Chapter 3

After marrying Gabriel Knight, everyone in Cloud City said his love for me knew no bounds.

I could freely enter and exit his private club, and he even generously gifted me a yacht.

I was the last conquest in his playboy life, able to keep him in bed. The media almost daily caught steamy photos of us at hotels.

Indeed, I put in a lot of effort to achieve all this.

That night, Gabriel imprisoned me in a private hot spring hotel. I was carefully applying fake scars to my inner thighs.

"Back then, when Mr. Rivers had a heart attack, your sister begged me on her knees to save him," he said, gripping my chin and pouring red wine into my mouth.

"Guess what I said? Unless she gave you to me to play with for three months."

"Who would have thought I wouldn't need her to do that? You came to me voluntarily."

I let the wine soak through my lace nightgown, offering no resistance, obedient and fawning.

"Your father's condition is very serious, you know? The hospital has already issued a critical condition notice."

"Your mother is now also lying in a hospital bed, sick with worry. Rivers Corp's stock price is plummeting, about to go bankrupt. Your sister even has to borrow money now to pay for their medical bills."

With each sentence, Gabriel's sharp, icy snake-like eyes stared intently at my face, afraid to miss even the slightest expression.

I curled my lips into a smile, my burning red lips lightly kissing Gabriel's Adam's apple, my tone cold and vicious.

"What does that have to do with me? If they die, they die."

"They're not my birth parents. Do they expect me to be grateful to them for life?"

Gabriel's eyes flickered. He cursed me for being heartless, but his eyes showed satisfaction.

"Mr. Knight, I have something even more exciting here."

I untied my robe, revealing a body covered in cigarette burns - all faked with special effects makeup glue.

"Would you like to try a branding iron?"

His eyes lit up with that familiar sadistic desire, just like when he used an iron to burn my sister's back in my previous life.

Afterward, as I lay on the bed, Gabriel gently caressed the scars on my back, placing a soft kiss on them.

"You're more interesting than Rose. She would only cry when beaten, but you climax."