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As the world's top hand model, my delicate hands were captivating on camera, graceful as a swan in flight.
A wealthy heir fell in love with me because of my hands, marrying me into high society and treating me like a precious gem.
But Vivienne, his childhood sweetheart who had always held a torch for him, became insanely jealous. She went as far as cutting off my hands and transplanting her own in their place.
From that moment on, not only did she become the most sought-after hand model, but she also caused Dane to despise my now rough hands and cast me aside, intending to marry her instead.
However, at the next World Hand Modeling Competition, when my newly refined and even more elegant hands made their appearance, Vivienne, who was acting as a judge, was left dumbfounded.
The once arrogant wealthy heir, desperate for me to grant him even a slap across the face, willingly knelt before the entire world...

Wife's perfect hands

The moment I lay on the bed sheets, I saw his pupils dilate instantly, even convulsing.


He was as jubilant as a fish long dried out finally returning to water.


But after just a few minutes, he collapsed on the bed with a smile frozen on his face, never to wake again.


Thus, the world-renowned wealthy heir died suddenly in his own bed, leaving his newly remarried widow to inherit the billion-dollar estate in tears.


Looking at his motionless, rigid body, my face finally returned to its previous cold demeanor.


"Soren said this is a biological intoxication syndrome. You have no resistance to certain biological forms. If stimulated enough at once, the surge of adrenaline not only won't save you, but will take your life.


Letting you die in the heights of pleasure is the last dignity I can give you, considering our time as husband and wife."


Chapter 9