Their Obsessions When My Mission Failed Novel by Alanna Mcgee _ Novel





Their Obsessions When My Mission Failed Chapter 01

Chapter 1 A Final Jest

On the day Ethan Shaw was to get engaged to Susan Warner, the system declared my capture mission a failure.
After I fell into a coma from a car crash that cut me off from my real life, the system gave me one way out: Capture one of the male leads, and you wake up. Sounds simple, right? It was pure hell.
For eight long years, I gave everything to this virtual prison. My heart, my mind—everything. I clawed the affection scores of Ethan, Gordon Green, and Leo Lyons from zero to ninety-nine. Every smile, every sacrifice, bought me one step closer to freedom… until Susan showed up.
In what felt like the universe’s cruelest joke, she tore down eight years of my work in just a few months. Where I built, she destroyed. Effortlessly.
When I failed, the system offered a last, bleak deal: if my body in this world died, my soul could go home. Death became my only way out.
But every time I tried to take it—every time I reached for that quiet nothing—I wasn’t met with peace. I was met with them. The suffocating, maddening obsession of the three men who once held my fate in their hands.
I was finally dying.
My consciousness drifted in the dark, untethered and adrift, like a drowning soul giving up.
The years of torment and humiliation seemed to be draining away with my life.
Good.
I can go home now.
Eight years.
Eight damn years I’d spent clawing the three male leads’ affection scores from zero to ninety-nine.
I was one step away from finishing this mission, from waking up from this hellish virtual world.
Then Susan showed up.
In six months, she wiped out everything I’d built.
I became the villain—vicious, jealous, crazy.
She became the perfect victim: pure, innocent Susan.
She framed me for everything—a fake car crash, a fake allergy, even a fake burn. They believed her. Ethan finally had me thrown into this mental hospital.
The system’s last offer was simple: if I died here, my soul would go home.
I’d tried. But this room was stripped clean—not a shard of glass in sight. They were too scared to let me die. They said I had to live, to atone for the “accident” that had stolen Susan’s chance to be a mother.
My trembling hand found the cheap pills under the pillow—my last deal with another broken soul here after exhausting everything I had left. One handful, then another. I didn’t count. I just swallowed until my throat burned.
Relief flooded me.
Goodbye, Ethan.
Goodbye, Gordon.
And goodbye, my “dear brother,” Leo.
And you, Susan.
Hope you’re stuck with each other.
Forever.
Just as the darkness was pulling me under—
BANG!
The door flew open. A tall figure stood backlit in the doorway, cold air swirling around him.
Gordon Green.
My second target. Now the city’s top lawyer.
He looked down at me lying on the floor like trash. His eyes were pure ice.
I tried to smile. Nothing moved.
I remembered a different Gordon—framed, his future ruined. It was me, Lydia Lyons, who dug up the evidence and begged the judge for a retrial.
Me who testified to clear his name, my own reputation be damned.
In the pouring rain that day, he held me and said, “Lydia, you’re the only one I’ll ever trust.”
What a f*cking joke.
Three months ago, at the corporate gala, Susan “mysteriously” collapsed after tasting the dessert I had made.
Ethan refused to hear a word of my defense. He slapped me and had me dragged here.
My dear brother, Leo, forged a psychiatric evaluation and a paternity test, just kicked me out of the Lyons family personally.
And Gordon, the man I gave everything to save, became my executioner.
He had people watching me day and night, ensuring I stayed alive and suffering, paying for Susan’s pain.
“Trying to die?”
His voice was icy. He crouched, his long fingers suddenly wrapping around my throat, hauling me up from the floor.
Black spots danced before my eyes as I choked.
“Let me make something clear, Lydia.”
His warm breath fanned my face, but his words were laced with venom.
“Your death won’t change a damn thing.
“Next month, Ethan will marry Susan.
“You dying will only let them be together with clearer consciences.
“Doesn’t that just… gall you?”
I stared into his handsome, twisted face reflected in my fading vision.
Did it?
No.
All I felt was relief.
Seeing that I had no reaction, the hostility in Gordon’s eyes intensified.
He flung me aside. My skull slammed against the wall with a sickening thud.
“Heh. Tough little thing, aren’t you?”
He rose, meticulously straightening his suit sleeves, disdain etched on his face.
“Trying to die?”
He pulled something from his pocket and tossed it before me.
“Clang.” Crisp and piercing.
A fruit knife.
The blade glittered under the harsh light.
“Use this.”
He nudged the handle with his polished shoe, his tone dripping with scorn.
“Do it right. Spare me your pathetic, attention-seeking dramas. They disgust me.” 

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