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507words2026-01-26 09:11

I Entered a Marriage Game to Aid My Friend - She Picked the Gentle Artist, While I Ended Up with the Enigmatic CEO. This Time, We Switched Roles, and I'm Finally Free.
At my best friend’s insistence,I joined her in a virtual reality game where we were supposed to "win over" two brothers in a marriage - themed plot.She picked the gentle artist brother;I got the dark,obsessive CEO brother.
Three years later,I found myself as the CEO's wife of the Grant Corporation, clad in designer outfits worth a fortune, surrounded by luxury cars and opulent mansions.

She,meanwhile,scraped by with the brother who gave up his fortune and lost his leg.
She begged me to divorce with her.When I refused,she pulled me off a rooftop.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself back at the crucial decision - making point. This time, she eagerly went for the CEO brother.
Perfect.Now I could finally live my life.
At the Grant family gala,Chloe,dressed in simple attair,pushed the wheelchair-bound Julian into the room.I,glittering in jewels,sat beside Damien,the CEO brother.
Chloe’s inscrutable gaze fixed on me. “Long time no see,Sophia.Can we catch up?”

We went to the mansion’s rooftop.
Her piercing eyes met mine.“Sophia,we’ve been friends for ages.Why haven’t you visited me or even called me in all these years?”
“It’s not like that.I wanted to,but I couldn’t—”
Before I could explain,she grabbed my hand,pleading,“Sophia,I want a divorce.Leave with me,please.The game system says if we both divorce,I can exit this world.I can’t keep taking care of that disabled person.”

With a glimmer of hope, I asked,“If you leave,can I go too?”
She stammered,“You’d need to wait for the next player…”
I refused.“You dragged me into this ridiculous game, and now you want to abandon me?”
Her face twisted.She seized my hand,yanking me backward.“Sophia,if that’s how it is,die with me.”
A searing pain shot through me, and my consciousness began to fade.
When I opened my eyes,I was back at the start of the game.
Chloe,standing beside me, declared to the system, "I choose the younger brother."She winked at Damien’s cold face.
“Sophia, it's your turn to choose.”
Under her expectant stare,I smiled.“I’ll take the older brother.”
Julian,not yet injured,stood tall,nodding politely.
“Choices are final,”the system intoned in a solemn tone..
That day,a butler escorted us to city hall for marriage licenses.In the Grant mansion,Mrs.Eleanor Grant,the matriarch,lectured us:
“You’re now Grant wives.Without our ancestral betrothal agreement,your backgrounds wouldn’t qualify you to clean our floors.Behave yourselves.”
She narrowed her eyes at Chloe. "Especially you. Being the CEO's wife is no walk in the park.”
Chloe beamed.“No problem,Mother-in-law.”
After the lecture,I headed to Julian’s apartment.Chloe stayed at the mansion.
Eager to get rid of me, she practically shooed me out.I warned her,“Mrs.Grant seems tough.Be careful.”
She waved me off impatiently.“Got it,got it.Go already.”
I took a final glance at the mansion—opulent,gated,imposing.
The driver took me to Julian’s apartment.Inside,the minimalist decor felt warm.Sunlight streamed through windows,bathing me in light.
“Ms.Clarke,Mr.Julian’s busy with art workshops and may not return soon.He says to make yourself at home.”