A few days passed, and although it couldn't be said that I grew stronger in this realm, at least I wasn't any weaker. Every morning Liam would bring me a cup of his blood, and I would drink it silently, pretending not to notice the strange color and taste.

Despite the need for blood to keep me alive, the days were surprisingly fun. Liam and I would go out each morning and explore the forest. We would find more rocks for his collection, and the rare patches of fruits or edible plants that had survived in this life-stealing realm. We spent the time talking, learning about each other.

"You know I actually like this forest quite a bit." He said one day as we walked, his hands idly picking dying leaves from the branches as we passed by.

The confession caught me off guard. "I thought you called this place your cage." A cage for a monster, in fact, which Liam is the furthest thing from.

"Well that's not the forest's fault! It might seem a bit lifeless and dull at first, but the close you watch it, the more things you can discover!" He grinned, the expression bringing a warmth in my heart. "There's the stubborn trees and flowers that survive, the occasional crow and insect! Sometimes when I'm fly... when I'm running through the forest, I see so many different types of life I can't even count them! There's something new to find every day!"

Soo....Liam can fly, right? He definitely said fly.

I didn't say anything to him about it, though. He clearly was hiding something about himself. He was just as clearly extremely bad at keeping secrets. But I never pressed him. I just hoped that when he felt comfortable enough, he would tell me. Watching him laugh and talk about exploring his realm... his cage... and finding the beauty in it made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. What a wonderful person...or whatever it is that he is.

I watched him continue to explore with an excited look, unable to hold back a smile myself.

No matter what Liam really is, nothing could be worse than the company I was keeping in the higher realm. I forcibly turned my thoughts away as they drifted towards Adonis and his betrayal. No use wasting any time or energy on him.

Looking ahead, my eyes widened in shocked delight as a I spotted a familiar object.

"Are those apples?!"

Liam rushed ahead, still much stronger than I was even with his blood, and examined the fruit closely. Finally, he picked one with a broad smile. "It is! I didn't even know there were any apples in this world! See I told you! Something new every day! Let's take a break!"

He cleaned off a tree stump and helped me sit down, before leaning on a tree nearby. I pointed at the fruit in his hand, unable to contain my excitement. "Can I have one too?" I had eaten nothing but meat for the past few days, and although Liam's cooking had improved by leaps and bounds, I was still craving something else.

"Of course, no need to ask! This one is for you!" Liam pulled a knife from his belt and began peeling the apple. His actions were neat and efficient, with the ease of familiarity. It took only a few moments, and then the freshly peeled fruit was passed over to me.

I held it in my hands, confused. "Liam... How did you know I like peeled apples?"

Liam grabbed another fruit, preparing to peel that one as well. "You told me." He seemed unconcerned.

"No... I didn't." I thought back to our conversations over the past few days. Apples had never come up.

Or had it?

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"Why the hatred for the apple peel?" The young man seemed genuinely curious from his tone of voice as he handed me a freshly peeled fruit.

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A brief memory, flashed before my eyes.

"No... you did... I think." Liam's hands paused and his brow furrowed, something deep within his eyes seemed to flicker and grow.

Silence stretched between us.

Unnerved, I tried to stand up. At the quick movement, I felt lightheaded, almost falling to ground. Liam rushed forward, the apple in his hands dropping to the ground, and caught me, hugging me tightly in his arms. His eyes stared into mine, with only a short space between them.

His eyes were so familiar. I could feel it, even if the memory was just out of reach.

My hand brushed his face, tracing his eyes.

"Who are you, Liam?" I whispered. "How did I know you before I met you? How do you remember things about me I've never said?"

Liam turned bright red, but his hands tightened around me, refusing to let me fall. "I'm sorry Bel. I don't know the answers to your questions." He gently set me back down on the stump.

"I don't really even know who I am, other than what others have told me. I'm a villain. I'm a monster."

He picked up the fallen apple from the ground, cleaning it on his shirt.

"But even if I don't know much... I know what you are, Bel."

I watched his actions, curious. "What am I?"

He smiled, then turned and walked back to the tree to pick more apples to take home.

"You are a treasure."

I didn't know what he meant or how to respond to that, so I sat in silence until he came back to help me up. Together we went back to the cave. Back home.

*** Soul transfer 37% complete. ***

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After the apple incident more days passed. Without Liam's blood I knew I would be close to death. But together, we had found our own little peace in this barren world. I was happy, happier than I had ever been in the months in the higher realms traveling with Adonis. Our forced, stifling partnership had been my only social interaction for so long, that I had become resigned to it, considered it normal. Now, I was slowly getting used to being around someone who actually listened to me... cared about me. It was frighteningly addictive, this caring. I wouldn't, I couldn't go back to the higher realm, even beyond the desire to spite Adonis and his stupid fate.

But as happy as I was, there were lingering concerns:

First, was the knowledge that Adonis would come back. As much as I hoped never to see him again, I knew it was the inevitable outcome. He had sent me here, yes, but not to die. I wasn't sure yet what his plan was, but I knew it was going to involve his eventual return.

Not being willing to sit around moping about, I quickly began planning about how to "welcome him" when he did. A few mornings I left into the forest on my own to set up the surprise. Liam was a little concerned when he saw me sneaking around, but I persuaded him it would be worth the wait. I let out an evil laugh as I did so, and strangely enough, the sound seem to reassure him.

The laugh also prompted another change in the glowing blue counter that followed me.

*** Soul transfer 49% complete. ***

The counter was the second concern. It had gone up steadily over the time I had been in this realm, with no clear indicator for the source of its growth. I did think that Liam's presence might be a catalyst given how slowly it had grown over the time I had been in the higher realm, but I couldn't quite figure out what about him or my interactions with him was driving it upwards.

Even more infuriating, since the counter had hit 49 percent, it once again was stuck and hadn't moved. I had grown used to it slowly ticking upwards throughout the day, but now 2 days had passed and it didn't budge. Any experiments to recreate moments that had led to prior growth ended in failure. I found this incredibly frustrating, wishing I could find whoever was responsible for putting this counter in my head and beat them to a pulp. As that didn't appear to be a viable option, however, I finally decided to ignore it again.

There was one last thing that kept my time in this realm from being truly happy:

Every night, Liam was forced into a lower realm.

It took me a while to realize it was happening so regularly. I had seen him fall out of the portal when I first arrived, but had heard no similar sounds since. He would say goodnight to me with a bright smile, close the door to my room, and when I woke up in the morning, he had breakfast ready with the same happy demeanor. He never gave any indication that something was wrong, or that he had suffered in any way, and so I continued forward in blissful ignorance.

Until last night.

I had gone to bed, and Liam and wished me goodnight and closed the door like usual. A few minutes later, however, I had a strange feeling that something was wrong. Unable to shake my uneasiness, I stood back up and opened the door. From a different room I could hear the clinking of metal and a muffled grunt of pain. Following the noise, I opened a different door, to a room I hadn't explored before, not since he had expanded his cave during one of my solo wanderings. As the door swung open, I felt my heart drop.

Liam was in chains.

A glowing portal, similar to the one I had seen him fall from before, hovered before him. Metal chains had extended out from the edges of the portal, wrapping themselves around Liam's arms and legs. He looked defeated but not surprised by his binding, fighting it uselessly. Slowly the chains started to retract, pulling him into the portal.

"Liam!" I tried to run forward but struggled to move as quickly as I wanted. Liam looked up at my shout, his face shocked for a moment before giving me a sad smile.

"Don't worry, Bel. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No!" I cried out, reaching out just as the portal closed around him. My fist slammed on the bare wall that was left behind.

BAM!

I felt uncontrolled rage. The sight of him in chains... his sad resignation... I couldn't bear it. I thought about Liam calling himself a monster.

BAM! The skin of my hand broke under the force as I slammed it again. Red blood stained my fingers, dripping down onto the ground, the bright red color quickly dulling and turning greyish as the world absorbed the energy from it. For a moment in my mind, I saw the bright gold blood Liam gave me each day, his insistence that it was "normal, human blood."

There's still so much I don't know about him.

I sat on the floor, staring at my bloody hands. I prayed silently, desperately, that his words were correct, and that he would be back in the morning. Until then, I could do nothing but wait.

It was a long night.

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After what felt like countless hours, the portal opened up again. Liam dropped down onto the ground onto his back, his hands holding his head, his whole body shaking with pain. It was too similar to the incident that happened the night I arrived.

"Liam!" I hugged him tightly, ignoring his shocked yelp as he was yanked into my arms.

"Bel?" He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and then sat next to me on the floor. "Have you been waiting here to whole night?"

"..." I hugged him tighter. Liam hesitated, then slowly wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Bel... are you okay?"

I buried my face against his chest. "I was scared."

"Scared?"

"Scared you weren't coming back."

"..." I could feel him freeze in shock at my words, and then a happy chuckle echoed in his chest. "Of course I came back, Bel! You're here waiting for me. Nothing could stop me from returning to you."

"What if you found a way to escape this cage? Wouldn't you take it?"

"Only if I'm bringing you out with me." One hand slowly rubbed my back as he spoke, a soft, comforting motion. "It's not really freedom if I'm leaving you behind."

Finally, after a long while, I backed out of his embrace, ignoring his sad puppy eyes as we moved apart. "What happened tonight? Did you get pulled into a lower realm?"

Liam nodded silently.

"I've seen this twice already, on both nights that I left my room. Does this happen to you every night? Have I just been completely clueless and left you to suffer alone?" I felt my eyes fill with tears but held them back.

He panicked, "No it's not that bad, it's not every night!" He paused, seeing my silent stare, and slowly admitted. "Okay, so it's most nights, but still, there's nothing wrong with you sleeping while I'm in the lower realm. You're weak from this place sapping your energy, it's better that you rest so you can do what you want at other times."

"What about you? How could you be getting enough sleep?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine!" He waved a hand. "I hibernate every few months for a day or so... I mean..." He blanched. "... I sleep a normal human amount..."

"Right... Liam, I want to go with you next time." I interrupted his ramblings on normal human sleep. "Don't do this alone."

"..." Liam fell silent, looking uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I'm used to traveling the lower realms, I can watch your back!"

"No I know. You are extremely capable."

I met his gaze. "So why do you look so concerned?"

"... I don't get assigned very good roles to play in these worlds." His hands wrung together his eyes not meeting my own. "Sometimes weak, sometimes powerful, rarely beautiful, often grotesque." He hesitated again. "Always evil."

"Just because you're assigned the villain role doesn't make you evil." I laughed bitterly. "You've already seen what the so called 'hero' is capable of. I don't care what character they force you to be. I'll be there to protect YOU."

At my words, a smile slowly spread across his face. "Okay then. Let's go together next time."

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The next night, we waited for the portal, hand in hand.

"We'll have to move quickly once it arrives."

I nodded in agreement, and then had a thought. "What about the chains?"

"Those only come out if I try to avoid entering the portal." His voice was calm, but I winced at the memory of him being dragged into the lower realm. It's okay. I'll protect him this time.

Before I could say anything further, the portal appeared, hovering in the center of the room.

"Let's go!" Liam grabbed my hand and rushed forward. I closed my eyes, leapt through the portal, and then in the darkness between worlds immediately lost the sensation of his hand within mine.

"Liam!" I reached out, but I could feel nothing, see nothing, hear only the sound of my own ragged breaths.

And then the darkness cleared.

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Splash!

Someone threw wine in my face. The smell of alcohol overwhelmed my senses, and I felt the room temperature liquid run down my neck and soak my dress.

What a great way to start off. The sarcastic thought quickly came and went as I sighed,wiping my hand across my face. I could now see that I was in a crowded room of well-dressed strangers. The woman who was the likely wine-throwing culprit, stood in front me with a gloating smirk. She was clutching an empty glass in one hand and a man's arm in the other. The man with her was watching me with disdain, his expression ruining otherwise classically handsome looks.

"Oops, my mistake." The woman shrugged and gave a fake laugh. "My hand slipped."

The man beside her smiled with approval at her action, chuckling at the site of me. "Looks like red is your color."

Hmm... No idea what kind of story this is, but one thing IS for sure...

I grinned, and punched the woman in her face.

I'm gonna make sure they regret trying to humiliate this lady. I could still feel my character's deep sadness and sense of betrayal. Whoever these two were, they weren't good people.

The woman fell backwards from the blow, clutching her face. I watched her fall with a smile, all while speaking in a monotone voice. "Oops, my hand slipped, my bad, teehee."

Stating the word "teehee" out loud particularly seemed to enrage her, which only encouraged me further.

"El, don't be childish!" The man snapped, only to break off with a shriek as I kicked out his knee, knocking him to the ground on his back besides the woman.

"Oh no. Look what totally happened by accident." I continued blandly, while stepping carefully on his crotch. "I'm just so clumsy you see, and it gets so much worse whenever I'm confronted by stupid."

"You Bit...AHHHH!" The man broke out in another cry as my stiletto came down again.

"Bitahh?" I shrugged. "Haven't heard that one before. Perhaps you meant, 'awesome'? I would have also accepted 'terrifying'."

He gasped for air, his eyes filled with rage. "Pretend all you like, I'll never love you!"

I felt a stab of pain in my chest, a holdover from the character I had become, but all they saw from me was a broad grin. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

I walked away, leaving a stunned, silent crowd behind me. As I hurried away, a phone in my pocket went off. I grabbed it, pulling up the familiar text.

**** NEW WORLD: Love is Torture ****

This is a dramatic romance story featuring the bright and innocent young Ella and her husband, the rich, handsome, dark and broody Cameron.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me!" I nearly threw my phone. "I'm married?!"

This dark tale of lies and misunderstandings focuses on the forced marriage between the two leads. Cameron, under the false impression that his younger sister was murdered by a rival in business, dedicates his life to revenge. Forcing the man's daughter, Ella, to marry him to save her father, he spends his energy trying to break her spirit, hoping her pain would hurt the one who killed his family. He insulted her, humiliating her both publicly and privately. He brought his mistresses to public events, encouraging them to bully her as well.

"So Cameron is the villain, right?" I groaned. "Why did you say he was the lead?"

Little did he know that his sister was not dead, but had in fact suffered amnesia and was living quietly in a small town nearby. In fact, Ella was the kind stranger who saved her life. His deep misunderstanding of her, however, causes a large amount of drama as he fights his growing attraction to her.

"Gross."

The first book was met with mixed reviews, as most of the readers struggled to support such an abusive male lead. As the story continued, and more and more controversy circled around it, the author abandoned the whole series in disgust, leaving the world unstable.

The Author's regret was not being able to bring a happy ending to the heroine of the story, leaving her trapped in an abusive relationship and facing a dark future. Your mission is to give the heroine a happy ending.

**** DO YOU ACCEPT THIS MISSION? ****

YES? NO?

"...Does the ending have to involve a relationship with Cameron?"

NO.

"Great!" I tapped the "Yes" button with a grin and found a corner to sit down in as I slowly accepted the memories of this poor character.

"Oh dear, this was worse than I thought." I muttered.

Ella, the poor girl, had been so very innocent. She had no thought but to save her father, whose business had been crushed by the mis-aimed revenge of a madman. After the marriage, she resolved to make the best of the situation, trying to get to know the handsome man who had become her husband.

Her efforts only brought her pain.

Fortunately, he avoided touching her at all costs, which limited any physical abuse. But the constant insults, tearing down her appearance, her talent for art, her speech. Any perceived flaw was trotted out and exposed for all to see, breaking her heart each time. He flaunted his affairs in front of her, shattering her dream of any loving, committed relationship, frequently and vulgarly comparing his conquests to her which only further spiraled her self-confidence.

I frowned as the memories moved forward in my mind. I hate drama romance leads the most.

This party actually marked a turning point in their relationship. After having wine dumped on her by Cameron's mistress, she had cried and gone upstairs to change. There, a triumphant and intoxicated Cameron had forced her mid-change against a wall, kissing her. He had soon left, disgusted himself for succumbing to his attraction to her, This was the first time they had had physical contact, and from then on Cameron had found himself more and more drawn to Ella, and she felt trapped, unable to refuse his advances, hoping to protect her father.

I leaned over, puking into a trashcan.

Ella's memories all too clear about her suffering. After emptying my stomach, I stood back up, wiping my mouth with a shaking hand. I should have crushed his genitals harder. I was so relieved at having derailed the plot.

Now to go derail it further....And then I need to find Liam.

Following Ella's memories, I went straight to the home she shared with Cameron, only changing my clothes once I was back in my own room with a locked door. Grimly, I put on loose, comfortable clothing, and packed a bag with Ella's original belongings in it. I ignored the expensive, shiny jewelry on the dresser, leaving behind anything that could be traced to Cameron's money.

I also made a phone call to one of Ella's father's old lawyers, who agreed quickly to bring the requested paperwork to the house within the hour.

And then, packed, dressed and papers ready to go, I sat on the couch with a hot cup of coffee, and I waited for my hero to arrive.

SLAM!

Cameron rushed into the house, his face red with rage. Seeing me sitting calmly he paused, as if confused, but then stepped closer with his fist raised threateningly.

"I'll make you regret what you did tonight!"

I smiled. "Actually, unless you want my knee in your crotch and my hot coffee in your face, I suggest you sit down and talk to me like a big boy sociopath."

"..." He didn't seem able to process my words, but in his shock he sat down on the chair across from me so I counted it as a win.

"Good job!" I applauded briefly. "Now, onto the important stuff." I tossed the partially signed paperwork onto the table. "Divorce."

"No." His voice was an unrecognizable growl. "You're mine! You are stuck with me. You have to pay for your father's sins."

I sighed. "Okay, Mr. Broody McPsychopath, as much as I've NOT enjoyed playing house with you, listening to your abuse, and watching your affairs, I've got more important things to do."

"I AM the most important thing to you! You OWE me!"

I tossed another paper onto the table, this one with a photo and an info sheet. " I heavily disagree with that statement, however, I also would prefer you not stalking me in a pitiful attempt at misguided revenge. So take a look:"

He picked up the paper. "What is..." His eyes widened in shock as he recognized his sister.

"She's not dead. I saw a picture of her on your desk today, and recognized her as a person I helped out of a car accident several years ago." I made a reason for my sudden knowledge of the plot with ease. "She had amnesia, and settled in a nearby town. The info is written there."

"You're lying."

"No, I know this is foreign, but what I'm doing is called COMMUNICATION. It's where we talk clearly about things to avoid stupid and painful misunderstandings." I pointed at him. "First: you forced this marriage to punish my father, under the foolish impression that he arranged for your sister's death. Two: Your sister is alive and well, and even a cursory investigation into the car accident will help you find the actual people responsible for the accident. And finally..." I pointed my finger at myself. "I only married you to protect my father, and thus with this misunderstanding resolved would like to be free of you."

"..." He seemed overwhelmed by the concept of not having misunderstandings. I nodded sympathetically and sipped my coffee, giving him time.

"You won't leave."

"Pardon?" I asked, confused.

"You can't resist me. I've felt your eyes following me," He smirked. "Even if I divorce you, you'll be back and begging for more within a week."

"Hmmm... Okay. Let's totally go with that delusion, and have you sign the divorce papers to prove me wrong."

He reached out, now overly confident, his pen hovering over the paper. "Are you sure, Princess? This is your last chance to have a claim. After this you're just like any other woman to me."

I struggled to keep a straight face. "You mean less to me than the house plant that I killed, and that was made of plastic. I think I'll take my chances."

He signed the paper, shaking his head with a smug look and a light chuckle. "Here." He passed it off, trying to brush my fingers with his but I took the papers with kitchen tongs I had brought instead. No accidental physical contact for gross jerks! "I'll see you in a few weeks when you come to beg me to take you back."

"Sounds good, buddy." I stood up and waved, taking my signed divorce papers happily. "And don't forget to leave cookies and milk out for Santa while you're at it. He's about as likely to visit you as I am!"

I walked out, with a hearty, evil laugh, the sound familiar and comfortable.

And now... I have a villain to find.

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I found Ella's car and drove out of the long private drive from Cameron's mansion. As I traveled, my phone rang. I quickly answered, whistling cheerfully.

"Ella!" My character's father's voice rang out, clearly worried. "What happened? I've heard all kind of rumors..."

"Oh hi Dad!" I called out cheerfully. "Great timing! I just lost some weight! A whole load of abusive, nasty annoying dead weight."

"What?"

"I divorced the dirtbag! Aren't you proud of me?!"

"YOU DIVORCED CAMERON?! It can't be official, right?!"

"Already uploaded the signed paperwork to our lawyer! Should be submitted any minute now and I'm a free woman." I thanked my lucky stars for the unrealistic insta-divorce setting in this world, which was great for generating quick drama that a years-long court heavy process wouldn't.

"GO BACK AND QUICKLY TELL HIM YOU ARE SORRY!" Ella's father yelled, panicked. "Hurry, he might still take you back!"

"Oh, dad, I'm so sorry..."

"You should be..."

"I didn't realize you were in the throes of dementia." I sighed dramatically. "I guess age catches up with us all! Don't worry Pops, I know a few great nursing homes where the staff are nice, the colors bright and the food soft and easily consumed without teeth."

"ELLA!"

"It's okay!" I interrupted, speaking slowly and loudly. "I'll take good care of you!"

"Stop being ridiculous!"

"I'm not the one talking nonsense, old man." My tone was now serious. "Cameron is a psychopath, abusive, piece of trash. If you had any mental capacity left, you would be absolutely cheering at the news that your daughter was free of him."

"What about my business?"

"If you can't run your business without your daughter's marriage to protect you, then you are better off leaving the business world and moving to the nursing home. And I'm happy to help you do that." I paused and then added with emphasis. "Anytime. Just try me."

I then hung up, betting internally on whether or not he would come to his senses.

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I headed over to a club on the fringe of the city, called "Fortress." From my character's memories, I knew I would find the villain there.

A mysterious club owner who rarely showed his face, the club was a front for his secret criminal organization. His group has clashed several times with Cameron's, leading to a growing feud between the two men. At the end of the first book, close to the end of Ella's memories, the villain had kidnapped Ella to try to force Cameron into giving up on a business, only to be shot and killed by Cameron in the rescue attempt.

Most likely, Liam had become the club owner/crime boss villain of the story.

I parked in front of the non-de script club, and knocked on the front door.

A very large muscular man opened the door, a deep scowl on his face. "We're closed."

"I'm a friend of the owner."

"Sure you are, lady." He tried to close the door, and I shoved my shoe in the way, glad I wore boots.

"Trust me, if you call him, he will definitely want to see me. Just tell him Bel is looking for him."

With much more convincing, I finally managed to enter the club. TO my dismay, Liam wasn't there. I sat awkwardly on the couch in the VIP lounge, snacking on peanuts, waiting patiently.

I could here the men in the background arguing.

"How could you bring her here?"

"She says she knows the Boss!"

"I thought the Boss hated women."

"The Boss hates everyone."

"True... should I get rid of her? I already called him!"

"I think..."

The door slammed open, and a panting disheveled man in a suit came tumbling in. In one hand he held a large baseball bat, the other clutching a cell phone. I studied the man carefully, taking note of his dark hair, a face covered in scars, including a long diagonal slice across one eye. His eyes however, were a familiar blue.

I jumped up, and threw myself into the man's arms. "Liam!"

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After Liam calmed down, we found a quiet place to talk.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked, quietly clutching my hands in his.

"I'm fine."

He let out a sigh of relief. "I was so worried! When I got here, I saw the story... saw what was going to happen to you at the party... and I rushed over."

I thought of the baseball bat he was carrying. "What were you planning to do when you got there?"

"Education." Was his firm answer.

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"But when I got there, it was just a bunch of crowds of gossiping people, and a really loud woman who kept screaming about how she was going to kill someone. That's when I got the call you were here." His hands squeezed my own. "I'm so relieved you are okay!"

I explained to him my actions so far, which caused him to laugh and congratulate me on my quick divorce.

I added, "Fortunately, I didn't feel Adonis's presence in this world."

"Yeah, he's been less frequent about coming into the lower realms since pushing you into my realm."

I thought about that. "Wait, so are you in every lower realm I've visited?"

"I don't know for sure." Liam shrugged. "I get set to a different realm every night. Sometime Adonis is there, sometimes both of you, plenty of times it's just been me."

I had a strange realization as I thought back to the last world I had gone to, the two kingdoms realm. Remembering the familiar feeling I had gotten from the kingdom-destroying beast... "Liam... you wouldn't happened to have been a large monster before, would you?"

"WHAT?! I have no idea what you are talking about!" He turned pale and panicked at the question, avoiding eye contact.

"Really? In the lower realm where I was the princess? Didn't you help me take over the world?"

Liam grabbed his chest and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh THAT's what you meant!" He nodded. "Yes that was me."

"..." I once again knew I was missing something, but felt too awkward to keep pushing. Instead, I explained to him the mission given to me, to have a happy ending.

Liam offered to hand over all of his underground criminal organization resources to my disposal. "What do you want to do?"

The question caught me off guard. I'm still not used to having someone ask me what I wanted to do, instead of trying to force me to follow a plan or some predetermined fate.

I smiled at him. "I think the best revenge for a woman who was humiliated by her ex-husband to get revenge on her father, and who was sacrificed by said father to save his own business... is to become more rich and powerful than both of them."

"Sounds good." Liam nodded. "Let's go to work!"

And so, we got to work.

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I had lived in more than enough lower realms that centered around business, and was fairly comfortable with how to build a company up, (especially in the cheat worlds of romance novels where rich, handsome men who somehow spend zero time on their company abound). With Liam donating some starting capital, I was able to grow a business over the next year that became the talk of the town. Soon I pushed my father's business into a corner, and began a forced acquisition. His horrified and bewildered expression once he realized it was me in charge of the mysterious rival company, gave me a nice warm feeling inside and prompted another villainous laugh.

As for Cameron...

He had reunited with his sister, and through the magical medical treatment available in the novel, gotten her memories back. He had tried to contact me twice that I knew of. Once after finding her, and another a week later. I blocked his number and ignored all other attempts. Taking advantage of his distraction, I snatched up a large portion of the big deals from his company, using the memories of Ella and the previous story of this world to be able to pinpoint which ones to target.

I was quickly becoming the richest person in the world, and my mission progress bar was slowly up-trending.

In between becoming a rival CEO to destroy my father and the male lead, I spent the rest of my free time with Liam. It became the norm for us to spend time together every day. We always found time for something, whether it was eating a meal, going for a walk, watching a movie, or just sitting next to each other while we dealt with the paperwork of our respective business empires. We told jokes and laughed, plotted and schemed against the male lead and my insufferably self-righteous father, and overall continued the comfortable existence that we had lived in the woods of Liam's realm.

One night, we both fell asleep on the couch at "Fortress," me holding a laptop, him clutching a remote and a bowl of popcorn. The next morning, I woke up and looked over to see his scarred, strange but still familiar face. I had a sudden urge to reach out and touch him. If I had woken up in this world, and the man I had been married to was Liam instead of Cameron... I would have been happy to just stay married.

The realization of that thought hit me hard, and I stood up, confused.

Do I have feelings for Liam?

He was a strange person, much like me. A mysterious existence with too many secrets. One I knew very little about. But he was also kind, gentle and caring person. Someone who I wanted to protect with everything I have, and who I trusted to protect my back no matter what.

Liam woke up, seeing my staring. "What are you looking at. Do I have something on my face?"

"..." I hesitated unsure of what to say, but after taking a deep breath, blurted out: "Liam... let's get married!" I looked away, filled with horror once I realized what I had just said, but at the same time, felt no desire to take it back. Why not? What better happy ending for Ella on top of being rich and powerful than being in a nice healthy relationship with someone wonderful?

"..." The silence stretched on. I finally worked up the nerve to look over to Liam only to see wide eyes filled with shock, and a bright red face.

"Bel..." He finally said with an embarrassed look. "Before I give you an answer, I need to tell you something: We talked about your mission in this world, to save and stabilize it... but you never asked about what MY mission was."

"You have a mission too?" I asked, distracted and mildly confused as to why this was relevant to my sudden marriage proposal. "What is it?"

"It's..."

Before he could answer, a man burst into the room. Behind him in the club, the sounds of fighting and shouting could be heard. The man stood before us with a vicious grin, holding out an outstretched arm.

He was holding a gun.

"Cameron what on earth do you think you are doing?!" I shouted, standing up. Liam got up next to me, his hand grabbing mine.

The look in Cameron's eyes was feral. "I'm saving my wife from this villain!" He snarled, pointing the gun at Liam.

I stepped in front of Liam. "First of all, that's ex wife to you! Second of all, why would I need saving from Liam?"

"He kidnapped you! I know everything, Ella! He built up a rival corporation to compete with me and your father..."

"No that was me..."

"He even forcibly acquired your father's company!"

"Still me..."

Cameron kept talking, as if he hadn't heard me. "And I know that he's been preventing you from contacting me, or answering my phone calls."

"No... I blocked you. And I didn't want to see you."

"It's okay!" He smiled at me, but the expression sent chills up my spine. "I'm going to make things right, by getting rid of this snake first."

I held my arms out. "You'll have to go through me."

"Bel." Liam whispered.

"What is it Liam? I'm kind of busy."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"For what...?" I broke off into a horrified gasp as he stepped around me, distancing himself and moving into a clear line of site from Cameron.

BANG!

Liam fell to the floor.

I saw red.

Grabbing the baseball bat, I swung it as hard as I could at the man's offending hand.

CRACK!

I felt his wrist break from the blow. He let out a scream of pain, looking up at me with a confused expression. "Why are you doing this, Ella? I'm saving you! I love you!"

I glared at him, kicked his gun away, and swung the bat again, hitting his chest. He fell to the floor with a grunt.

"Love? You call your madness and selfishness love?"

Crack! I broke his other arm.

"No, you're just a petulant child, whose mad because he thinks that other kids might play with his toy." I smiled coldly. "Well guess what?"

I kicked his chest, knocking him onto his back. "I'm not your toy. And just like you don't really love me, I don't love you." I put my foot in "crotch stomping" position.

"And I'll make you pay for killing the man I lo..."

"Bel!" Liam's weak voice called out, interrupting my rant. I dropped my bat, causing it to hit Cameron's face as he let out another groan of pain and rushed to Liam's side.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He nodded, showing the clear wound on the muscle of his shoulder. Just a few inches to the left and the bullet would have... I shook my head, and hugged him, trying to avoid the injured arm.

"Why would you step out like that?"

"I tried to tell you... my mission." He held up a cell phone, and to my surprise, I saw an interface very similar to mine.

100% complete.

**** You have finished the mission! ****

I stared at the words. "Your mission was to get shot?"

His smile was faint and bitter. "That's the villain's job. To create conflict and then to get defeated. My ending was liked by the readers. They didn't want it to change."

"Is every world like this?" I was horrified.

"Pretty much." His expression became happier. "But on the bright side, since I've been shot, but didn't die, I can answer your question!" He blushed, but pushed forward with a whisper. "Yes."

"Yes?" I was confused, and then realized what he was saying, and coughed, trying to cover up my embarrassment. "Well then, I guess we have a wedding to plan."

"Bel?"

A strange voice called out. I looked over to the bruised and beaten Cameron, who was staring at me with an incredulous look... and with contained rage.

I knew that look.

"Adonis." I said quietly, positioning myself in front of Liam to protect him. "Welcome to the party."

"Why are you here? Did you get dragged through the villain's portal?" He shook his head. "Even if you try to escape, you can't. I'm your only salvation. Only the hero can save the princess from the monster."

"I think you and I have very different definitions of the word 'monster'." My phone chirped and I looked down to see a notification that the latest deal had gone through, officially making me the richest and most powerful person in this small world. Between that, and an upcoming happy wedding... I waited a moment, and sure enough:

100% complete.

**** You have finished the mission! ****

My mission was complete as well.

Adonis try to scramble to his feet. "Wait, Bel, what have you done?"

"Fixed the world again. Without you. The usual." I tilted my head, staring at him with a cold smile. "Don't try to come after me again, Adonis. You won't like what will happen to you."

"Bel!"

The portal opened, swallowing Liam and I both.

"BEL! I AM COMING FOR YOU!"

I waved cheerfully, and Liam flipped him off as we disappeared.

"YOU HEAR ME?! I AM COMING FOR YOU!"

We were back in the villain's realm. Immediately I felt tired, as the drain of the world set back in. I leaned against Liam shoulder, which was fortunately no longer injured and gave him a grin.

"So... when's the wedding?

*** Soul transfer 59% complete. ***

Liam stared at me, shocked. But before he could answer, he stopped in his tracks, and seemed to sense something. "As much as I would love nothing more than to talk about this, Bel, we'll have to save it for another time."

"What's going on?"

His serious gaze met my own. "Adonis is here."