Summary
For Calla Rhimes, everything is a transaction. So when her $300,000 fox beastman, Silas, chooses the maid over her, she doesn’t cry. She liquidates the asset. But this act of defiance puts her on a collision course with a fate she never chose, orchestrated by a mysterious \“System.\” Suddenly, she’s the antagonist in a story where the maid is the secret heiress to a powerful dynasty. To survive, Calla must form an unholy alliance with the one man the System fears: Maximilian Graves, the family’s ruthless true heir and her corporate rival. It’s a dangerous game of power and deception, and Calla is playing to win it all.
I adopted a fox beastman.
And raised him with a cold, detached heart.
I thought it was a problem with my methods.
Turns out, he only ever warmed up to the maid I hired to look after him.
The day I fired her, he bit me.
As pain shot through my hand, a line of ghostly text floated before my eyes:
【Even after all this, the villainess can’t bear to abandon the male lead?]
[Who would’ve thought the male lead would ignore a rich, beautiful villainess for the maid she hired?]
[He’s got good taste. The maid is the long–lost true heiress of the Graves family.)
【The next arc is insane! The female lead returns to her wealthy family, gets the villainess fired, and steals the male lead back. A classic takedown story!]
Wait. What?
I worked my ass off, scraped together a small fortune, and decided to get a pet.
How did I end up as the villainess slated for a takedown?
Fine.
If that’s the script, then they can both get the hell out.
I found Silas curled up with the maid, Jenna Croft, on the cramped single bed in her staff quarters.
The bed was too small.
His magnificent fox tail hung limply, brushing against the dusty floor.
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The door creaked open.
Silas’s fox ears twitched. He sensed my presence and reluctantly pulled away from Jenna’s embrace.
“What are you doing here?”
His question, a sharp accusation, caught me off guard.
Shouldn’t that be my line?
This was the pet I’d paid a six–figure sum for. Not in my room, not even in his own lavish suite, but here, tangled up with the help.
I’d once thought his aloofness was just his nature. He carried himself with such untouchable pride that I sometimes felt I was parenting a tiny, furry god.
He never let me touch him.
But here he was, sleeping soundly in the arms of his caretaker.
The harder I worked, the more I despaired.
Was I grinding away just to fund the perfect life for my maid?
The thought soured in my stomach. I needed to get him out of here, to talk.
But Silas remained seated on that pathetic little bed, unmoving.
“Don’t even think about forcing me! My tail is for Jenna to touch. Only Jenna!”
The staff room was spartan–a small bed, a cheap wardrobe. My mind flashed to the room I’d prepared
for him.
Floor–to–ceiling windows, a balcony overlooking the garden, a king–sized bed, a separate walk–in closet, a room full of every beastman toy imaginable…
For a moment, I wondered if material love was too shallow.
But I’d pushed myself to the brink, worked myself to the bone, precisely to gi
