Chapter 1

Immediately after winning the World Golf Championship, I fell to my knees in shock before my darling, frantically slapping my own face.

"I deserve to die! I shouldn't have stolen Kael's championship title."

Genevieve, still unsatisfied, twisted all my joints and used me as a human flagstick for Kael on the green.

A golf ball struck hard between my legs, and she yanked my hair, forcing me to use my mouth to carry the ball into the hole.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the competition.

Seeing Genevieve storming towards me in a rage, a sudden realization hit me.

I was the true business tycoon all along!

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I suspect I've been cursed with a voodoo spell.

As the sole heir to a top-tier blue-blood family, I can make the business world tremble with a stomp of my foot. So why am I terrified of a woman from the countryside?

This fear seems to be bone-deep, causing my whole body to convulse at the mere sight of her.

Genevieve struts up to me in her high heels, and without a word, she raises her hand and slaps me across the face with a resounding "smack."

My mind, which had been somewhat clear a moment ago, instantly becomes foggy again.

Shaking all over, I suddenly drop to my knees and start slapping myself left and right.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have stolen Kael's championship title. I deserve to die!"

I don't hold back at all, and my face starts to swell up as the sound of "slap, slap, slap" echoes across the entire golf course.

Genevieve watches this scene with cold eyes, only softening her expression when Kael approaches.

"Has Master Belmont already crowned himself champion before the competition has even begun?"

Kael, with his arm around my darling's waist, speaks mockingly in front of everyone.

But all I heard was "the competition hasn't started yet."

If only...If the competition hasn't started yet, could I just deliberately lose to Kael and avoid experiencing everything from my past life?

In an instant, I was overcome with wild joy, my lips curling up uncontrollably.

My temples throbbed with excitement, and suddenly a pair of high heels stomped on my face, the heel grinding back and forth in my mouth.

"What a creepy smile. Disgusting," Genevieve commanded with disgust.

"You must lose to Kael, or I'll make you taste what it's like to be a eunuch."

I couldn't make a sound, only able to nod and mumble "mm-hmm."

Genevieve finally showed mercy and withdrew her foot. I clutched my throat, retching painfully.

Kael crouched down to look me in the eye, humiliatingly patting my face and snickering.

"Remember, this is all what you, Harlow, owe me."

I wanted to shout angrily and ask: What do I owe you? Just tell me!

But I found that I couldn't even open my mouth.

Kael nodded with satisfaction at my shocked expression, then left arm in arm with Genevieve.

Like forgotten trash, I could only convince myself over and over in my heart.

It's okay, I just need to lose... I must lose!

As the afternoon competition began, everyone whispered about my swollen cheeks.Everyone knows that the young master of Belmont Estate is afraid of his darling. To put it nicely, he's henpecked. To put it bluntly, he's a coward.

I grit my teeth and endure all the mocking, sarcastic, and disgusted looks.

Genevieve won't let me wear a mask to hide, saying she wants everyone to see just how low I, Harlow, have sunk.

My hands tremble as I pick up the golf club. I excitedly lick the corner of my mouth.

I absolutely must lose to Kael.

Kael stretches his muscles, and before stepping onto the course, he shares an encouraging kiss with Genevieve. He looks at me smugly but realizes I'm not even looking at him.

My eyes are fixed on the green flag in its original position. Right now, my blood is rushing.

The match begins. I raise my hand to swing the club, but this single motion seems to drain all my energy.