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The day my family went bankrupt, Alexei came to the apartment I'd just moved into. It was cramped, old, and covered in dust.
When Alexei was at his poorest, he worked as a waiter in the cafeteria at the elite high school I attended.
His features were sharp, his eyes and brows cold, and his gray-blue irises held the frozen plains of Siberia, formed from its winter winds
He had a face so beautiful it made people want him as their dog, a stunning Chinese-Russian mixed-race face that could make the gods furious with envy.
I thought so, and I acted on it.
So I used to be his owner, and he was the mad dog I abandoned, the sick dog I kicked out onto the street. The day he was hospitalized because of me, I was dancing at a bar.
He begged me to visit him. I said impatiently, "No. I'm not visiting some poor Russian. I don't want you bringing me bad luck," then hung up straightaway.
Now, I was slouched in a peeling leather sofa, looking up at Alexei.
He wore a crisp black overcoat and a limited-edition metal watch. He still had that stunning face that could make the gods furious with envy, but he was no longer a poor dog. He was the notorious Wolf of Wall Street.
But I still looked down on him. "What are you here for? To laugh at me?"
Alexei was quiet for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
Then he tossed a document in front of me
A deed transferring all his assets to me.
I stared at him. "Alexei, are you crazy? What's wrong with you? If you've gone insane, go get treatment!"
"Yeah, I'm crazy." Alexei grinned. "Jiali, even if I die, I'll crawl back from hell to find you, "
He grabbed my hand and pressed it hard against the most vulnerable spot on his neck.
"Master," he said, "you'll never get rid of me."
And so I went back to my life of luxury and indulgence, even more extravagant than before.
But Alexei became more and more unhinged.
He looked at me with a gaze as clammy as a snake, and whenever he looked at the people around me, his eyes were venomous, as if he'd laid a curse on them.
On my birthday, he brought me a black velvet box. It didn't contain jewelry, but a severed finger wearing a ring with a family crest. It belonged to a man who'd tried to take me home after a party.
Alexei wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my hair obsessively. "Master, do you like it?"
"If you want more..."
He said, "The one who heard you sing at the bar yesterday? Or the one who rode the Ferris wheel with you the day before? Or..."
"All of them?"
Alexei's voice was so gentle, but his words sent chills down my spine.
I finally realized he really was insane.
I'd never get rid of him in this lifetime.
I once raised a sick dog. Later, he became my only inheritance.
I raised many dogs, but he was the only one who'd crawl back from hell to find me even after he died.
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Alexei once thought Jiali was the woman in the world who most deserved to be cursed.
She had such an ordinary face, yet her heart was vicious beyond belief. Her words were so cruel and malicious they could make people scream. She always acted like an arrogant rich girl. Most importantly, she was faithless and heartless. Once she got tired of playing with him, she swept him out the door like trash without a moment's hesitation.
He'd sworn that when he saw Jiali again, he'd make her pay.
When the day finally came that Jiali fell on hard times, he was thrilled. But instead of bringing him the satisfaction of revenge, that excitement drove him to madness for her.
He pathologically offered her all his assets, letting her take whatever she wanted. By day, he was a ruthless Wall Street businessman. At night, he came home, knelt, and washed her feet, obsessively calling her "Master."
Alexei was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. And of course, warning off the second, third, and fourth mistresses was surely the primary wife's duty, right?
The blurb is in first person; the story is in third person. A sharp-tongued rich girl from an elite high school x a dirt-poor, devastatingly handsome Chinese-Russian mad dog. Written for a particular kink. The heroine has no morals or manners and is genuinely mean.
Theme: Build a healthy perspective on love.
