Chapter 1

I transmigrated into the villainess of a dark romance novel, only to find myself giving birth to the ruthless CEO’s triplet daughters.

To win a smile from Veronica, the woman he adored, he packed me and our three wailing baby girls into an underground fighting arena.

On the live stream, he wrapped an arm around Veronica, his voice chilling: "You and these worthless liabilities – whoever survives till the end, I'll allow them to come back."

Veronica giggled, her laughter sickeningly sweet: "Oh, Dominic, you're so naughty! Hurry, let everyone see the thrill of a mother and daughters tearing each other apart!"

I closed my eyes in despair, clutching my three starving daughters.

*Ding! Congratulations, Host! The 'Husband's Hellfire Redemption' System has activated.*

I curled my lips, revealing a chilling, white smile to the camera.

"Dominic, darling, are you ready to lose everything and crawl on your knees to beg me?"

*Ding! Newbie Gift Pack issued: Pain Empathy (100%). All physical and psychological pain you endure will be transmitted to the 'target' — the male lead of this dark romance — with zero delay and zero loss.*

Our clothes were ripped off, leaving me and my three daughters wrapped only in a greasy, tattered tarp, then we were thrown into the arena like trash.

My three daughters were burning with fever, their small bodies terrifyingly hot, whimpering like kittens in my arms.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the slick, greasy ground. A bone-chilling cold shot straight up my spine.

Almost at the exact same moment.

"Ah!"

Dominic Hayes’ caviar dropped to the floor.

He clutched his mouth, a powerful wave of nausea surging up his throat, as if he’d just swallowed a mouthful of rotten swill.

"Dominic, darling, what's wrong?"

Veronica Lane leaned into him, wiping the corner of his mouth with a concerned handkerchief.

"Nothing." Dominic frowned. "Maybe the seafood wasn't fresh. There's suddenly a taste of rust and sour slop in my mouth."

He picked up a glass of '82 Lafite from a nearby table, elegantly rinsed his mouth, then spat onto the expensive Persian rug beside him.

"Baby, don't mind me. Try this – air-freighted bluefin tuna."

He spoke in the gentlest tone, with the most caring words.

I watched coldly from the giant screen on the ceiling.

"System, the game has begun."

Dominic was about to feed Veronica a piece of tuna when his heart violently spasmed, as if an invisible hand had brutally squeezed it.

It was an extreme, gut-wrenching sense of abandonment.

He didn't know it was precisely how I felt at that moment.

*Clang!*

At the other end of the iron cage, a small door opened, and a guard threw in a metal bucket.

Inside were foul, maggot-ridden scraps, emitting a nauseatingly sour stench.

"Eat it, bitch. Mr. Hayes said if you want to live, you have to eat like a dog."

The guard's mockery echoed through the arena via the live broadcast.

My eldest daughter, Lily, was delirious with fever, her lips cracked, unconsciously whimpering: "Mommy… water…"

I stared at the bucket of maggots, my stomach churning.

But I knelt anyway, using my hands to carefully push aside the squirming maggots in that slimy filth, trying to find a drop of clean water underneath.

The moment my fingertips touched the cold, slimy maggots—

"Ugh!"

Dominic could no longer hold it in. Right in front of Veronica, he vomited the top-tier meal he'd just eaten all over the floor.

The head-spinning, nauseating sensation that came from my fingertips was 100% synchronized to his nerve endings.

Veronica recoiled in disgust, pinching her nose.

"Dominic, you're so disgusting! What's wrong with you?"

"I… I'm fine…"

Dominic hadn't finished speaking when a rustling sound came from the shadows of the iron cage.

The first "appetizer" arrived—a pack of starving, rotting rats.

Their eyes gleamed red in the dim light, and they charged at us without hesitation.

I instinctively clutched my three daughters tightly, forming a wall of flesh with my back and legs.

"Ah—!"

A rat sank its teeth viciously into my calf.

Sharp teeth pierced through flesh, sending excruciating pain through me!

"Argh!!!"

At the same instant, Dominic clutched his calf, letting out a horrific scream in front of everyone, rolling off the sofa.

The wealthy socialites present were stunned.

Veronica was startled too, but mostly she felt mortified.

"Dominic! What's wrong with you? It's just a leg cramp, isn't it? Everyone's watching!"

"It's not a cramp! It's… it's like a dog bite! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

He couldn't comprehend why his perfectly intact skin, beneath his thousand-dollar custom suit pants, was experiencing the agonizing sensation of being torn open alive.

I endured the pain, listening to his screams from the big screen, and I smiled.

Dominic, this is just the appetizer.

The large cage door opened again, and a hungry, drooling wolf stalked in.

The wolf's target was clear: my wailing daughters in my arms.

It lunged suddenly!

I didn't have time to think, instinctively blocking it with my left arm.

*Splatt!*

The wolf's fangs sank deep into my arm, tearing a gash so deep the bone was visible. Blood instantly stained the dirty tarp.

"Aaahhhhhh—!!!"

A bomb seemed to detonate in Dominic's mind.

The agonizing pain of his arm being brutally ripped open made him instantly crush the wine glass in his hand.

Glass shards dug deep into his palm, bleeding profusely.

But he found that the pain in his hand was less than a thousandth of the excruciating pain originating from me in his mind.