Chapter 3

Bobby continued, "Other women with crescent moon-shaped birthmarks have also been brought in before, but they didn't know where the birthmark should be located on the person that the boss was trying to find. So they would just randomly tattoo a mark on their bodies and show up.

"Meanwhile, the boss has already gotten rid of all those people."

Amber shuddered hard when she heard that. However, Bobby then added, "You're lucky that this woman's birthmark is exactly where the boss wants it to be.

"Just wait and see. If she really is the person the boss wants, then your 50-million-dollar-debt won't just be waived off—both you and your friend here will be living like royalty for the rest of your lives."

Amber's eyes darted around, her expression suddenly changing.

I had a bad feeling about this and opened my mouth with whatever consciousness I had left.

"I… I am…"

"Bobby, I'm sorry!"

Amber suddenly rushed toward me and dug her sharp nails into my thighs. "Her birthmark is fake! I can't lie to the boss like that! I'll pay back every penny of the 50 million dollars I owe! I don't want to get it waived anymore!"

Bobby flew into a rage.

"You're really asking for death, Amber Stone!"

He pointed his gun at her, and she immediately fell to her knees.

"I don't know where she heard about the correct location of the birthmark, and she went to get it tattooed on herself! She even forced me to bring her here! She said that she wanted to take advantage of the boss' wealth and enjoy a life of luxury forever!

"I'm telling the truth! She threatened to kill my parents if I refused to do this for her!"

Amber wouldn't stop begging and pleading for mercy, crying hard as her tears ran freely.

Meanwhile, I could only gasp for air as I weakly shook my head.

"I didn't… I am—"

"Stop lying, Roxanne Sweeney! You might be able to fool them now, but you won't be able to keep them fooled for the rest of your life! What if the boss found out that your birthmark was fake? You'd die an even worse death!"

Bobby glared down at us condescendingly, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the birthmark on my stomach as if he was trying to discern who was telling the truth.

However, he didn't seem to know that Dad was simply looking for his daughter, not a mistress.

If only he'd take a good look at my face, he would probably realize that I looked quite similar to Dad.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout at the door.

"Bobby! Those guys from before are causing trouble again in the casino!"

Bobby took his gun and walked out of the room.

"You, and you, stand guard at the door and don't let either one of them leave. I'll be right back."

The door closed shut afterward, leaving only Amber and me behind.

Amber lowered her voice and said, "I can't believe that the casino boss would have such a strange fetish, even letting any woman with the matching birthmark be his wife!"

I fought to stay conscious, but my body wouldn't stop sliding downward. Blood continued pouring from the wound on the back of my head, and I knew that I couldn't hold on much longer.

"What… What are you planning to do…"

A flash of deranged madness crossed Amber's face, her chest heaving as she spoke.

"I was wrong. I thought all he wanted was just a mistress… But no. I can't let you be his wife. You can't.

"Otherwise, you'll never let me go for this, just like how I would never let you go!"

I panted heavily and shook my head.

"We're best friends. If you'll let me go, I won't hold this against you."

"Impossible! You'd hate me to death for this!"

"I'm telling the truth… Just think about it. You can't pay back the 50 million dollars without me. They'll probably just sell you to North Cavada as a slave, and it's going to be even worse for you there!"

Amber froze, her eyes darting around rapidly as she looked everywhere around us.

Seeing that there was still a glimmer of hope, I continued, "If you let me go, I swear that I won't say a single word about this. I'll let you enjoy your life with me. As for the 50 million dollars… I'll pay it back for you instead."

Something finally changed in her eyes. She licked her dry lips, and I silently heaved a sigh of relief.

However, I hadn't even finished sighing when she suddenly clenched her fists and said, "No way!

"You've always been a stubborn one, and you've never stopped searching for your biological parents for years! You'd never forgive me for this!

"I'll think of another way to pay back the 50 million dollars, but I'm going to have to sacrifice you anyway!"

Then, she suddenly produced a penknife and stabbed it straight into my birthmark.

I screamed in pain, but she clapped her hand over my mouth to muffle it.

She then carved out the outline of the birthmark on my stomach before taking out a vial of transparent liquid and forcing it into my throat.