My Fiancé Sold Me to Save the Fake Heiress

My childhood sweetheart and my older brother went against the system for me. While everyone else chased after the fake heiress—the story's supposed main character—they poured all their love into me, the true heiress.

To call off his engagement and marry me, my fiancé endured 999 electric shocks.

My brother risked his life transferring our parents' entire fortune to my name, nearly dying from the system's punishment.

They swore they'd love me no matter the cost.

Then during our overseas trip, they disappeared.

Thugs kidnapped me and dragged me to Snake Island, where they broke my legs and split my tongue. In my darkest moment, I overheard them talking to the system:

["How can you let them torture the real heiress like this? She won't survive!"]

My fiancé's voice was ice. "She stole five years of love meant for Daisy. It's time she paid it back."

My brother agreed. "Luna has the protagonist's plot armor—she won't die. But Daisy might. Once she finishes Daisy's suffering, we'll compensate her double."

At that moment, my will to live shattered.

I stopped fighting as one of the men lunged at me.

"Well, well! Looks like she's finally given up!"

The others laughed, crowding into the bloodstained room. My legs were shattered, my hands bound. Earlier, I'd bitten off an attacker's ear—so they split my tongue. When I crushed another's groin, they broke both my legs.

Fearing I'd bite my tongue to escape, they gagged me with a rag and duct tape.

Now, I just lay there—numb, broken, praying for death.

As the next man moved to violate me, the system panicked:

[Host! Can you really watch her suffer like this?!]

My brother's voice shook but stayed cruel. "Daisy was supposed to endure this in the original plot. Luna's taking her place—we can't skip a single detail."

The system turned to my fiancé.

[You're her fiancé! How can you stand by while she's—]

"I'll still marry her!" he roared. "Luna can survive this—Daisy can't! She's innocent, pure! Should we let these monsters destroy her instead?!"

Their words carved a hollow ache in my chest, colder than any torture.

This whole trip—the "diamond hunt" for our engagement ring—was a trap. They'd lured me to this lawless hellhole, pretending special forces would protect me.

Every tender moment had been a lie.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my heart. Blood and tears streaked my face as silent sobs wracked my body.