ログインThe Whitaker family, which had once been a glorious business empire, collapsed overnight.Mrs. Whitaker was convicted on multiple charges, including intentional assault, attempted murder by proxy, and malicious false accusation. She was sentenced to life imprisonment and would spend the rest of her days behind bars.All of Lydia’s lies and crimes were exposed to the light. She became a pariah, a rat everyone shouted at in the streets.Under overwhelming public pressure and relentless terror, her mind completely broke. She was forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital, where she spent her days clutching a pillow, muttering over and over, "Gavin, save me."As for Gavin, he did not die.The massive blood loss from the ruptured femoral artery, followed by a chain of extreme physical and psychological shocks, triggered a severe brainstem stroke. Medically, he became what was commonly known as a vegetative patient, but not entirely.His consciousness was fully intact. He could hear,
Inside the detention center, I was granted one chance to make a call to the outside world.I did not call Gavin. Instead, I dialed an unfamiliar number.On the other end of the line was Noah Blackwell, an investigative reporter known for exposing elite family scandals, someone famous for his ruthless reporting."Hello. This is Sienna Moore," I said. "I have an exclusive for you. A bombshell big enough to completely destroy the Whitakers. But there is a condition. You have to help me with something."At the same time, Mrs. Whitaker was using money to grease the wheels."Take good care of her in there. Create an 'accident.' Do it cleanly. Leave no evidence. Let her understand that some people are far beyond what she can afford to offend."Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.Because of the so-called kidnapping case involving the "CEO's wife", the Whitaker family was engulfed in scandal, and the company’s stock price plunged.Overwhelmed, Gavin was forced to hold a
At the Whitaker family dining table, the wheel of fortune had finally turned.Now, the ones staring at a small bowl of soup and pickled vegetables every day were Mrs. Whitaker and Lydia.In front of me, however, the table was filled with delicacies from the mountains and seas, rich caviar, and every luxury dish imaginable.Gavin had issued a strict order. They could only watch whatever I ate. Only after I was finished were they allowed to touch the leftovers.This double torment, both psychological torment and humiliation, drove Lydia completely insane.She watched as my complexion grew rosier by the day under Gavin’s feeding, then looked at her own gaunt face in the mirror. The poisonous fire of jealousy burned away the last of her reason.She could not wait any longer. She had to set a trap. A dead-end trap that would ensure Sienna could never turn things around again.She spent a fortune hiring a group of desperate criminals and staged a kidnapping herself.Two days later, s
Mrs. Whitaker and Lydia no longer dared to lay a hand on me, but their torment simply shifted into a more covert form.They bribed the newly hired chef and began rationing my food. Every meal tray brought to me contained nothing more than a small bowl of soup and a few bland pickled vegetables."Hmph. If you want to deal with a snake, strike where it hurts most," Mrs. Whitaker said smugly to Lydia. "Starve that little witch to death. Let us see how she keeps causing trouble then."They believed that as long as I was too weak from hunger, I would no longer be able to threaten Gavin with self-harm.I did not resist or complain. I ate whatever they sent.Very quickly, in just three days, I collapsed in my room from severe malnutrition and starvation.At the moment I fell to the floor, something went wrong far away at the Whitaker Group headquarters.Gavin was in the middle of a meeting with the company’s top executives, presenting the quarterly financial report. Suddenly, his visio
Gavin all but rushed home, reeking of blood.He kicked the bedroom door open. What he saw was me sitting on the carpet, the steel pen still dripping blood in my hand, the wound on my arm so severe it was impossible to look away.I was looking at him with a calm so eerie that he had never seen it before.In that instant, he finally understood. This was not an accident or a coincidence, and certainly not a curse.This was me launching a deliberate attack."Sienna, you’ve lost your mind!" The shock in his eyes was quickly swallowed by a mix of rage and fear.He lunged forward, trying to snatch the pen from my hand.I did not dodge. I only lifted the sharp nib lightly and pressed it to my own throat, right against the fragile artery there."Take one more step," I said with a faint smile, my voice quiet but enough to freeze him in place, "and I will let you experience what real death feels like."He stared at me, veins bulging on his forehead, his chest heaving violently.He wante
Gavin shoved Mrs. Whitaker to the floor. She stared at him in disbelief. "Gavin, you pushed me because of this witch?"Lydia was stunned for a moment before reacting. She immediately rushed forward in tears. "Gavin, you misunderstood! It was Sienna who suddenly went crazy, saying she did not want to live anymore and tried to stick her head into the toilet. Mrs. Whitaker and I were trying to save her!""Yes! She was trying to kill herself!" Mrs. Whitaker instantly seized the chance, her voice breaking with tears. "We were trying to stop her. Who knew you would come in and just..."She clutched her chest, looking as if she might faint at any second.Gavin looked at the absurd scene in front of him, his head throbbing with pain.On one side were his hysterical mother and the woman he loved, both crying.On the other side was me, barely clinging to life.In the end, he chose to pick me up and carry me quickly into the bedroom. With a loud bang, he locked the door from the outside.







