold, mechanical voice sounded in my head. [Host, the departure time has been reached. Countdown beginning: 10, 9, 8...] As the countdown hit zero, a massive truck sped toward me. I felt myself floating in the air like a withered leaf, then crashed violently back onto the hard asphalt. Through my fading consciousness, I heard the panicked voices of the bodyguards calling Julian. "Mr. Vance, it's bad. The woman... she’s dead..."