บททั้งหมดของ Who Is the Nobody Here?: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

The term “sister in all but blood” implied less-than-innocent connotations. If Lucas Goodwin failed to give me a proper explanation on that day, I would cancel the engagement banquet.To my surprise, Lucas responded coldly, “Who are you? Since when does a stranger like you get to question my relationship with Vivian?”I was about to tell him that I was his fiancee, but he hung up abruptly.I became angry. How dare he not save my contact information?Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. “You wench! Did you really think having Lucas’s number makes you special? Keep dreaming!”She looked at me with open contempt. “Even the janitors at Goodwin’s Group dress better than you.”I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me.“What era are you even living in? To think you’d still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind t

According to my mother, his father had pulled countless strings to arrange this marriage alliance with our family. If he learned that his own son had ruined it, he’d skin Lucas alive.The thought lifted my mood a little. I could not be bothered to waste more time on these idiots, so I turned to leave.But Vivian, knowing that Lucas would back her up, refused to let it go. She blocked my path again.“Don’t even try to run, you wench! We’re not done here. You stole my gown and hit me!”I looked at her disdainfully. “What exactly do you want?”Mistaking my calm for fear, she raised her hand to slap me. “I’ll slap you until I feel satisfied!”I caught her wrist mid-swing and slapped her across the face without hesitation.She stared at me in shock, then yelled, “You wench! How dare you—”I gave her another slap and asked coldly, “Had enough?”Those two slaps wiped the arrogant look off Vivian’s face. She burst into tears and cowered behind Lucas.“Luc, do something!”Lucas shi

I was not the type to turn the other cheek to begin with. I certainly would not be after what Vivian just pulled.I stared at her with a furious gaze. First, I struck her repeatedly across the face to vent my anger.Then, I picked up the nail clipper she had used to slash my cheek and slowly brought it closer to her face.Vivian trembled violently. “Don’t—don’t you dare touch my face! I’ll fight you to the death!”Without hesitation, I made the first cut.She let out a bloodcurdling scream as a bleeding gash swelled along one cheek.I slashed the blade repeatedly. Soon, her face was swollen beyond recognition. It looked bruised and bloody.She could do nothing but wail in helpless agony as she was pinned down by the bodyguards.“Ahh! My face... my face is ruined!”It was true that a person would not know the pain until it was theirs to bear. When she tried to disfigure me, she should have expected retribution.Lucas, who was nearby, snarled at me, “You psychotic wench! When m

He pointed a shaking finger at me. “It was her! She locked me in that water cell! She deprived me of sleep, starved me, and forced me to eat rotten food!”I smiled slightly as I looked at him. “Yet you always licked the bowl clean though, didn’t you, Mr. Goodwin?”Human survival instincts were truly remarkable. I had ordered the guards to deliver just one meal of cold, rancid oatmeal per day.At first, Lucas proudly declared he would rather starve than touch such food. He was the chairman of Goodwin’s Group, after all.But after three days without food, pride became meaningless. They fought over that putrid oatmeal and even licked their bowls clean.Lucas glared at me savagely. “You vicious witch! Now that my father is here, your little game is over—”Sometimes I marveled at life’s scales of balance. When it gave you one thing, it would always take away another. Clearly, Lucas’s intelligence had been traded for his looks.Before he could finish his threat, Bernard struck him acr