Chapter 5

With one command, a bodyguard behind Melody immediately walked toward me holding a knife.

Seeing this, one of the more timid friends spoke nervously, "Melody, this is Mr. Blackwood's territory after all. If we go this far, won't it be... inappropriate?"

Melody said without hesitation, "What's inappropriate about it? Tristan is my man. His home is my home. I'm just teaching a shameless bitch a lesson in my own home. Who dares say anything?"

"Besides, Tristan adores me so much. Even if I killed this bitch, he wouldn't frown at me."

The other friends chimed in, "Exactly. Our Melody is the woman Mr. Blackwood treasures. What can't she do?"

"Mr. Blackwood will only feel sorry that Melody worked so hard teaching this bitch a lesson."

With their encouragement, even the timid friend felt reassured and watched the show.

I lay on the ground, watching the knife in the bodyguard's hand come closer and closer.

I was terrified. I screamed in panic, "I really am Tristan's wife! If you do this, he'll never forgive you!"

But my threats had no effect.

The bodyguard moved like a heartless machine. He reached me and thrust the knife into my mouth.

I tried to escape, but Melody's friends held me down firmly.

I tried to dodge, but the gleaming blade had already pried deep into my mouth.

The knife fell.

Through the haze, I saw massive amounts of blood and my severed tongue falling from my lips.

The pain reached its peak.

It felt like every nerve in my body had snapped. I was on the verge of passing out.

I lay in a pool of blood like rotting flesh, unable to move, barely breathing.

Melody crossed her arms, admiring the scene from above. "With your pathetic looks, even if you got surgery to look like me, Tristan would never spare you a glance. He loves ME as a person, understand?"

"Not everyone has my good fortune. Not just anyone can make Tristan fall for them."

"Since you're so desperate for men, I'll give you a few."

She looked at the bodyguards behind her coldly. "I'm giving this bitch to you as a reward. Whoever performs best gets two hundred thousand dollars!"

Hearing this, the bodyguards' eyes lit up instantly.

They rubbed their hands together eagerly and pounced on me like wolves.

I lay limp on the ground with no strength to resist.

I wanted to cry out, but without my tongue and with my mouth full of blood, I couldn't make a sound.

I could only let them violate me.

Though Tristan obsessively kept me imprisoned here, he never hurt me or touched me.

Even when I refused to be intimate with him, he never forced me.

He said he would wait until I willingly gave myself to him.

He said I was destined to be his woman for life.

But now I was drowning beneath these bodyguards, helpless.

Despair and hopelessness engulfed me completely.

I couldn't make a sound. Only tears streamed down my face.

Tristan, is this the outcome you wanted?

Melody's friends watched the show while flattering her. "Our Melody was born to be Mrs. Blackwood. You really know how to handle people."

"Right? Look at this bitch. She was so cocky at first, but now she's crying. Haha, she'll never dare seduce men again."

"Congratulations, Melody, on successfully eliminating another slut. Let's see who else dares compete with you for Mrs. Blackwood's position!"

Melody beamed with pride, like a victorious general. Her triumphant smile never faded.

But suddenly, the excited bodyguards showed strange expressions.

The next moment, one bodyguard stood up and reported, "Miss Winters, this woman is dead!"

Hearing this, Melody grimaced in disgust. "What wretched luck! Just dig a hole and bury her. The last thing we need is that filth polluting Tristan's view."

The words had barely left her mouth when Tristan stepped into the courtyard.

"What are you doing?" his voice cut through the air, cold and demanding.