The Villain Only Wants to Survive, But Heroine refuses toFollow Script

 Davis is not taking Sophia with him.

Edward, now thoroughly blackmailed by Elizabeth, couldn't use force to make Sophia leave.

At the same time, Sophia herself had no intention of leaving Edward, nor did she harbor any desire to run off with someone else. In fact, she had secretly sworn to repay her enormous debt of gratitude to her benefactor… Edward.

Davis, on the other hand, had realized that his heroic image in Sophia's eyes might not be as solid as he'd thought.

At this point, all three—Sophia, Edward, and Davis—were utterly bewildered. Each had their own incomplete understanding of the situation, and all were operating within distinct blind spots.

Sophia, having overheard Edward's inner thoughts over the past two days, misinterpreted the information and connected it with his past actions. The conclusion she arrived at would have made Edward cough up blood.

Rather than hating Edward as the original storyline dictated, Sophia was now filled with gratitude and deeply moved. She believed Edward was merely pretending to be a bad guy but was, in reality, an incredibly kind and noble soul.

To make matters stranger, Sophia seemed to have developed a bizarre sense of happiness from being "bullied" by Edward. She wasn't consciously aware of this shift, but the change had inexplicably taken root.

So, when Edward suggested that she leave with Davis—and Davis was more than willing to take her—Sophia felt immense resistance.

She'd just discovered Mr. Edward's charm! She'd just begun to feel that her life was brimming with hope! And now they wanted her to leave?

No way! Everyone else could leave, but she was staying put!

Davis was equally baffled.

According to the original storyline, he was supposed to be the dawn breaking Sophia's endless night. He believed he had entered her life as a savior, perfectly positioned to address her two greatest struggles:

Her mother's illness and her hatred for her cruel boss.

He assumed all it would take was a simple gesture—a beckoning hand—and she would cling to him like a drowning person grabbing onto driftwood, never letting go.

But what Davis didn't know was that Edward, through sheer accident and a bit of carelessness, had already lit up Sophia's life and ignited her spirit.

Davis couldn't comprehend why Sophia wasn't willing to let go of her painful past and embrace a fresh start with him.

It was downright bizarre.

Yet, the most bewildered of all was Edward.

His mind was a complete mess—he couldn't tell north from south, up from down. Everything was in chaos.

He couldn't understand why Sophia insisted on staying by his side.

He couldn't understand why Elizabeth kept opposing him, forcing him to make decisions that went against his best interests. And how was she so good at figuring out his true intentions every single time? How did she know?!

He also couldn't understand why Davis was so… weak.

Dude, aren't you supposed to be the main male lead?

Shouldn't you be radiating dominance, invincible wherever you go, annihilating all obstacles, and maxing out the heroine's affection meter the moment you meet her? Shouldn't you be able to sweep her off her feet by the end of the day?!

But here they were: Elizabeth causing chaos, Sophia changing her heart, and Davis failing to deliver.

At this rate, Edward felt he might as well throw in the towel.

Three days.

His longest survival record across his past six attempts had been three days.

Is three days really my limit?!

Davis, realizing he was getting nowhere, left in defeat, tail between his legs.

But he wasn't giving up.

I'll be back.

...............

Edward received an unexpected phone call—it was John inviting him over for dinner.

Edward already had a good idea of what this was about. It was clearly related to the engagement, which essentially boiled down to money. John saw his daughter as a bargaining chip. After all, Edward had been pursuing Victoria for three years. If John agreed to let Edward marry his daughter, Edward would be obliged to offer something in return—namely, the financial resources of the Astor family, which Edward managed, to help the Windsor family weather their current crisis.

But that was supposed to be Davis's role. Edward absolutely could not get involved.

He made up his mind. After making some arrangements at the office, Edward headed to the Windsor residence.

To his surprise, John came out to greet him personally.

"Well, well, Edward's here!"

Edward quickly stepped forward to shake his hand. "Hello, Uncle."

"Haha, no need for such formalities among family. Come on in."

The reception this time was top-notch. John treated Edward with the utmost respect, and even Mrs. Windsor came out to speak with him. For someone of Edward's junior status, this level of attention was remarkable.

Edward felt uneasy, but he knew this was his best opportunity to clarify things once and for all. He needed to cut ties with the Windsor family—or more accurately, with Victoria.

Edward wasn't worried about the Windsor family's fate. With Davis, the so-called chosen one, waiting in the wings, their future was secure. It wasn't Edward's concern.

The dinner was presented as a cozy family affair—not overly grand but warm and inviting. The theme was clearly about making Edward feel at home and emphasizing a sense of unity.

After some small talk, Victoria returned home. As she stepped through the door, she asked the maid, "Auntie Moon, do we have a guest?"

"Yes, your fiancé has come to visit," Auntie Moon replied with a smile.

Victoria was surprised; it was evident she hadn't known about her father inviting Edward.

When Edward saw Victoria, their eyes met, and he was captivated.

In that moment, Edward understood why Victoria was the leading lady of this story. He also realized his own weakness—he had the makings of a scoundrel, the quintessential villain.

He was, without a doubt, someone who could fall for every beautiful woman he encountered.

Just that afternoon, his seductive secretary had him distracted, and he'd been marveling at Sophia's allure, imagining how entertaining and full of possibilities she might be. But now, seeing Victoria, Edward's heart was struck once again.

Victoria was stunning.

She wasn't just beautiful—she exuded a regal presence. She was the kind of woman who made every other fade into the background. No exaggeration, no hyperbole.

Her face was flawless, her features exquisite. Few in the world could compare. And her beauty wasn't the delicate, doll-like kind—it was grand, elegant, and commanding. Words like "petite charm," "playful cuteness," "pure prettiness," or "sultry allure" were irrelevant here. Next to Victoria, those were merely footnotes.

She was so breathtakingly beautiful that she seemed almost otherworldly, as if she weren't quite human.

And that was just her face.

Her figure was equally unmatched.

Victoria wasn't stick-thin like a stereotypical model with collarbones that seemed ready to stab through her skin. Nor was there even a hint of excess weight—no stomach, no thigh bulges.

Her proportions were perfect: tall, curvy, with full, rounded hips, smooth thighs, long legs, and ankles so flawless they could make any man's heart race. Her physique exuded health, femininity, and a subtle sensuality that invited admiration, possession, and desire.

Her body seemed sculpted by an artist—so perfect it defied logic.

But what truly set her apart was her aura.

Her presence carried a queenly dignity, a noble elegance that Edward had never encountered—not in Elizabeth, not in Catherine, not even in Sophia or any celebrity he'd ever seen.

This was the real deal.

Edward, with all his memories as "Edward," couldn't deny how deeply she moved him. Even without those memories, it would take only a single glance at Victoria for any man to fall for her.

If a man claimed not to feel anything after seeing her, he either wasn't a man, had some serious issues, or had undergone an incredibly successful surgery in Thailand.

Victoria, noticing Edward, smiled—a rare and radiant expression.

"Dear Edward, you're here!"

"Oh! Yes, I'm here," Edward stammered, realizing he'd been staring.

[ [ I've been so careful not to look at her these past few days, and now that I've let my guard down, I'm completely entranced again. This woman is dangerous. One glance and you're done for. ] ]

Hearing Edward's genuine admiration in his thoughts, Victoria was both pleased and amused.

John, observing the interaction, thought to himself: There's definitely potential here! Look at how Edward can't take his eyes off my daughter. If we weren't here, he'd probably pounce on her. So why is he still hesitating? Could it be that he wants the girl but not the financial responsibility?

The four of them sat down to dinner, engaging in light conversation about business, family, and recent successes. During this time, John secretly observed Edward and became even more certain of his judgment.

This kid's a lecher, no doubt about it!

Edward kept stealing glances at Victoria. His desire was unmistakable. John couldn't help but scoff internally: Do you think I can't see what you're up to? I've been driving for years, and you're just learning to shift gears. I know your tricks.

Smiling, John casually brought up, "Edward, the engagement is set for the 10th of next month. How are your preparations coming along?"

Edward snapped back to reality, his heart sinking.

He didn't want to let Victoria go—not to Davis, not to anyone. Giving her up felt like a fate worse than death.

But he had to remind himself: this wasn't some romance simulation where building intimacy would lead to happily-ever-after. This was survival—high-stakes, cutthroat survival.

His goal wasn't to woo the heroine and unlock her heart; it was to use every resource available to stay alive, outlast the chaos, and come out on top.

This wasn't his game to win. The true protagonist was in the opposing camp, and Edward's best strategy was to stay out of his way, letting the hero claim his inevitable victories.

Edward sighed. His life was a tragedy.

At that moment, the butler entered. "Sir, a Mr. Davis is here to see you."

"Davis?" John asked, surprised.

"Yes, sir. He says he has insider information worth over two billion to share with you."

Edward's mind went blank.

Big Brother, this isn't just stealing the game—you're stomping my face!