The pain in her gut made her scream nonstop, but she glared at me through the screen.
(Reagan, you fucking BITCH! Even if you kill me, Marcus will never love you!“]
Cage 1
“Hurting me will only make him hate you more!”
“Reagan, you don’t DESERVE love! You deserved that miscarriage, you deserved getting dumped, you’ll die alone and miserable! Hahaha-
Her crazed laughter echoed through the hall]
Guests went pale with terror.]
I lifted Marcus’s chin with my knife tip.
“Hear that? She says you’ll hate me.”
“Sound familiar?”
Despite kneeling, Marcus kept his back straight, defiant.
“She’s not wrong. Reagan. Stop this madness.”
“Don’t make me hate your“]
I smashed a wine bottle over his head, blood instantly blurring his features.]
“Marcus, eight years ago you chopped off my boyfriend’s hands, BEGGING me to hate you.“[]
“Now you’re saying this shit? Don’t you think that’s hilarious?!”
I stabbed the knife into his calf.
The sound of his tendon snapping was crystal clear.]
Marcus’s forehead broke out in cold sweat.
“I forgot.”
Those two casual words shattered eight years of my feelings.
“Forgot? I’ll help you remember.“]
*Cut off Wendy’s hands!”
“If Mr. Steele still can’t remember, there are two legs left.“[]
“Don’t worry–you’ve got all the time in the world to think.”
I twirled the knife, fascinated by the changing expressions on his face.[]
On screen, the blade approached Wendy’s body.]
He went crazy, lunging forward to stab my knife into his own left hand.
“Cut mine. Leave her alone.”
I suddenly laughed like a maniac, clapping for him.
“How touching.”
With each stab, I asked:
“Remember now?”
Marcus kept nodding.
But I was never satisfied.[]
Not until all four limbs were bloody and he couldn’t move, still kneeling on the floor.
Finally, Marcus’s phone buzzed.
He looked up sharply.
The screen switched to show my villa surrounded by his men.
The relic I’d carefully preserved was in a bodyguard’s grip.
Marcus put on that familiar look of total control.[]
“Reagan, stop now or you’ll never see this thing again“]
The familiar arrogance–I’d seen it countless times.]
Back when he faced enemies alone, when he’d risk everything for me–same attitude.]
Difference was, now his enemy was me.]
My breath caught, eyes filling with despair.
“Marcus, that was YOUR child too.”
“You’re the one forcing this!”
“Last time I’m saying it–let Wendy go!”
I suddenly smiled, face cold, but still said nothing.
Marcus
nodded at his man.]
The relic dropped into a pool, washing down the drain.
Wendy’s laughter turned maniacal.
“Reagan, so what if you kill me!”
“Marcus will avenge mel“]
“You’ll never have peace! Your kid will die with me, your parents will never rest!“]
Marcus’s men cut the feed and switched to the cemetery footage.[]
The tombstones were smashed, urns dug up.
Marcus dragged his ruined body over to a chair with difficulty.[]
“Let her go or your parents are next!”
Guests stared in shock.]
“Reagan’s parents? Aren’t those Mr. Steele’s adoptive parents? I heard they treated him like their own son. Has he lost his mind?”
“Miss Vale’s threatening his pregnant girlfriend–no wonder Mr. Steele lost it. Nobody could handle watching that.”
Among the mocking voices, my eyes went red.]
“Marcus, my parents never wronged you.”
“But you wronged Wendy.”
At his signal, the urn smashed in the mud.
But empty inside.
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Chapter 8
Marcus froze
I laughed wildly.
“You think I’m still that same idiot?“]
“Marcus, this was your LAST chance and you still disappointed met“]
“We didn’t have to end up like this.“]
Out of moves, Marcus deflated completely.]
“What do you want?“]
“You’ve already ruined my wedding.“]
“What do I want? Depends how far you’ll go for Wendy.”
Marcus went quiet.]]
After a long pause, he raised his hand, motioning a bodyguard forward with his knife.
He stabbed out his own eye.]
Blood gushed from the socket as he gritted his teeth:
“Is this enough?”
I nodded with satisfaction, projecting Wendy onto the big screen.
“Going this far for an enemy’s daughter–you really are devoted, Marcus.”
Wendy instantly froze, shaking her head frantically.]
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand!“]
“Marcus, don’t listen to her–she’s a psychol
Marcus frowned hard, unable to wipe blood from his ruined hands.
1 kindly stepped forward, cleaning his good eye.
“Now take a look–does Wendy seem familiar?“]
Wendy tried to avoid his gaze.]
I had the bodyguard grab her jaw, forcing her to look up, exposing her full features.
Then pulled out his photo, holding it next to Wendy–both right there for Marcus to compare.
“How about now? Recognize her?”
The photo showed the man who’d stormed our home and murdered my parents.
The bastard who killed my child.]
Marcus had slaughtered his entire family for revenge.[]
But he’d missed one–the daughter studying abroad.[]
Truth surfaced piece by piece.[]
Marcus stared at Wendy’s face with his one good eye.]
After a long moment, he suddenly laughed like a lunatic
Tears streamed from his destroyed eye, turning to bloody tracks.
Wendy kept denying it.]
“Won’t admit it? No problem.”
“By the way, where’s your father buried? Bet you don’t know.”
“After years of peaceful rest, suddenly getting disturbed by his own daughter–I’m sure he won’t blame you.“[]
