Book6–Chapter 1
When my fingers were being broken one by one, my boyfriend Antoine Lopez was biting a cigarette, leisurely enjoying my miserable state.
When I was in such pain that I was about to faint, he ordered someone to bring a basin of chili water and pour it onto my wound.
I was in so much pain that I broke out in a cold sweat and could hardly make a sound. “Just kill me,”
I said.
Antoine smiled as he pinched my chin and said, “Killing you would be too easy for you, wouldn’t it? I want to make you suffer just like Kiley did, bit by bit. Noemi, if you dare to seek death, I will remove your brother’s oxygen mask and let him join you down there.”
Originally, he said he had never loved me, and it was true.
He approached me, just to seek revenge for Kiley.
I was in so much pain that I passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself locked in a dungeon.
The broken finger had been wrapped in gauze, but the pain was still unbearable.
Without thinking, I knew it was the doctor Antoine had called. He wanted to keep me alive to slowly torture me, so naturally he wouldn’t let my wound get infected and kill me.
The dungeon was dim and gloomy, and I huddled in the corner, feeling both pain and fear.
Antoine threw me here because he knew I was afraid of the dark.
I was locked up for a full two weeks, and besides the doctor who came to change my medicine, I on saw the servant who brought me food.
It would be more appropriate to say it was slops rather than calling it a meal.
All ten of my fingers were broken, I couldn’t even hold a bowl, let alone a fork. I could only crawl on the ground, like a dog, using my tongue to scoop up the spoiled rice in the bowl.
The photographer took a photo and sent it to Antoine, then told me, “The boss said he was
satisfied.”
In the past, when I was sick and refused to eat, Antoine patiently fed me bite by bite. Such
enderness and thoughtfulness, it turns out, were all fake.
Now that the mask has been torn off, he wishes he could trample me into the dust.
I knew I had no dignity, but I couldn’t die. Dawson Oneal was still lying in the hospital, and if I died, Antoine would definitely kill him.
A few more days passed, and Antoine’s new love, Tessa Rowland, came to visit me in the dungeon.
She covered her nose with a disgusted expression and said, “Tsk tsk, Noemi, you smell so bad. Just looking at you now, I feel disgusted.”
Tessa was my arch–nemesis.
She had been eyeing Antoine for a long time, knowing well that Antoine and I were about to get engaged, yet she kept throwing herself at him, only to be rejected by Antoine time and time again.
At that time, I was still full of pride, thinking that Antoine’s heart and eyes were all on me. I sarcastically mocked Tessa more than once, saying, “No one wants her even when she’s delivered to the door, how embarrassing.”
But at that moment, she was so glamorous and radiant, while I was so disheveled and embarrassed.
I said expressionlessly, “I’ve had enough of jokes, so just leave.”
Tessa raised a contemptuous smile and said, “Of course I haven’t seen enough. I came to tell you. that I was pregnant, Antoine’s child.”
She was pregnant.
Antoine was going to become a father.
My head exploded with a loud bang.
I stared at Tessa’s abdomen in astonishment, feeling a sharp pain in my chest like a knife twisting.
She laughed wildly, “Noemi, you ultimately lost to me.”
I hung my head down like dead ashes..
Yeah, I lost.
Three months ago, there was also a little life inside my belly.
I thought Antoine and I would have a breakthrough, but when he heard the news of my pregnancy, he just dragged me to the rooftop with an expressionless face, “This is the thirtieth floor.”
His voice was as cold as ice, “Noemi, you have two choices. First, go to the hospital and get rid of
the baby yourself. Second, I throw you down and save even the medical expenses get rid of
“Why?” I don’t understand why he suddenly changed after my father died.
His expression grew increasingly sinister, and the flames burning in his eyes seemed as if they were going to devour me.
He took me to a cemetery and said, “Kneel down.”
Ldidn’t have time to think much, and I was already kicked down onto the bluestone by him.
My knee was in sharp pain, and tears were almost falling from my eyes.
Antoine pointed at the photo on the tombstone and told me that it was Kiley, who had caught my father’s attention due to her remarkable appearance.
My father used some means to force her, and then he forced her to serve his business partner. Kiley couldn’t bear the humiliation and committed suicide.
That year, Antoine was only ten years old.
My dad had quite a lot of influence in Dragoncity, and both the legal and illegal sides had to give Chim some face.
Antoine transformed himself and hid under my father’s control for many years, all for the of avenging Kiley.
And I, I was just his tool for revenge.
