Pathological Heart Lock

I’m a total player juggling three different boyfriends.

After transmigrating into a horror game, I unexpectedly discovered that my boyfriends are all cold-blooded, psychopathic Big Bosses.

The good news: they don’t know the other two exist.

The bad news: they’re ruthless. If they ever find out I’m playing the field, I’m going to die a miserable death.

So, weak, pitiful, and helpless as I am, I spend every day frantically running between the three of them just to stay alive, trembling with fear as I desperately try to keep my “fish pond” from overflowing.

That is, until the bullet comments appeared before my eyes.

[Careful, sweetie. The Big Bosses seem to have noticed the existence of their other “brothers”~]

[You know what happens when the ship sinks, right?]

[Is she going to turn into a cream puff…?]

A chill shot through me. Suddenly, a pair of hands gently caressed my neck. One of my boyfriends breathed softly into my ear, “baby, what exactly is your relationship with the boss at the hospital next door?”