Here are the rewritten passages in English, following the specified styles: --- ### Writing Style 1: 【System/Bullet Screen Flow】 **— My mother is dying, and the System is forcing me to conquer a Black Lotus.** Hannah White's sharp, elegant face, imbued with the coldness of money, casually threw out the condition that could shatter everything. "Ten million. Make Frank fall in love with you, then hurt him badly. I'll cover your mother's medical expenses." **[System Prompt: Main Quest — Destroy target Frank's heart. Reward: Ten million. Time limit: One month. Failure Penalty: Your mother's life countdown begins.]** Watching my mother grow thinner in the hospital bed, I had no choice. In the tattoo parlor, Frank meticulously outlined a design for a customer. Ink stained his fingertips, yet there was a strange tenderness about him. I stood there, my heart feeling as if it were being scraped by an invisible knife. **[OMG, it's really one of those forced-love plots! Go, girl!][Upstairs, don't forget the FL is an undercover agent, this is an angsty romance!]** I didn't love him, and I shouldn't, so why did it hurt so much? When the heavy rain poured down, he offered me an umbrella, carefully shielding my still-wet tattoo. His deep, ink-dark eyes reflected my image, a concern so profound it made my heart ache. **[OMG, who can resist those eyes? This isn't deception, it's seduction!][Stop defending her, Scumbag Lucy!]** By accident, I left a note full of my struggles in the shop. Frank's friend, Carl, found it and warned him to "take action regarding Lucy." My heart twisted in agony because Frank had truly defied his family for me. Even when I tremblingly confessed, "I've been lying," he merely gave a bitter smile: "Stop playing games, Lucy." **[Frank is so devoted! Girl, stop now!][No! Focus on your career! Don't forget your mom!]** I told myself, this was the final step. I returned to the tattoo parlor, ready to complete the 'fake tattoo' that was destined to be ruined. But Frank had his back to me, his voice hoarse: "Jenny, come here. I don't want to see *your* tattoo destroyed." **[Holy shit! He knows?!][OMG! Black Lotus confirmed! Frank, what exactly did you see?!][Plot twist! Exciting!]** In that moment, I felt an invisible hand clench my heart, a chill shooting from my feet to the top of my head. He knew. He had known all along. **[System Prompt: Side Quest — Reveal the truth, Completion 0%.][System Prompt: Warning! Target's emotional state unstable!]** How would this dangerous lie ever conclude? --- ### Writing Style 2: 【Jing Circle Tycoon/CEO Style】 **— She was my prey, but also my damnation.** Hannah White’s lips, stained with scarlet lipstick, spat out ten million and the destruction of a man’s heart. My mother’s critical condition notice was a knife at my throat. Lucy, you had no choice. I stepped into Frank’s tattoo parlor. He sat in a corner where light and shadow intertwined, fingers gripping a tattoo gun, the lines of his arm muscles fluid. His eyes, deep as the midnight sea, saw through my facade instantly. I came here to play the greedy predator, but inadvertently, I became the prey in his gaze. "I don't love him, and I shouldn't." I repeated it a thousand times in my mind. Yet, when he braved the rain to hand me an umbrella, his long fingers gently covering my arm, protecting the still-wet ink, I felt a pain that reached my very bones. Not for him, but for the purity I was about to crush. The concern in his eyes was an invisible lock, trapping me tight. That damned note, filled with my inner turmoil, was found by his friend, Carl. Carl warned him to "take action regarding Lucy." But his 'action' was to defy the family he'd submitted to for years, all for me. "If it's the lying me you want, then this game, I can stop playing." His voice was hoarse, his eyes holding a corrosive pain, as if I had already plunged a blade into his heart. I thought I had almost won. Until I pushed open the tattoo parlor door again, ready to receive the 'fake tattoo' ritual, to complete my mission of destroying him. But Frank had his back to me, his voice as calm as the sea before a storm: "Jenny, you tattoo her. I don't want to see *your* tattoo destroyed." My heart plummeted. Not at the thought of the tattoo, but at his words, the casual detachment. He knew. That man, he had known from the very beginning. He was like a coiled viper, silently watching me step by step into the net he had personally woven. This was the real danger. Would his heart break? Or... would this deception cause the possessiveness in his eyes to utterly spiral out of control? --- ### Writing Style 3: 【Angst/Family Feud】 **— To save my mother, I personally extinguished his light.** Hannah White's icy voice pronounced my mother's death sentence, and Frank's future. "Ten million, to let his heart utterly wither." I gripped the check, my fingertips stinging, as if I could already foresee the bloody future. The first time I stepped into his tattoo parlor, sunlight streamed through the bay window, bathing his focused face. In that moment, I distinctly saw a beam of light. Frank, my target, a sensitive and meticulous soul. "I don't love him, and I shouldn't, so why this agony?" This thought, like a vine, grew wildly, coiling around my heart. When it rained, he held an umbrella over me, his palm warm, while my heart remained cold. His concerned gaze was a knife, a fire, scorching my soul, reminding me of my sin. That note, brimming with remorse, fell into the hands of Frank's friend, Carl, as if cursed. Carl warned Frank to "take action," yet Frank, for me, resolutely broke ties with the family that had bound him for so long. "I love you," he said. "I'm lying," I responded, trembling. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his gaze filled with endless weariness: "Stop playing games, Lucy." In that moment, I expected him to hate me, but I only saw his shattered tenderness. I dragged my heavy steps, returning to the tattoo parlor, intending to deliver the fatal blow. A fake tattoo, a real wound. "Jenny," Frank's voice was suffocatingly calm, "You do it. I don't want to see *your* tattoo destroyed." "Your tattoo..." My world collapsed. He knew. This sentence, like a thunderclap splitting through chaos, brought my world crashing down. He knew, he had known all along. How would this dangerous lie ever conclude? Would his heart break? Would he hate me to the bone for it? And would my gravely ill mother find salvation from this deception disguised as love? Lucy storms into Frank’s tattoo shop claiming love at first sight. What Frank doesn’t know—it’s all a trap set by his powerful mother and Lucy.Once betrayed and desperate to save her comatose mom, Lucy agreed to seduce Frank. But real feelings spark, leaving her torn between duty and love.When the truth explodes, Frank gives up his fortune and family name—choosing instead the woman who once broke his heart.