Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twelve Red Lights, One Big Red Flag: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I shook my head, forcing away the unpleasant thoughts that began to creep into my mind.The car continued at a steady pace, but in front of us, the green light had already turned red.In my past life, I would have panicked, my mind turning to chaos at the sight of the red light, and I would have instinctively stopped the car.But then, Madeline suddenly screamed in pain, and within seconds, blood began to pool in the car.In the rush of the moment, she begged me to run the red light, saying she was dying.I, foolish as I was, had obeyed her without thinking. I sped through twelve red lights, each one a blur, the police sirens blaring behind me. But I heard nothing, my foot pressing down harder on the gas.Now, here I was again, in the same situation.I stopped the car, waiting for Madeline to act."Ah! Matt, I think I'm bleeding! Hurry, please, drive faster! I'm going to die!"I scoffed quietly.The same words, the same actions, the same expression.Blood poured from below h

Lily had completely lost control.I didn't understand it. Not long ago, when I was named the wealthiest man in the country, she had celebrated with unrestrained joy. She had told me she was the happiest woman in the world, swearing she'd rely on me for the rest of her life. I had indulged her, promising to take care of her. But now? Now, there wasn't even a shred of trust in her eyes.What did Lily truly want?After a few more slaps landed across my face, I turned to the lead surgeon. "Doctor, I never touched her—not even once. How could she have a miscarriage?"The doctor avoided my gaze, his expression tinged with a faint but unmissable trace of surprise. "When you went to the elevator, we didn't follow you."I pressed further, my voice edged with frustration. "Isn't there surveillance in the elevator?""There isn't," he replied plainly.In that moment, the ground beneath me seemed to crumble. My heart turned cold as stone.Once again, I was being accused of causing Madelin

Once inside, they began surveying the house, their eyes glinting with a mix of greed and envy. Some reached out to touch the vases, while others grabbed teapots and helped themselves to a drink. It was an outrageous display of audacity, as if they had rehearsed the art of shamelessness to perfection.My parents watched them coldly, saying nothing.Lily walked in with her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping the room before settling into a single-seater sofa."Matt," she said, her voice dripping with mock sorrow, "I never wanted your money in the first place. But you pushed my mother, causing her miscarriage. If not for that, do you think I'd be forced to such extremes today?"She dabbed at the corners of her eyes in a deliberate display of anguish. The performance, as crude as it was, succeeded in riling up her ragtag entourage. The man who had been inspecting a vase moments earlier now hurled it to the floor. It shattered, scattering shards across the room."That vase is a family he

She was already naturally captivating, her delicate features enough to draw anyone in. Now, with every tear she shed, every quiver of her voice, she pulled at the heartstrings of her audience with calculated precision."He did this," she said, voice trembling, "but I can't say his name. How could we ever fight against the power of capital? After my mom lost her baby, she's been bedridden. She's tried ending her life, again and again—all because of him. If it weren't for him, how could we have ended up like this?"The camera shifted to show her mother lying in a hospital bed, her lips pale as death. She cried, murmuring repeatedly that she didn't want to live anymore. The scene was devastating, heart-wrenching in its presentation, yet the omission of my name only served to stoke the curiosity and fury of her audience.Her livestream's followers multiplied each day as public outrage brewed. Today, the viewership had surged past 200,000, a milestone that marked her success in manipulat

"Do you have any proof that I ordered my bodyguards to beat you?" I asked.Lily, as if she had anticipated this question, rolled up her sleeves. Dark, angry scars snaked along her arms—stark evidence that stole the breath from everyone watching the live stream."This is the proof!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "These scars are proof of what you've done!"The audience in the live stream collectively gasped. The sight was ghastly, her injuries eliciting a visceral reaction. I scoffed, the faintest curl of disdain touching my lips. Lily had gone to such lengths to fabricate her innocence that I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity.For a moment, I remained silent, my brows furrowed in deliberate contemplation. She took my silence as a sign of helplessness and seized the opportunity to launch into another theatrical lament. Her tears fell like a tragic heroine wronged by fate, painting me as nothing less than a tyrant wielding absolute power."Ah, Lily," I fina