Chapter 2
I looked at the phone and remembered the time Isabella was trapped in the elevator.
She called out to me for help, but I ignored her and walked away in my high heels.
That night, I was locked in a small dark room by someone sent by the Waverley family heir.
For three days and three nights, nonstop sexual intercourse. The strong man on top of me seemed to know no fatigue, relentlessly punishing me with his body.
Theodore had my location on his phone, and only he could find me immediately.
I took advantage of the man’s absence to call him repeatedly for help.
His voice was husky and suggestive, yet he said, “As long as you apologize properly to Isabella, I’ll come to rescue you right
away.”
I refused to compromise, so I called the police, but I don’t know what tricks they used–the police couldn’t find me at all.
When the police came to verify the situation, my father, brother, and Theodore all said nothing like that had happened.
That time, I endured it for three days, pushing myself to the limit of what I could bear.
I was truly terrified and cried as I apologized to Isabella.
It was the first time in ten years that I had bowed down to that malicious mother and daughter.
It was also the first time in ten years that Isabella had trampled me underfoot.
She said she was glad her sister finally knew she was wrong.
My father and brother were relieved, saying I had finally become well–behaved and sensible, and to keep it up.
After coming out of the dark room, I developed claustrophobia.
I feared the dark and enclosed spaces, but at that moment, I felt no fear at all.
Perhaps only when one clings to the will to live does one feel such pointless fear.
I didn’t touch my phone.
I lay in the warehouse for three days.
I recalled many things.
I remembered when my mother was still alive, our family of four was happy together, and I was the most pampered little princess in the family.
I also remembered when my mother was sick, enduring the torment of chemotherapy, looking emaciated, and my father
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increasingly unwilling to come home.
I remembered my mother and father arguing, and I remembered that woman sending photos of herself and my father being intimate when my mother was at her most vulnerable.
I also remembered her coming to our house with her daughter to celebrate my mother’s last birthday.
My mother was so angry she was trembling.
That day, my mother had just returned from chemotherapy, already in immense pain, when her heart suddenly failed, and
she couldn’t be saved.
That day, my Sebastian held me and cried for a long time.
Sebastian gently stroked my back and said, “Victoria, don’t be afraid. You still have your brother. Your brother won’t let bad people bully you.”
Less than a month after my mother’s death, my father couldn’t wait to bring his mistress and stepdaughter home.
At first, Sebastian and I were united in our hatred for the mistress and her daughter.
When did Sebastian begin to accept them?
Perhaps it was when Isabella tremblingly offered him the only candy she had.
Or maybe it was when Isabella was bullied at school, yet stubbornly refused to bow her head, instead deliberately squatting on Sebastian’s path and wiping away her tears…
She had always been weak and pitiful, just like her mistress mother.
And I had always been the ruthless abuser.
I don’t know when it started, but Sebastian’s gaze toward me changed.
When I argued with Isabella, he chose to stand by her side.
He seemed to have forgotten his mother’s suffering, forgotten why she had died.
I confronted him, but he grew impatient, “Mom had cancer; it was incurable…
Look at that–how familiar and cold those words are.
Those were the very words Dad used countless times to excuse himself and defend his mistress, and now even Sebastian can utter them so naturally.
From that day on, I had no family left.
And now, the person I had taken back as family, for that vicious mother and daughter, had repeatedly stabbed me with the blade of death without hesitation.
I looked at my severed limbs, then at that dirty phone, and finally laughed.
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