เข้าสู่ระบบThe words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But I had only been home for three months when their adopted daughter Yara Shaw rushed over and grabbed my hand during my older brother John Shaw's birthday party. Then she threw herself backward and crashed into a thorny rosebush, screaming. My mom came running when she heard the scream. When she saw the bloody scratches covering Yara's arm, she slapped me across the face. "Yara has a severe bleeding disorder! I don't care how jealous you are, you shouldn't try to kill her." Dad walked over right behind her, his eyes red as he pointed at me. "We've tried so hard to make it up to you, and this is how you repay us? Kneel and beg for forgiveness! You can get up once you understand how wrong you were!" I gritted my teeth. Fine. If they wanted me to speak that badly, I would give them what they wanted. I looked straight at Yara and opened my mouth, those accursed words clear…
ดูเพิ่มเติมWhen the first snow fell at the end of the year, the Shaw family's last mortgaged asset was seized and sold off. That same day, the new company under my name moved into the twin towers downtown. I bought a large apartment and Martha became the head housekeeper there. After John smashed her head open with a teapot, I paid for her treatment at the best private hospital and arranged a job for her daughter. Now, she cooked something different for me every day and helped me gain ten pounds. "Miss, eat the soup while it's hot." Martha walked over with a bowl, smiling widely. I took the bowl and sipped from it. The phone on the table vibrated and it was a bank transfer notification. A payment of five hundred dollars had arrived. The note read, [I got paid today. It's cold, so remember to dress warmly.] Over the past year, John had gone to the mines up north for work. My words about scraping a living from the dirt had come true, quite literally too. I heard that in his first
Yara's withdrawal symptoms from the banned drug lasted two full months. Because I had drained the company, Dad could no longer afford the expensive private ward, so he had to transfer her to a six-bed shared room. That day, I brought my legal team to the hospital to have Yara sign a debt transfer agreement. As soon as I reached the ward entrance, I heard things being smashed inside. Mom was holding Yara's flailing arms tight, while Yara bit Mom's shoulder hard enough to cause bleeding. Her eyes were red as she roared at Mom. "Give me the drugs. Go to the black market and buy them for me! I can't take it anymore!" Mom cried out in pain and held Yara's face with both her hands. "Yara, taking so much of that drug can kill you... Hold on a little longer… The doctor said you'll be fine once you get through this..." "I can't get through this." Yara shoved Mom away, her nails digging into the bedsheet. "If I hadn't been trying to drive that witch Renee out of the family, I would
Yara was tied to the hospital bed. The withdrawal from the drug, combined with the agony of her fractures, made her scream day and night. To stop her from hurting herself, the doctors used restraints to secure her limbs to the hospital bed's metal rails. She would only be able to use a wheelchair for the rest of her life. I left the Shaw family that very day. Half a month later, I was taking out the trash at my apartment building. When I turned around, John was standing beside the trash bins. He had lost so much weight that he looked like a different person. His eyes were dark, and his suit hung wrinkled on him. When he saw me, he quickly walked over to me and took something from his pocket, and held it out to me in both hands. It was the moonstone pendant he had torn out from my neck, the broken necklace had been replaced with a brand-new gold chain. "Renee..." John's voice was hoarse and thick with pleading. "I found the pendant and brought it back. I went to the mona
Yara's wounded expression froze. She opened her mouth and was about to argue, but her neck suddenly jerked in a violent spasm. She raised her hand, and her nails dug uncontrollably toward her collarbone. At first, she only scratched lightly. A few seconds later, both hands were digging hard into the skin at her neckline and dragging down. Five bright-red scratch marks appeared. "It's so itchy... John… My whole body is itchy!" Yara screamed and writhed on the hospital bed, her hands clawing wildly at her arms, chest, and thighs as if she had gone insane. Her hospital gown tore open, and large patches of skin were scratched raw. Blood ran down with skin flakes. John panicked and held her hands down. "Yara! Stop scratching! Be careful of your legs!" But Yara could not hear him at all. Her eyes rolled back, and a beastlike growl came from her throat. She broke free from John and went straight for her calves, which were encased in heavy casts. "There are insects in my bones! They'






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