Soon, bids came from the next booth over.[]
Whatever I bid, he’d add a million on top.]
Until the photos sold for eighty million, I nodded with satisfaction.]
Didn’t bid higher.]]
After all, making him bleed was just step one.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.
Reagan, you better watch your back
[You’re next!]]]
Chapter 3
The finale lot was a relic supposedly good for protecting pregnancies.
I couldn’t help but laugh
This was the little princess’s revenge?]
Pathetic.]
But my smile died on my lips.[]
The screen showed my daughter’s desecrated grave.]
The urn was empty.
“I heard this was your first child, and losing her caused your mental breakdowIL“]
“Too bad there weren’t many ashes left–just enough for one relic”
“Miss Steele, do you like this gift?”
My breath stopped. Nails dug into my palms.[]
I kicked down the door to the next booth.]
Wendy was curled in Marcus’s arms, smiling brightly.
“I like this piece. Can you get it for me, Marcus?”
“It’s meant to get back at her anyway. If you want it, it’s yours.”
Fury consumed me as pressed my knife to his throat.]
“You know what this means to me!”
“Marcus, you BASTARD!”
This was mine and Marcus’s first child. Our only child.]
When I was pregnant, he was caught in gang warfare, barely surviving.
I hid in the villa’s basement but the enemies found me anyway.
Five months pregnant, I used the knife he gave me to gut that man completely.[]
When Marcus came home, I’d already burned the villa to the ground.
He held me in front of the flames, sobbing brokenly.]
“I swear, every single one of them will pay.”
“Til baptize our daughter’s path to rebirth with their blood.“]
He kept his word, but our child was gone.]
The fire left permanent scars across my belly.
Now he was making a joke of it all.]
“Dead people’s stuff–is it really worth obsessing over?“]
“Besides, you started this. Consider it compensation for Wendy.“]
Wendy stepped closer, grinning.
“Exactly, Miss Steele. I heard this baby died horribly because you’re cursed.”
“I had monks bless this relic for a whole month to make it!“]
“Your constant miscarriages, the failed IVF–maybe this dead baby resents you?”
Her words stabbed straight through my heart, leaving me bloody.
I slammed her face–down on the table, pulling out my knife to slice her cheek.
“Did those monks mention you’d have a bloody disaster today?”
“Wendy, I was gonna let you slide. You signed your own death warrant
The blade flashed down, blood blooming like flowers on her face.
Just as I aimed for her throat, Marcus kicked the knife away.
“ENOUGH! How long are you gonna keep this shit up?“]
Before he finished, I pressed my gun to Wendy’s forehead.
His eyes blazed hotter.
“Reagan! Was Wendy wrong about anything?“]
“Look at yourself! How are you different from a fucking psycho?”
“If you hadn’t insisted on going out to kill that night, would our baby have died? When will you learn to reflect on your own damn problems!“||
The gun shook in my hand, nearly firing.
