“Jackson, I love it!”
“This necklace must be incredibly expensive.
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You’re so good to me, will my sister be
mad…”
“Did Jackson give you the same gift?”
Jessica bit her lip, looking at me timidly, like a
frightened deer. But I knew better; this was a
deliberate provocation.
Jackson fell for it, hastily explaining.
“Jessica, it’s different.”
Throughout the party, Jessica clung to
Jackson, chattering like a bird. They laughed
and talked, leaving me feeling like an
outsider.
Of course, Jessica was the woman he loved,
and I was nothing more than a shield.
I took a drink and retreated to the balcony.
But soon, Jessica appeared, accompanied by
a drunken middle–aged man. She seemed
eager to get away from him, but he was
making lewd comments.
I was about to leave when Jessica pointed at
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me maliciously.
“My sister is Jackson’s fiancée. If you bother
me again, you’ll regret it!”
Drunken men are easily angered. He stumbled
towards me, muttering.
“This girl is hotter, prettier. Forget Jackson,
she’s mine tonight!”
“Come on, let’s drink!”
His greasy hand reached for my chest, and he
raised his glass to force me to drink.
He was strong, I could only dodge, calling for
help.
“Security! Security!”
The commotion drew people to the balcony.
The man, enraged by my reaction, raised his
glass to hit me.
In the crowd, I saw Jackson.
He ran towards us frantically, and I breathed
a sigh of relief.
But then, he unceremoniously pulled Jessical
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into his arms and left.
A sharp pain hit my forehead, followed by the
shattering of glass. Warm liquid ran down my
hair, the stars spun, and I fell into darkness.
I woke up and tried to sit up, but a nurse held
me down.
“Don’t move, you just had a blood
transfusion, you need rest.”
A blood transfusion?
I was confused until Jackson entered, his
voice still cold.
“Jessica was terrified and had palpitations.
The doctor said a blood transfusion would
help.”
I pointed at the large needle mark on my arm
in disbelief.
“So you took my blood for Jessica?”
Jackson nodded. “Scarlett, I won’t take your
blood for free. Name your price.”
Looking at this man, devoid of even a flicker
- me.
Three years ago, Richard had brought me to
Jackson, saying he was my fiancé.
I, vehemently opposed to arranged marriages,
had abandoned all principles upon seeing
Jackson.
I moved in with him, trying to charm him, but
he was more abstinent than a monk, leaving
me frustrated for the first time.
Enraged, I slipped something into his drink,
but he spent the night in a cold bath, ignoring
- me.
Once his desire subsided, his cold gaze held
contempt.
“If you need a man, tell Assistant Zhang. He’ll
arrange something for you.”
Shame consumed me, and I fled.
I thought he was naturally cold and without
desire.
But then I saw him in his study, panting and
looking at Jessica’s picture, and I understood:
his affection belonged to someone else.
Even then, he maintained a basic level of
decency towards me.
Until now, until this humiliation.
Jackson, you have no heart!
“Fine, ten million, dollars.”
I stubbornly named my price. Jackson raised.
an eyebrow, sneering.
“Ambitious, Scarlett. Fine, you got it.”
He made a phone call, and I received a bank
notification.
Ten million dollars had arrived.
He turned silently, leaving me alone.
Soon, Jessica’s hearty laughter came from
the next room.
The nurse muttered.
“I don’t get rich people. A small cut on her
hand would’ve healed on its own, yet she’s
hogging the best room, getting a rare blood
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type transfusion…”
Jackson, did he really care that much about
Jessica?
Looking at my injuries, bitterness filled me. I
pulled out the IV lines and left.
I went back to my apartment; I had to pack
for my trip to Chicago.
The doorbell rang, and my dog, Lucky, ran to
the door.
Jessica stood in the doorway, arms crossed,
challenging me.
“Sister, Jackson’s your fiancé, but why is he
so nice to me?”
“He canceled all his appointments to be with
me and gave me so many expensive gifts, the
house is overflowing. Can I store some here?”
I ignored her and went inside.
Jessica, enraged, raised her voice.
“At the party, I deliberately led that drunk man
to you. I wanted you to see that Jackson only
cares about me!”
“Even if you were beaten bloody in front of
him, he’d only worry about your blood scaring
me…”
Sensing her malice, Lucky barked at her,
driving her out.
Jessica angrily kicked at Lucky, only to be
bitten on the leg.
She screamed, and Jackson arrived, picking
her up and glaring at me.
“Scarlett! Jessica kindly came to see you, and
you let your dog bite her!”
His eyes were full of hatred. I was speechless,
watching him carry Jessica away.
That night, I fell asleep, vaguely sensing
someone in my house.
I woke up, and the moment I turned on the
light, my blood ran cold.
“Lucky!”
Lucky, who was cuddling with me hours ago,
く
was dead. His belly was ripped open, his
insides spilled out.
Before I could pick him up, someone
blindfolded me.
