Chapter 2

"Mr. Carter, please have a seat here. Damien is already on his way back from the company."

"He'll be here soon."

The butler treated me with respect, smiling obsequiously.

I waved my hand. "No need to be so formal."

My words have always come true since birth.

Damien had been half-skeptical at first.

Two years ago, he tested my ability. I said one sentence--that their stock would rise.

That very evening, the stock skyrocketed.

The Foster family, which had been teetering on the edge of collapse, managed to hang on for two more years thanks to that one sentence.

From then on, Damien knew I was the person he'd been searching for.

To get me to speak those golden words again, Damien pulled out all the stops.

He even offered to add me to the Foster family trust's beneficiary list, letting me enjoy the family's privileges for life. Only then did I reluctantly agree.

After the butler settled me in, she went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit.

The other household staff treated me with utmost respect, their eyes full of reverence.

I sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for Damien to return, when a stabbing pain shot through my temple.

I frowned, turning just as a heavy decorative sculpture crashed into my head, instantly leaving it bloody.

I clutched my forehead, seeing through the blood the twisted face of Kyle Anderson.

The moment they saw me injured, the two household staff beside me panicked.

"Mr. Carter is an honored guest invited by Damien Foster himself. Who are you?"

Kyle ground his teeth. "Let's see who dares touch me. I'm Riley Foster's fiancé!"

"You bastard, how dare you seduce Riley! You even followed her home!"

His friends all looked at me with contempt.

"Look at this pathetic loser. How could he even compare to Kyle?"

"Anyone with working eyes knows who to choose."

"Sneaky bastard. We're going to teach you a good lesson today."

They tore me down with every word.

I frowned, my voice cold. "I'm not here to latch onto anyone. Stop spouting nonsense."

I turned to leave, but Kyle's heavy fist slammed into my face.

"Shameless trash! Don't think I haven't noticed you hovering around Riley all the time."

"You probably spend every day trying to get her attention, don't you?"

He lunged forward, his index finger nearly poking my face, his voice vicious.

I suddenly remembered Riley Foster.

To get me to speak those golden words for the Foster family, she came to see me every day, all smiles and sweet concern.

I never expected Kyle Anderson to be her fiancé.

The servants around me quickly reacted, surrounding me protectively and carefully trying to stop my bleeding.

My voice was ice-cold. "Damien invited me here to help. I have nothing to do with your fiancée."

One of the staff members carefully spoke up for me. "Mr. Carter has the ability to make his words come true."

At those words, Kyle doubled over with laughter, laughing so hard tears came out.

"You say your words come true? Then I guess I'm God himself."

"You've said so much--I don't see anything coming true."

I sighed inwardly.

Though I had the ability to make my words come true, it only worked effectively once a year.

I wouldn't use this ability lightly.

Kyle sneered, hands in his pockets. "Do I look like some idiot who'd believe that?"

"You dare to be a homewrecker with me, Kyle Anderson? I'll make you pay."

His eyes fixed on me like a poisonous snake.

The people around him stepped forward, looking at me mockingly.

He was coming for me.

I stepped back, my voice hoarse. "If you touch me, the Foster family won't let you get away with this."

Kyle was the first to rush forward, grabbing my hair and slamming my head hard against the ground.

"Little bastard, you really dare to talk."

"Brothers, get him! Teach this homewrecker a good lesson!"