Chapter 3

“Oh, look at that! What did I tell you? She’s still grossed out, doesn’t look allergic to me!”

Chloe looked at me impatiently.

Liam’s face was grim, his eyes filled with annoyance.

“Stella, stop making a scene, can I please have a normal birthday?”

One of Chloe’s friends rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, your little tricks are old news, we used to do that in middle school. Can’t you come up with something new?”

My entire body began to spasm, each breath feeling like a knife tearing through me.

“No… I’m really allergic…”

How I wished someone would save me, but in the entire private room, not a single person made a move.

Chloe pulled Liam to a nearby sofa.

“Forget about her, let’s cut the cake. If no one pays attention to her, she’ll be fine.”

After Liam cut the cake,

Whether by accident or on purpose, Chloe’s hand slipped, and a large dollop of cream splattered all over her chest.

Everyone started to tease and egg them on.

“Chloe, are you giving us a new show?”

“Forget paper, why doesn’t Liam just lick it off?”

“That’s not a punishment, that’s a reward! Hahahaha!”

“Liam’s girlfriend isn’t going to get jealous, is she?”

“She’s too busy faking an allergy, she wouldn’t notice!”

They giggled and laughed, a chorus of mockery.

My vision was blurry, but I felt Liam glance in my direction, then lower his head to Chloe’s chest.

Amidst the rising cheers, I saw their two figures intertwined.

It felt like a thousand ants were gnawing at me, every part of my body pricked with needles.

I struggled to get up, wanting to crawl out, but as soon as I lifted my head, my strength vanished.

In my despair, I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, a pill had popped out of its box and into my pocket.

I frantically fumbled for it.

The moment my fingers touched the pill, my breath hitched.

I clutched the pill tightly in my hand, slowly pulling it out of my pocket.

With the pill almost to my mouth, my heart hammered with excitement.

But my hand trembled uncontrollably, and I lost my grip. The white pill rolled onto the floor.

As I reached out, a leather shoe stomped down on it.

Chloe stood on her tiptoes, grinding her heel hard onto my swollen, sausage-like finger.

The piercing pain stole even my ability to scream.

“Why?”

Why are you doing this to me?

Chloe squatted slightly, her eyes level with mine.

“I hear your family is pretty wealthy, and you’re an only child. What if you died? Wouldn’t your parents give all their assets to your devoted fiancé?”

“And then, if I married your fiancé, wouldn’t all that wealth end up in my hands?”

My rage surged, making me want to kill this monster.

She never intended for me to live!

But her hopes were dashed.

Even though my parents only had me as a daughter, ours was a family business, and the Harrisons had several cousins in the extended family.

Even if I died, other Harrison family members would take my place as the new heir.

My eyes burned with fury.

But to Chloe, my anger made me look like a clown.

Chloe curved her lips into a smile, like a demon straight from hell.

“You’re really tough to kill, aren’t you? How about I give you a little push?”