The year I hated Lucas Carter the most was also the purest. Lucas Carter tortured and killed my dog that I had raised for ten years, all for his little secretary. To get revenge, I stabbed the little secretary five times, relishing her crazed screams. Everyone thought Lucas Carter would take my life. Instead, Lucas Carter just threw me a divorce agreement and said coldly, "You're nothing but a dog of the Carter family. Since you want to go mad, then get lost." After that night, I never appeared again. Until five years later, I attended a gala in my father's place and ran into Lucas Carter's little secretary. The little secretary splashed red wine on me. "Well, well, look who it is. The dog the Carter family didn't want." I grabbed a champagne bottle and smashed it on the little secretary's head. "Five years and they still haven't taught you how to be human. Today I'll teach you myself." Yolanda's screams echoed through the room. Several lackeys standing beside Yolanda immediately positioned themselves in front of her and shouted at me. "Who the fuck are you!" "Do you know who you just hit!" "Let me tell you," the loudest one pointed at me, "she's the fiancée of the Carter Corporation's heir! You've crossed her! Mr. Carter won't let you go!" Someone else blocked my path, speaking mockingly. "I'd like to see which blind fool dares to offend Mr. Carter's precious darling. Everyone knows Mr. Carter is crazy about his wife. Normally, if Miss Yolanda loses even a single hair, Mr. Carter would turn half the city upside down, let alone crack her head open!" Yolanda covered her bleeding forehead, glaring at me viciously. "Let me tell you, Gardenia, I was kind enough to let you go five years ago, but that doesn't mean I'll still be afraid of you five years later! You were nothing but a dog Asher kept at home! Five years ago I could destroy you, and now that you dare to show up, I can destroy you again!" I looked at how Yolanda had changed over five years. I had to admit it. Lucas Carter really had raised her well. The woman who could only timidly call me "Mrs. Carter" back then could now publicly threaten me to disappear, using words like "destroy." Unfortunately, I've never been a pushover. Not five years ago. Not five years later either. Surrounded by a crowd, I looked at the shattered fragments on the ground, bent down, and under everyone's shocked expressions, picked up a shard and smiled. "Yolanda." I walked toward her step by step. "Five years ago," I held the bloodstained shard, "I gave you too much face." "What." I stared at Yolanda's lower abdomen, tracing the shard from her face downward. "I stabbed out your uterus back then, and you still haven't learned your lesson." "In that case." My smile turned vicious, and before anyone could react, I raised the shard and stabbed it fiercely toward Yolanda's abdomen. But. Before I could stab Yolanda's belly, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist. I heard screaming in my ears, and Yolanda's tearful voice. "Asher." "I'm scared." Five years ago, when I had pressed Yolanda to the ground and stabbed her again and again, Yolanda had shown the same terrified eyes, calling out vulnerably. "Asher, I'm scared." Time overlapped. Behind me came a long-lost yet familiar voice. "Gardenia, it's been five years." "What," Lucas Carter's voice was gloomy, "still haven't learned to behave?" My wrist was forcefully pulled outward. The pain made me frown, but instead of admitting defeat and giving up like I did five years ago, it ignited the blood in my veins that couldn't be contained. I gripped the shard tightly, feeling it pierce my palm, and at the same moment Lucas Carter was about to seize the shard from me. I quickly turned my head and smiled at Lucas Carter. "Long time no see." "Asher." The shard stabbed viciously into Lucas Carter's arm, blood spattering and blurring my vision.
The scene descended into complete chaos. I heard countless screams in my ears, someone shouting for security, and people whispering in discussion. "Who is this woman? Does she have a death wish? She actually dared to stab Mr. Carter!" "I just heard Miss Yolanda mention five years ago. Five years ago, didn't Mr. Carter drive away a Carter family orphan girl, his wife in name only! Holy shit, could it be her!" "She doesn't look like it though." "I heard that orphan girl had no one, just a dog that was tortured to death all night because it offended Miss Yolanda! Everyone in high society has seen that torture video! They even skinned the dog alive!" "Look, Mr. Carter is actually smiling!" Blood kept seeping from Lucas Carter's arm. Yolanda shouted, "Asher!" Then, ignoring her own forehead wound, Yolanda rushed over to Lucas Carter like a madwoman, shielding him and yelling at me. "Gardenia! What gives you the right to hurt Asher!" "The Carter family raised you for twenty years and raised an ungrateful wretch like you! Apologize to Asher right now!" Watching Yolanda act like the mistress of the Carter family, ordering me around imperiously, I found it laughable. I met Lucas Carter's eyes. "After raising her for five years, you've raised a dog that stands up for you. Lucas Carter, you must feel pretty satisfied." Yolanda's face paled. Lucas Carter immediately shielded Yolanda behind him, just like five years ago. "Gardenia, things between us ended five years ago." "I've already told you, Yolanda is the only one in my heart. I won't fall in love with you and I could never like you," Lucas Carter looked at me coldly. "I don't care how you've spent these five years, or how you got an invitation to this gala and snuck in." "But I will never let you return to the Carter family and continue to harm Yolanda." "Gardenia." Lucas Carter looked down at me from above. "Originally today I could have ignored you and pretended you didn't exist, but since you hurt Yolanda, you have to pay the price." Lucas Carter clapped his hands, and a group of security guards surrounded me. "You can choose to do it yourself, or I'll do it." A security guard handed over a knife. Lucas Carter took it, waiting for my answer. I just laughed outright. "Lucas Carter, do you think the whole world revolves around you?" I pointed at the knife in his hand. "If you've got the guts, you'd better finish me off today," I walked closer step by step. "Otherwise, when it's my turn to finish you off." "You'd better not," I leaned close to Lucas Carter, enunciating clearly, "beg for mercy on your knees." "Hahaha." My laughter echoed through the silent banquet hall. Lucas Carter's expression darkened. Watching Lucas Carter tremble with rage, I couldn't help but recall five years ago when he did the same thing, using Rusty to force me to kneel and kowtow in apology. He locked Rusty in an iron cage, had someone seal Rusty's mouth, and as long as I refused to beg for mercy, the blade would mercilessly slice across Rusty's body. All my pride was completely shattered. Watching Rusty in agony, I knelt and begged for mercy. "Lucas Carter!" I cried and pleaded, "Don't hurt Rusty." "I'm sorry!" I kowtowed forcefully, banging my head hard on the ground. "I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" Rusty was all I had. My only hope was to take Rusty and leave the Carter family. I desperately begged. "Let Rusty go, let Rusty go!" I'll never forget Rusty's eyes full of heartache for me, nor will I forget the hatred carved into my bones that still fills me with rage when I remember it. Looking at Lucas Carter now, only the hatred that hasn't completely burned out remains. "Lucas Carter, you're nothing but a dog being played by Yolanda," I said word by word. "Old Master Carter handed the Carter family over to you, and he'll probably crawl out of his coffin to demand your life!" "After all, the Carter family is completely finished!"
My throat was violently seized. My breath was stolen. Oxygen gradually depleted. I met Lucas Carter's bloodshot eyes and heard his voice, vicious to the point of madness. "Gardenia, don't think I won't dare kill you!" "You're nothing but the Carter family's dog." Lucas Carter forcefully threw me to the ground. Champagne glass shards all pierced my skin, creating countless small wounds. The pain made me shudder, and then Lucas Carter grabbed my hair. "When I tell you to kneel, you kneel!" "When I tell you to die! You die!" Lucas Carter smiled at me. "But today, I don't really want you to die." "After all," Lucas Carter patted my face, "such a good plaything, how could I let it die so easily? Don't you agree!" I looked at Lucas Carter so close. I remembered that day when Yolanda sent me a video, her tone boastful. [I just told Asher that Rusty scared me, and Asher skinned Rusty alive.] [You know what, next time I'll tell Asher that you're actually scary too. Will Asher skin you alive too?] [So funny!] [You're nominally Mrs. Carter, but you're actually worth less than a servant.] Now, meeting Lucas Carter's expression, a sweetness rose in my throat. As Lucas Carter raised his hand to slap my face again, I spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto his face. Watching his expression shift from brief shock to disgusted revulsion, I smiled. "That's right, Lucas Carter." "How could you die so quickly?" I used his tone and smiled too. "After all, such a fun game, how can we not play it to the end?" Since I came back. I never intended to let Carter Corporation go. Those who killed Rusty back then, I want them all to pay the price one by one. Rusty died so cruelly. How could I let them go? Seeing my stubborn defiance. Lucas Carter suddenly released my hair and wiped the bloody phlegm from his face. "That's right." "Some things, if you don't torture them slowly, how can you be satisfied?" "Since you've come back," Lucas Carter looked at me, "then let's play properly." Lucas Carter stopped looking at me and ordered the security guards. "Watch her." "Don't let her escape." Then Lucas Carter returned to his gentle and considerate demeanor toward Yolanda. "Does it hurt?" He gently wiped away Yolanda's tears. "I'll take you to a private room." Yolanda cried into his arms. "With you, I don't hurt." "With you here," Yolanda sobbed, "I'm not afraid of anything." I watched Lucas Carter carry Yolanda horizontally out of the room. I slumped to the ground, the tiny wounds all over my body making me frown in pain. Those sycophants around me started spewing. "Who knows where this thing came from, daring to hurt Mr. Carter. Mr. Carter not taking half your life today is already mercy. Get lost." "Exactly! I heard before that you're just an orphan girl Old Master Carter picked up from outside. Old Master Carter raised you, but you repaid kindness with enmity and went after Miss Yolanda. You deserved to be kicked out." "Not gonna lie," someone smiled and opened their phone, "I still have that dog's torture video saved." That person opened their album and found the torture video. The others gathered around saying, "Let me see." "I want to see too."
Rusty's screams rang out. But I seemed stimulated, directly picked up a shard from the ground, grabbed that person's hair, and stabbed it viciously into his eye. Screams pierced my ears. I was like someone appreciating a work of art, turning my head to see those who had just been pointing fingers at me all fall silent. No one dared to provoke a lunatic. Moreover, a lunatic like me who dared to take the life of the Carter family's heir. Even the security guards didn't dare to really lay hands on me. I looked at this group of sycophants, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, threw out the word "trash," and headed in Lucas Carter's direction. Lucas Carter brought Yolanda to a private room and called his personal doctor. The doctor carefully examined Yolanda's wound, but Yolanda cried and said, "Don't look at me, check Asher." "I really didn't expect," Yolanda choked up, "that Gardenia would be even crazier five years later. We shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then. She's appearing here now because she can't let you go." "Back then, Gardenia loved you so much that the whole city knew. Just because you were a little nice to me, she publicly embarrassed me and even slapped me." Yolanda wiped away her tears. "Asher, don't let her destroy our relationship anymore, okay?" Lucas Carter sat at the bedside, held Yolanda's hand, and softly comforted her. "I won't. Don't worry." "To me," Lucas Carter scoffed, "Gardenia is nothing but a toy. When we were young, I found her boring and would always lock her in the dark room, scare her with snakes and insects and rats, and found it interesting to hear her cry." "Later, I discovered Gardenia fed stray dogs every day, so I poisoned several of them. She actually pulled a knife on me over some beasts." Lucas Carter gritted his teeth. "That dog deserved to die." I walked to the private room door and heard Lucas Carter say this. I remembered that time when Lucas Carter chained me up. For three whole days, Lucas Carter left me covered in injuries. Even so, Lucas Carter had the audacity to grab my throat and demand. "Don't take medicine!" I still clearly remember Lucas Carter's sick and obsessed eyes. "Since playing with you isn't enough, then give birth to my spawn. I want to see if you'll still have such a hard backbone when you're carrying my spawn!" Later, it was Rusty who found the old master to rescue me. It was Rusty who accompanied me to the hospital, completely eliminating the possibility of me becoming a mother. Even if I could never be a mother for the rest of my life. I would never give birth to spawn carrying Lucas Carter's blood. It was also then. Lucas Carter completely developed murderous intent toward Rusty. My phone vibrated. I looked at the caller and my expression softened. "You went to the gala in place of your father-in-law?" That person's tone was gentle. "I heard your ex-husband is there too. Why didn't you wait for me?" Hearing that person's voice, I couldn't help but complain. "I'm about to be killed! Before I die, come save me quick!" I hung up the phone. I heard Yolanda ask him, "What if Gardenia still wants to be with you?" Before Lucas Carter could answer. I kicked the door open directly, met Yolanda's shocked face, and Lucas Carter immediately shielded Yolanda. "Gardenia! You really are shameless!" "Chasing us here!" Lucas Carter looked at me with satisfaction. "What, want to come back and be Mrs. Carter? Who do you think you are—" I picked up the knife in my hand, rushed quickly to Lucas Carter, stabbed it into his abdomen, and looked at him coldly with a sneer. "Lucas Carter!" "Go to hell!"
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