Chapter 2

Scarlett's scream escalated to its peak, then abruptly cut off, as if someone had choked her.

"What are you doing! What exactly do you want!"

Watching the grim expression on his face, his eyes brimming with tears.

Besides a surge of pleasure, a pang of sorrow hit me, and tears fell without warning.

"What else could it be? You crippled my hand and eye. I'm just giving you an eye for an eye."

"Ah!"

"Listen, isn't it beautiful? Every joint in her fingers must be breaking."

Watching his pupils constrict violently, my smile grew even wider.

Damian Thorne's breathing hitched.

His self-proclaimed calm and composure shattered completely at that moment.

"Sera! If you dare touch that child or Scarlett, I will kill you!"

He lunged at me like a mad beast.

But he forgot, the price of crippling my right hand was that I learned to use my left.

In my left hand, I held a sharp surgical knife.

A cold glint flashed.

The hand he reached for me was sliced open, a wound deep enough to expose bone.

Blood dripped.

I licked my lips, pressing the knife tip against his heart.

"Don't get too excited, Damian."

"Murder is illegal. I wouldn't want to dirty my hands."

Listening to the woman's desperate cries from the phone, Damian Thorne's spine seemed to crumble, but he was restrained, only able to stare, impotently furious, before finally dropping to his knees before me.

I curled my lips, cut the call, and casually tossed the phone back to him.

"Go on, go be with your precious darling."

"But you'd better hurry. I'm afraid she'll lose her mind after hearing this 'music'."

The sirens outside were getting closer.

I didn't look at him again, turning to walk towards the elevator that belonged only to me.

"Damian Thorne, do you like this 'return gift'?"

The elevator doors slowly closed. Through the gap, I saw his face, contorted with rage and terror.

He thought this fire was the end.

No, this was just the beginning.

I returned to the old Blackwood estate.

This was the last place my parents left for me, and it was my fortress of revenge.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, I sat down at my mother's old vanity.

The woman in the mirror had a face as pale as death, only her eyes shone with a terrifying intensity.

I twisted open a lipstick and applied the fiercest shade of red.

Damian Thorne, you crippled my hand and eye. From the moment you kept a mistress, trampled our years of affection, and ruined my life, you deserved my hatred.

I will carve into everything you hold most dear.