Chapter 3
Vivian let out a pig-like squeal, her whole body arching in pain.
I gripped the handle with both hands, using every ounce of strength to push it down, even viciously twisting the blade!
"You worthless trash, how dare you hurt me!"
Her face went deathly pale, veins bulging on her forehead, but she suddenly kicked me hard in the chest.
I'd already lost so much blood. That kick landed with full force, sending me flying backward to slam into the wall. Something sweet rose in my throat, and I spat out blood.
Vivian clutched her bleeding stomach, her face contorted as she shrieked:
"I'll add five hundred grand! Whoever kills this bitch gets the money!"
Before she finished speaking, a bodyguard charged at me.
The same chair that had hit my sister now came crashing down toward my head.
"Don't touch my sister!"
My sister found strength from somewhere and lunged forward, wrapping her body around his legs.
"Get off!"
The bodyguard roared, his elbow slamming down hard on the back of her head.
A dull thud. My sister's body shuddered. She coughed up blood and collapsed, motionless.
I threw myself at my sister's side like a madwoman, holding her body tight, calling out again and again:
"Madison! Wake up! Madison!"
Two bodyguards rushed up and pinned down my arms. I struggled desperately, my wound tearing open, staining the wedding dress even redder with blood.
Vivian staggered over clutching her stomach and ripped open the acid-burned fabric on my shoulder!
"Ahhh——!"
My whole body convulsed in pain. The rotting flesh was torn away forcefully, blood and tissue fluid streaming down.
"Can't take it already?"
Vivian sneered, digging her nails into my wound.
"When you were crawling into someone else's husband's bed, didn't you think this day would come?"
"Don't worry, I've prepared a special gift for you two!"
Vivian's high heels rained down on me like hail, each kick landing on my most painful wounds.
My vision went black. I lost consciousness completely.
When I came to, blinding lights made it impossible to open my eyes.
I found myself bound to a cold marble table alongside my sister, hands and feet locked in iron chains.
Our bodies were covered in sticky raw fish slices, the fishy stench overwhelming.
My sister lay beside me, still unconscious, her face bloodless.
I struggled desperately, but the chains wouldn't budge.
Gritting through the pain, I shouted my sister's name:
"Madison, you have to hold on. Dad will be here soon. Please don't fall asleep."
Then I twisted my head and glared at Vivian:
"If anything happens to my sister, I will never let you go!"
Vivian crossed her legs leisurely and sneered:
"Don't worry. She won't die."
She suddenly waved her hand. A bodyguard beside her grabbed a huge bucket of ice water and hurled it at my sister!
The bone-chilling water mixed with ice chunks slammed into my sister. Her face instantly went deathly pale. She woke with violent trembling.
My sister weakly lifted her head, but her gaze remained razor-sharp:
"Vivian, do you know who you're messing with?"
Vivian shrieked back,
"I don't care who!"
"Wait until my husband gets here. You'll see who really runs New York!"
She sneered, pointing at the raw fish covering us:
"But right now, enjoy the gift I prepared for you."