I Entered a Torture Romance to Save the Heroine, but Now I'm Locked in His Arms

[Completed] [Transmigrate into a book + two female leads + mutual salvation + punishing scumbags + reclusive wealthy family + both leads are each other’s only partner + System]

Transmigrating into the dogblood melodrama I was reading before bed, and starting right in the middle of a drugging scene?

I refuse to follow the script!

The melodrama’s plot? Tear it up! My birth family leeching off me? I’ll put them in their place until they beg on their knees! Scumbags refusing to leave me alone? One slap and I’ll knock their teeth across the floor!

Don’t forget, I’m the real heiress of a reclusive wealthy family: rich, beautiful, and powerful. Who do they think they are, acting tough in front of me?!

In the corner, a beauty as aloof as lonely snow beneath the moon cowers behind me. Her warm breath brushes my ear, trembling with restraint and concealing a dangerously seductive note. “Why... are you so good to me?”

I curl my lips into a smile, reach up to ruffle her soft hair, and brush my fingertips over the corner of her reddened eyes. My voice is casual, yet tender with conviction. “Because I can’t stand seeing a pretty older sister cry.”

But who could have guessed that the aloof beauty I sheltered beneath my wing would quietly transform?

She sheds all her coldness. A fierce, overwhelming possessiveness churns in her eyes as she pulls me into her arms, her burning breath scorching my ear. Every word is a fervent confession.

The nights stretch on. She clings to me and kisses me passionately, pouring all her love and obsession into every lingering, tangled night...

How is this the pitiful girl I saved? She’s a scheming little temptress who’s taken me apart, swallowed me whole, and left me thoroughly ravished!

(The entire story is already written, so don’t worry about it being discontinued.)