The day Julian Vance was arrested for killing a man for me, I ignored his pleas, aborted our child, and broke up with him. His eyes were bloodshot as he screamed at my back: "Scarlett, you killed my child! I will kill you!" After making bail, he dove headfirst into the underworld. In nine years, he clawed his way up to become the ruthless Mr. Vance. When he returned to power, the first thing he did was find me. He choked me, broke my father's legs, and forced himself on me right in front of him. Everyone knew he hated me. Hated me enough to use my parents' lives as leverage to chain me to his side. But when no one was looking, he kissed away my tears. "Scarlett, I hate you. I hate you to death!" Yet the next moment, he possessed me fiercely: "Scarlett, remember the pain I give you. Never forget it!" After the passion, he threw a skimpy dress at me. "Wear this to the Gala tonight. You're going in Vivian's place." "She's different from you. She has a future. You've been used before, once more won't hurt. Don't forget, your parents' lives are in my hands." I smiled miserably. "Julian, my parents are dead." "Dead?" Julian froze for a second, lust still lingering on his face. "Those two old things willing to die? Scarlett, lying just to skip a party? How cheap." I looked up, tears blurring my vision, voice trembling: "I'm not lying. They really are dead." Chapter 1 They died before Julian arrived. Died in the wind. "Scarlett, we dragged you down. We're sorry." "Leave Julian. Start over." "Live happily." Leaving these words, they jumped right in the video call. I screamed and cried, but couldn't break the golden chain on my ankle, couldn't escape the cage named Julian Vance. Julian pinched my chin, leaning down to kiss away my tears, his tone grim: "Scarlett, what right do you have to cry?" "You killed my child. You've been used by so many men. What right do you have to feel wronged?" "Just replacing Vivian for one party. Stop pretending to be noble!" One party? He spoke of that absurd, debauched feast so lightly. Looking at Julian's face, I felt numb. A tear fell on the back of his hand. Julian withdrew his hand instantly, wiping it violently on his clothes. "Dirty." It reminded me of the day he killed for me. He reached out his blood-stained right hand, catching my tear before it hit the ground. The next second, he was pinned down by the police. Lying in the mud, he smiled brilliantly and said, "Scarlett, don't cry." "It hurts." "Julian, my parents are dead," I repeated. Slap! The slap landed on my face. Julian's face loomed close. Patience gone. "Scarlett, don't push your luck! Replacing Vivian is your blessing!" Blessing? At this moment, I couldn't tell if Julian was humiliating me or if he really loved that escort. He brought Vivian home more than once. Slept with her in front of me more than once. And every time after, he made me clean her up. As if only this way could he get pleasure. In a trance, Julian's face approached again, overlapping with memory. Smiling brilliantly, "Don't want to go? Fine." "Unless you tell me why you left me back then!" My body lost all strength. I threw off his hand and smiled mockingly: "I'll go." Julian exploded instantly, grabbing my hair and roaring. "You're this cheap just to keep a secret? Willing to be used by those men?" I was thrown to the floor. The chain on my ankle clanged harshly. Julian's face magnified again, overlapping with the boy in my memory. Unconsciously, tears fell again. I nodded heavily, screaming: "Julian, my parents are dead! They are dead!" "There is no truth! What truth do you want!" Slap! Julian slapped me again, eyes splitting with rage: "Since you're so eager to be used, I'll grant your wish!" "Someone! Clean this slut up and send her over!" After speaking, pain flooded his eyes, voice hoarse: "Scarlett, you owe me this." Yes, I owed him. Maybe everything was a mistake from the beginning. Chapter 2 At eighteen, I ran away with Julian, breaking the marriage contract my family arranged. Since then, I was disowned, and my family's business plummeted. The first night in the basement apartment, Julian cried under the shower. When I found him, he grabbed my hand, wanting to crush it into his bones. He swore with red eyes, "Scarlett, I will give you a good life. I will make you a proper lady again." Julian took oaths seriously back then. And he did it. Without a degree, he took odd jobs, the dirtiest and hardest work. Tired, but hearts warm. Every night, Julian pointed at the skyscrapers in magazines, painting the future. "Scarlett, I'll give you the biggest house. You won't have to do anything, just be Mrs. Vance." Now, it all came true. Julian used the biggest house in the city to build a cage for me. Even the chain holding me was gold. I wiped my tears and smiled miserably. "Yes, I owe you." "Two years. Have I paid it off?" Julian froze. Disgust appeared. Just as he was about to speak, a voice interrupted. "Making Scarlett cry again?" Vivian walked over, skillfully linking arms with Julian. The diamond on her ring finger was blinding. My breath hitched. "Doesn't Scarlett know?" "Julian, you really are something. Not telling Scarlett such big news." "Slipped my mind." Julian smiled gently. Vivian stepped forward, pulling out an invitation. "Julian and I are getting married." Julian... getting married? To this escort? I looked at Julian, seeing a smile on his lips. Deep affection, just like before. But looking at me, it was cold disgust. "Vivian may have been an escort, but she is cleaner than anyone." Heart ripped apart. Tears fell with a smile. Seeing my tears, hesitation flashed in Julian's eyes. Next moment, he avoided my gaze. "Scarlett, your tears make me sick!" Julian dropped a sentence and sat on the sofa with Vivian. I was chained to the floor, like a stray dog. "Julian, since we're getting married, Scarlett..." Julian raised an eyebrow. Vivian stopped instantly. "Tonight, let her go to the Gala for you." "Is that appropriate? Scarlett is still..." Julian squeezed her hand, tone grim: "I said she goes, so she goes!" "You are my woman. Insulting you is insulting me, Julian Vance." He kissed her. Vivian submitted skillfully, letting Julian's hand explore. Sounds of wetness and Vivian's gasps spread. I knelt aside, numbly watching the debauchery. Heart aching beyond words. Scarlett, it's been two years. You should be used to it. Should have been used to it. Just like back then. ... Chapter 3 The first Lunar New Year after running away with Julian, I got pregnant. Julian held me, laughing like a fool on the street. Back home, he lay on my belly, voice trembling. "Scarlett, we have a baby." That night, he smoked downstairs all night. Next morning he rushed up. "Scarlett, let's buy a house." I laughed at his daydreaming, and the pitiful number in our bank account. But Julian pulled out crumpled bills. For the next month, he brought back more money than usual every day. Wouldn't say how. He told me the money was clean, spend it freely, don't mistreat myself. Until half a month later, I saw him in a local video. I ignored my three-month pregnancy and ran to the location. The biggest nightclub in the city. In the biggest VIP room, I saw Julian kneeling on the ground, barking like a dog. I pushed away the guest riding him like a madwoman, but was grabbed by the wrist. Later, Julian drank until his stomach bled before they let me go. In the ambulance, he still clutched the money, wiping my tears. "Don't cry. It hurts." The day after Julian's stomach bleeding, a girl in a white dress brought a stack of cash with red eyes. "Brother Vance, I heard everything. Take this money. Take care of yourself and... sister-in-law." She was Vivian. Neither Julian nor I took the money. Since then, every time Julian went to the club, I made him bring extra food. For Vivian. Julian was right. Though she was an escort, she was cleaner than anyone. Daytime, I drew designs for money. Nighttime, Julian went to the club. Finally, at five months pregnant, we saved enough for a down payment. Julian dragged me excitedly to pay the deposit. Vivian often came to help us pack. However, before moving, everything changed. That fifty-year-old landlord raped me while Julian was away. When Julian came back, he saw the landlord on top of me, panting. Instant rage. Later, my vision turned red. "Julian, run!" I cried hysterically. But Julian put down the knife, wiping my tears in the bloodbath. "Scarlett, don't cry. It hurts." Then, he was pinned into the mud by police. ... When Julian changed position again, I interrupted him, handing him a condom. Julian scoffed, knocking me over. He leaned down and kissed Vivian's brow, pious. "Vivian, give me a child." Vivian didn't answer, but her high-pitched gasps were the best proof. With a groan from Julian, everything stopped. I touched my empty belly, heart shrinking into a ball. Forcing back tears, I crawled over, handing tissues to clean up Julian's mess. "Enough!" Julian suddenly raged, grabbing the chain, pinning me to the floor. "Don't you have emotions?" "Don't you have dignity?" "Scarlett, why are you so cheap!" I smiled miserably. My dignity, along with Julian's child, was buried in that snowy night amidst gang rape. After Julian was taken away, I kowtowed until my head bled at the sales office to get the deposit back. In those few days, I begged everyone. Finally, the landlord's son reluctantly agreed to settle. The condition: I accompany them for three days for free. "My dad was stabbed to death by your man. You think you can settle without giving something?" "Miss Scarlett, you don't want your man in prison, right?" Amidst smoke and alcohol, the men laughed lewdly. Piercing and fatal. Three days of nightmare and hell. They used every method until the last day, when I hemorrhaged massively. They stopped. Afraid to go to the hospital, they dumped me on the roadside. Blood between my legs dyed the road, dyed the snow. I lay on the road, in the heavy snow, contractions coming one after another. That day, watching the sky full of snow, I bit the umbilical cord, holding the dead baby and wailing. "Julian, our baby is gone!" "Gone!!!" ... Chapter 4 "Julian, it hurts so much." Julian's face changed instantly, eyes red, voice trembling: "Scarlett, I'm here." The past is gone, only memories remain. "Sister Scarlett, what did you say?" Vivian spoke. The pain in Julian's eyes vanished instantly. He kicked me away, as if touching something filthy. "You deserve to hurt?" "Why didn't you say it hurt when you aborted the child and left me?" "Scarlett, you asked for this!" "Wash yourself clean tonight. Or I'll make those two old things wish they were dead!" With that, he strode towards the exit. "Julian." Julian stopped. "They are dead." "My parents jumped off a building and died." "Dead? Good. Scarlett, you go die too." Julian strode away. He walked coldly. But I was chained to the spot. Yes. What chained me wasn't just metal. "Scarlett, if I were you, living like this, I'd rather die." Vivian stood up, walking to me barefoot. The diamond ring on her finger sparkled. "Familiar? You picked it." Vivian looked down, disdainful and arrogant. I noticed the ring. Back then, Julian found out I was pregnant. The next day he brought back a diamond ring, crying and proposing. I looked at our balance, nagged Julian for a long time to return it. Later, when I was imprisoned by Julian, he bought that ring back. Every time in bed, he made me hold it in my mouth. Now, it was his and Vivian's wedding ring. "Julian was right. You really are a good dog." Slap! A slap blacked out my vision. "Scarlett, I'm talking to you!" I forced a smile. "Isn't this what you always wanted to see?" "Not enough!" "Why does Julian only see you? He's marrying me! Scarlett, why do you get all of Julian's love! Why!" "Scarlett, die! Just die! If you die, Julian won't hurt anymore!" Vivian's words were like thunder. Numbing my ears. Julian loves me? He... did love me before. Maybe. When I came back to my senses, Vivian was gone. Under the moonlight, a phone, a key. Picking up the key, the phone unlocked automatically. "After all, a city girl. Pregnant but so soft!" "Hahaha, lucky day for the brothers! Everyone in!" Familiar voices echoed through the villa. The woman on screen was posed in shameful positions. Forced to endure humiliation. Surrounded by men's lewd laughter. This was the video from back then! Back then, they forced me to take photos and videos. Using them as leverage to agree to the settlement. And I used them as reason to leave Julian after bailing him out. Even now, I remember his scream. Heartbreaking. Eleven years. Even the world forgot. Where did this video come from! My fingers trembled, almost dropping the phone. When the video ended and returned to the menu... my blood ran cold! This was my father's chat screen! Sender: Julian Vance. I wailed in the villa, watching the video again and again masochistically. Finally, I fled the villa, heading for the nearby rooftop. The wind on the roof was strong, like that snowy night. I stood in the wind, unable to shed another tear. Familiar voices rang in my ears. "You unfilial daughter. If you go with him, don't ever come back." "Scarlett be good. Daddy doesn't hurt." "My Scarlett suffered. We dragged you down." Wind filled my ears. I slowly opened my arms, smiling. A brave leap. "Scarlett!!" Julian's roar pierced the wind. Before falling, I seemed to see that familiar figure running towards me. That was nineteen-year-old Julian. But, it didn't matter anymore. It's all over.
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