Chapter 2

My vivacious sister, who always had a smile for everyone, my only family, died because a group of monsters had gone too far when "having fun" with her.

The only light in my life had been heartlessly extinguished. And so, I'd transformed myself and gotten a job at the Somner residence as a lowly maid.

…

Gerald's hands roamed over my body after we were done. I could vaguely sense that he was satisfied with the pleasures I'd brought him.

He lit a cigarette and gave me a sidelong glance. "From now on, you'll be my personal assistant. I'll make your dream come true."

He thought I'd only seduced him because I wanted a more cushy job. I shook my head as tears welled in my eyes. "Being able to have your heart and mercy for a brief moment is already the luckiest thing that's happened to me, Mr. Lindt."

"How did your sister die?" he suddenly asked.

It took me aback. Then, I answered hoarsely, "Some monsters tormented her to death. They're rich and powerful, so they've escaped punishment to this day."

Gerald sighed. His gaze seemed to take on a genuine hint of pity as he looked at me. "I can't believe there are inhumane creatures like that in today's society. I'll think of a way to help you seek justice for your sister."

I leaned into his embrace tenderly, but my heart was stone-cold. I wonder how he would feel if he learned that his fiancée was the leader of the monsters I'd mentioned.

I couldn't help chuckling at that thought. It diminished the weak demeanor I portrayed, turning me into a rose in bloom. For a second, Gerald was dazzled.

I whispered sweet nothings to him, but my heart was filled with venom. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, throwing a leg around his waist. Then, I said breathily, "We're all alone here, Mr. Lindt. How about we…"

Young men couldn't resist any temptation. Gerald pinned me to the couch and had his way with me over and over again.

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I mopped the floor, my waist still sore from yesterday's activities. Then, Rachel tottered to me in her heels with another young woman who was dressed expensively. They shoved me into the bathroom and refused to let me leave.

I stared at the other woman for a while before laughing softly. Rachel scowled and snapped, "What are you laughing at?"

I was laughing at how these rich kids conspired to commit crimes. The arrogant woman with Rachel was Isla Sadler—she was one of the people who'd caused Lila's death.

She didn't bother with any formalities before gripping my neck and pinning me against the wall. Her exquisite nails dug into my flesh, immediately making it hard for me to breathe.

Rachel laughed derisively before scratching my face lightly with her long nails. "Why can't you face reality? You're nothing but a peasant who reeks of desperation and squalor. How dare you think about seducing my fiancé!"

She slapped me a few times without hesitation. My face immediately became swollen; she and Isla laughed their heads off at the sight.

Then, Rachel held her head high, looking almost innocent when she did that. Her gaze turned loving. "Gerry has doted on me since we were children; there's no way he'd get involved with a cheap wench like you."

I snorted to myself and shifted my body to reveal the hickey on my collarbone. Rachel kicked me in the abdomen with the pointy tip of her heel. I fell to the floor and curled up from the pain.

She pulled a fruit knife from somewhere and gestured at my face. Her grin turned evil. "You do look quite pretty, and there's something familiar about you. What if I were to ruin your face?"

"You're a genius, Rach," Isla said. "A vixen like her only deserves to be disfigured so that she'll live a life of mockery."

They laughed again before backing me into a corner. Their shadows loomed over me, and my pupils constricted when I saw Rachel's smug face hovering above mine.

The tip of the blade pierced my cheek repeatedly. Whenever I was about to pass out from the pain, Isla would pinch me with her nails to keep me awake.

Blood trickled onto the floor. Rachel and Isla sauntered off, leaving me to die in the bathroom. I forced myself to remain conscious as I treated my wound. Then, I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror.

A creepy smile slowly spread across my face when I saw the word "ugly" etched on my skin. I traced it gently, my touch almost loving.