999 Tries Still Not His Girl novel Chapter 1

I chased the cold, untouchable General for 3 years and tried to seduce him 999 times.

I’ve got the curves, the skin, the body—

But he never even looked at me.

Because the one he wanted… was my illegitimate half-sister.

He hated every trick I pulled to get close.

“This is the last time I’ll say it, even if you stood unclothed in front of me, I wouldn’t want you!”

He rejected me to my face— but pleasured himself thinking about her behind my back.

After that final rejection, I called a number I hadn’t dialed in three years.

“I’ll marry the man in the countryside!”

But after I left, he lost his mind begging me to come back……

She’d chased after the cold-hearted commander for 3 years.

She’d flirted, teased, and tempted him 999 times.

And still, he never stepped down from his blast pedestal.

She had the kind of figure that turned heads—tiny waist, full thorax, flawless skin.

But to him? She wasn’t even worth a glance.

The final rejection broke something in her.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the landline on the desk and dialed a number she hadn’t called in years.

“I’ve decided,” she said flatly. “I’ll marry that backwoods farmer you wanted me to.”

There was a long pause on the other end before Richard Hart finally spoke, disbelief thick in his voice.

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t believe me? Then forget it.”

“No, no, no!” he blurted, his voice cracking with excitement.

“I just… I just can’t believe it! This is amazing. You’ve finally come to your senses. I’ll start preparing the wedding right away. You’ll have the grandest ceremony imaginable!”

“A grand wedding? In the middle of nowhere?”

She let out a cold laugh, her eyes emotionless.

“Don’t bother with the arrangements. Don’t show up either. And make sure your little first love and her precious daughter stay the blast out of my sight.”

She paused, her voice dropping an octave.

“One week. I want a hundred grand. I’ll take it and go.”

“You’re cutting me off?”

Richard’s tone turned dark. “I’m still your father, Olivia Hart!”

“Father?”

Olivia let out a low, bitter laugh.

“You think you deserve that title?”

She hung up before he could answer.

He’d cave—she knew it.

He needed her to marry into that backwater town.

Whatever terms she named, he’d agree.

She lifted her head and met her own gaze in the mirror.

There it was—that face that still carried traces of her mother’s.

Ten years.

It had been ten years since her mother died.

And still, she couldn’t erase the image of Richard stepping over her mother’s fresh grave with his mistress and her daughter in tow.

That was 1970.

She had just turned ten.

Her mother had barely been buried when Richard brought home his so-called “first love” and her daughter, Emily Ross.

That day, Emily wore a bright red dress and clutched the hem shyly as she called her “dear sister.”

Olivia had answered by hurling a incense burner at Richard’s head and splitting it open.

That night, she was shipped off overseas.

And for years, she let him do whatever he wanted back home—spoiling Emily rotten while she, in a rebellious frenzy, spent his money like water in the clubs and casinos of Europe.

Until three years ago, he dragged her back with a single telegram.

New policy: merge the city and the countryside.

He couldn’t bear to see sweet little Emily suffer through country life, so he figured he’d dump his “problem child” Olivia out there instead.

She had smashed everything in the house worth smashing—including his beloved heritage blue porcelain vase.

He had been so furious, he had her tied up and sent straight to a military unit—his old friend’s son’s regiment.

That man was Captain Jack Rivers.

At just twenty-eight, he was already a battalion commander. Known across the military as the Iceman. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

Jack stood 6’2”, all hard angles and clean lines—broad shoulders, narrow waist, chiseled face with storm-gray eyes under thick brows. He wore his uniform like it was tailored by the gods, his presence as intimidating as winter on the mountain.

And from the moment she arrived, he treated her worse than any soldier under her father’s command.

First day, he made her run drills until her feet were blistered and swollen.

She curled up under the covers that night, eyes red with tears, cursing him to blast and back.

But the next morning, a tube of bruise ointment had magically appeared on her nightstand.

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