Three Alphas to Capture, Three White Moons to Conquer

1
The year I was at my absolute rock bottom, I took on three capture missions at once.
Target number one was a rising tech mogul.
Target number two was a genius surgeon.
Target number three was a titan of the legal world.
Given how insanely busy they all were, I figured as long as I managed my time well, it would be a piece of cake.
But I forgot one crucial detail: three alpha tycoons means three "ones that got away."
And so, my life became a living hell.
In the morning, Id be accused of stealing a bracelet by number ones childhood sweetheart and forced to kneel for hours as punishment.
In the afternoon, Id be commanded by number two to donate a kidney to his old flame, warning me it was the only way Id ever be accepted into his family.
At night, number threes best girl friend would take intimate photos of me and use them to slut-shame me, while number three told me to lighten up, saying she was just joking.
Three missions meant I was being tortured 24/7.
Utterly exhausted, I cried to the System, asking if there was an option to quit.
The System replied: [Quitting is easy. You just have to die in this world.]
So I took its advice. I faked my death to escape.
But after I was gone, why did all three tycoons completely shatter?
...
I was dirt poor.
So when the System told me I could earn a hundred million for completing a single capture mission, I was desperate enough to take on three without a second thought. After all, back in my own world, I was the ultimate grinder, used to juggling three jobs a day.
I thought the missions would be about saving these damaged men, about falling in love.
I never expected each of them to have an old flame, a "white moonlight," lurking in the wings.
For five long years, I was physically and emotionally abused by these three women. The Heartbeat Value monitors above the tycoons heads remained stubbornly frozen. My body and spirit, however, were on the verge of collapse.
The moment the System told me death was my only escape, I was on my knees, being punished by my first target, Ethan. His childhood sweetheart, Claire, had just returned to the country and immediately lost a precious bracelet, which she, of course, insisted I had stolen.
I denied it.
Ethan, furious, slapped me across the face. "You were the only one who touched Claire's purse. If you didn't steal it, who did?"
Claire stood beside him, her tears flowing like a spring shower. "Ethan, that bracelet was the only thing my grandmother left me. It's all I have to remember her by. If I can't find it, I I'll fall apart."
Her tears only fueled Ethan's rage. He kicked me sharply in the knee. A jolt of agony shot through me, and my legs buckled, forcing me to the ground. "Sophie," he snarled, "I'm asking you one last time. Did you take the bracelet? Where did you hide it? If you don't talk, you can kneel here until nightfall."
It was the dead of winter. Even in the daytime, the temperature was well below freezing. Kneeling outside until evening would, at best, leave me crippled. At worst, Id freeze to death. And knowing Ethan, it didn't matter what I said. I was going to be kneeling all day regardless.
I had endured this for five years. I couldn't take it anymore.
With a surge of adrenaline, I shot to my feet and screamed at him.
"Fine, I stole it! I stole the damn thing!"
"I deserve to die for stealing her bracelet! So I'll just go and die! Are you happy now?!"
Without waiting for their reaction, I turned and sprinted toward the villa's man-made lake. Though artificial, it was notoriously deep. And Ethan was terrified of water. If I jumped, I would surely die.
Reaching the edge, I didn't hesitate for a second.
But as I plunged into the icy water, I saw a second figure leap in right after me.
"Sophie, are you insane?!"
2
Ethan was the first tycoon I met in this world.
He was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family. When I met him, Claire had just dumped him for money, and his own family had cast him out after he was diagnosed with liver cancer. To complete my mission, I took him into my tiny apartment, cared for him, and worked myself to the bone to pay his medical bills. When we discovered our blood types matched, I even donated a part of my liver to him.
With his health restored, I helped him build his business from the ground up, transforming him into a powerful CEO.
And then, just as his Heartbeat Value for me reached 99%, Claire came back.
She claimed she had never left him for money; she said Ethans family had threatened her. She spun a tale of suffering abroad, of how she never stopped thinking of him for a single day.
Ethan didnt say much, but I knew he was moved. On the very day she returned, his Heartbeat Value for me dropped to 90%.
Then he brought her home to live with us.
When Claire accused me of giving her the cold shoulder, his value dropped to 80%.
When she framed me for pushing her down the stairs, it fell to 70%.
For five years, Ethans feelings for me fluctuated, finally settling at a miserable 30%. I had given up hope of it ever moving again.
So when I woke up in a hospital bed and saw his Heartbeat Value had jumped to 50%, I was shocked.
It wasn't just the number that had changed. His entire demeanor was different.
As I sat up, he rushed over, placing a pillow behind my back. "Careful. The doctor said you have a mild concussion."
The lake had been frozen over. I must have hit my head on the ice. The pain was excruciating. But his gentle tone felt so foreign it was disorienting.
He shifted uncomfortably under my stare. "They found the bracelet," he said, looking away. "I was wrong about you."
"The maid took it. She said she mistook it for her own. I've already fired her."
"Sophie, Claire was just overly anxious and jumped to conclusions. I've already told her she needs to apologize to you."
Apologize? Claire was going to apologize to me?
Before I could even process it, Ethan had pulled a reluctant Claire into the room. She shuffled to my bedside and mumbled a half-hearted "sorry."
Then, unable to resist a parting shot, she added, "Sophie, can we please just talk things out next time? You scared everyone half to death jumping into the lake like that. We're all adults here; we can solve problems rationally."
In the past, to keep Ethans Heartbeat Value from dropping, I would have let it slide. But I was done pretending. "Who wasn't talking things out? I told you from the start it wasn't me, but you didn't believe me. And you, Ethan, this is what you call an apology? When you wanted me to apologize to her, you were ready to make me kneel all night. Since she's the one who wronged me, shouldn't she take a turn on her knees?"
Claire's face went pale.
Ethan frowned, but before he could speak, Claire launched into another performance. "Sophie's right. I'll go kneel right now, as long as it makes her feel better."
With that, she fled the room.
Ethan turned to me, his face grim, but he refrained from his usual harsh words. "Sophie, how could you say that to her? Her health is fragile; she can't kneel for that long. I'm going to stop her. Don't make jokes like that again."
3
After Ethan left, the System chimed in.
[Host, that move was effective!]
"What move?" I asked.
[The dying move! Target number one's Heartbeat Value shot up! Should we keep it up?]
I refused.
I attempt suicide, and his value only goes up by 20%? That proved he didnt really care about me. Why bother continuing?
Just as I was planning my next great escape, my phone buzzed. A text.
"Empyrean Club, Suite 308. 30 minutes."
No name, no greeting. Before I could reply, the sender was gone. Unmistakably, it was my third target, Wyatt.
Wyatt was a lawyer, and we only ever met at night. He suffered from severe insomnia and could only fall asleep holding me. At first, it was purely platonic. Then, one night, he came home drunk. He started getting handsy, and when I tried to push him away, he whispered, "I want you. I'll take responsibility."
Im no hopeless romantic, but Wyatt was ridiculously handsomea movie star's face on a personal trainers body. I simply made a mistake any woman would make.
After that night, I finally remembered to check his Heartbeat Value. It was only 30%.
But I wasn't discouraged. I poured my heart into winning him over. I cooked for him, helped him heal his childhood traumas, and gave him anything he wanted. Just when I thought my devotion would finally move him, I overheard him talking to his friends.
"Like her? Not really. She's just a free lay. I have no feelings for her. The one I like is Hannah."
Hannah. His "best girl friend," the adored princess of their little clique. After Wyatt brought me to one of their gatherings, she made me her personal target. Whenever we met, she'd make crude jokes at my expense and flirt outrageously with Wyatt right in front of me.
At first, her tactics didn't bother me. Compared to Claires physical torment, these verbal jabs were nothing. But when she realized her taunts weren't working, she turned vicious.
She had Wyatt take a series of intimate photos and videos of me. Then, whenever their group got together, theyd use my videos as betting chips in their games. Buy them with cash, or win them in a round of cards.
The first time I found out, I was furious and threatened to call the police.
Wyatt just laughed. "I'm a lawyer. Even if you call the cops, I have a hundred ways to get Hannah off scot-free. I can guarantee she won't face any consequences. Can you guarantee your videos won't end up all over the internet?"
I couldn't.
And I still had two other tycoons to capture. Annoying their "white moonlights" just meant more abuse. If they found out I was juggling all three of them, they might actually kill me.
I had planned to ignore Wyatts text, but then I had an idea. If they were going to release my videos, I might as well drag them all down with me.
I grabbed my phone and walked out.
I was ten minutes late to the Empyrean Club. As soon as I pushed the door open, Hannahs smug face was in mine. "Sophie, you're late. You know the rules. The price on your little photos just went up by another ten grand. Pay up, or we post them online."
She smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Wyatt sat on the sofa behind her, watching with a look of indulgent amusement.
Without a second thought, I said, "Fine. Post them."
4
Hannah blinked, stunned. "What did you say?"
"You all want to see my nudes, right? Don't bother. I'll post them myself."
I pulled out my phone, started a livestream, and began to strip right in front of the camera.
"Hi everyone, my name is Sophie. I've been dealing with a little problem lately. A woman named Hannah has been blackmailing me with intimate photos of me and her 'best friend.' It's so strange how she's singled me out. Do you think maybe it's because she's secretly in love with him?"
As I spoke, I shed my coat, my sweater, my thermal layers
Just as I was down to my last thin shirt, a black overcoat was thrown over my shoulders.
Wyatts face was thunderous. "Sophie, are you out of your mind? Do you have a death wish?"
It wasnt just him. The entire room was frozen in shock. Hannah was as white as a sheet.
I just smiled at Wyatt. "Yes, I think I do."
He stared at me, confused. "What?"
Before he could react, I dashed to the window and swung one leg over the sill.
A collective gasp filled the room.
"Sophie, what are you doing? Get down from there!" Wyatt roared.
"Wyatt," I called his name. "After all this time together, I have just one thing to say to you."
As he stared at me, his eyes wide with panic, I delivered my parting words.
"Go to hell, you absolute fool."
And then I jumped.
Wyatts scream was much louder than Ethans. But unfortunately for me, I didn't die this time either.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in a familiar hospital room. Wyatt explained that a garbage truck had been passing by just as I jumped. I had landed in a pile of trash bags. All I had was a broken leg.
Just a broken leg?
I stared at my cast, on the verge of tears. I should have picked a higher floor.
Seeing my crestfallen expression, Wyatt must have thought I was traumatized. He cleared his throat. "I know why you did this."
I looked up at him. His Heartbeat Value had climbed to 60%.
"You're angry that I've been siding with my friends over you all this time. Don't worry, I've already confiscated all the videos. I told Hannah to stop with the 'jokes.' So... you should understand what I mean by now, right?"
I stared at him, completely baffled.
His face turned bright red. "Sophie, I will allow you to pursue me."
He tilted his chin up, a smug look on his face, as if expecting me to leap into his arms.
The words "Who the hell wants to pursue you" nearly flew out of my mouth.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Hannah.
"Hey, stud, are you done with your hospital drama? We're waiting for you to get online. Don't you dare bail on game night, or you'll have me to answer to."
Her voice was so loud I could hear every word.
Wyatt shot me an awkward glance.
"Go," I said flatly.
He hesitated for a moment. "I'll just play one round and come right back. It's Hannah's ranking match tonight. If I don't help, she'll never let me hear the end of it."
And with that, he was gone.
I still wanted to die.
I dragged my broken leg out of the hospital and bought a knife. On my way back, I decided to stop by the front desk to settle my bill. I was about to die, after all; no need to leave behind any debts.
And thats when I ran into my second target, Liam, in the hospital lobby.
He was with his own childhood flame, Julia, who was there for a check-up.
He saw me and froze, his brow furrowing. "Sophie. Are you following me?"
Before I could explain, his patience wore thin. "Actually, you're just in time. Go get a full workup. Julia's kidney won't last another month. You'll be donating yours to her in a couple of days."
He said it so matter-of-factly, I had to laugh.
"You want a kidney?" I pulled the knife from my sleeve and pressed it against my side. "Don't wait. I'll give it to you right now!"
"In fact, I won't just give her my kidney. She can have my life, too!"
I imagined a clean thrust, a spray of blood, a dramatic end.
But before the blade could break my skin, a hand closed around the steel.
I looked up into Liams eyes. The sight of blood welling up around his clenched fist shocked me so much I dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor.
A wave of gasps went through the crowd of onlookers.
The first to react was Julia, who screamed for a doctor.
Liams grip on my arm tightened, his face pale. "Sophie, is this your new trick? Do you think this will make me let you off the hook? Dream on."
I wrenched my arm away. "This isn't a trick. This is your last chance. If you don't want this kidney now, you'll never get one from me."
I bent down to pick up the knife, but Liam stopped me.
"Sophie, what are you doing? Put the knife down."
"It's none of your business!" I struggled against his grip.
He frowned. "Is this because I asked you to donate your kidney? Don't worry, I'm a doctor. You can live a perfectly normal life with one kidney. I'll make sure you live a very long time. And besides" He hesitated, a rare blush coloring his cheeks. "My sister-in-law said if you do this, she'll convince my mother to let you into our family."
"To hell with your family! If it's no big deal, why don't you donate one of yours?"
I bit down hard on his hand, but even as I drew blood, he refused to let go.
Finally, exhausted, I softened my voice. "Okay, Liam. You're right. I was just trying to get your attention. You saw through me. I won't do it again. Now let me go."
He finally relaxed his grip, letting out a long sigh. "Sophie, don't ever play these kinds of"
Before he could finish, I raised the knife and drew it swiftly across my own throat.
Blood sprayed across his face.
As I collapsed, I heard three distinct voices screaming my name.
"Sophie!"
The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was two other familiar figures pushing through the crowd, rushing toward me.

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