After giving blood to Mason’s adoptive sister for the three-hundredth time, they still didn’t let me go. That day, they dragged me to the hound yard. Opposite me was the giant black mastiff I feared the most. "If you survive this, we’ll let you reunite with your parents." The next second, the dog, hyped up on some drug, lunged at me. With nowhere to hide, I could only let the beast tear into my flesh. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Mason showed up. He ordered his men to beat the dog back, looking down at me with pure disgust. "Have you learned your lesson yet? Apologize to Windsor, and I promise we’ll get married right away." In his arms, Windsor’s eyes filled with tears at his words. "Angel, I don’t blame you." I stayed completely silent. My silence pushed Mason over the edge. "If it weren’t for you, Windsor wouldn’t have been assaulted by those thugs! She wouldn’t have ended up infertile, and she wouldn’t need constant blood transfusions!" "And now, you won't even give her a simple apology?" "I guess you really don’t want your parents to live much longer, do you?" If this were in the past, I would have dropped to my knees and begged him. But now, there was no need. Because an hour ago, my parents had already died.
"Look at her, acting all tough. Mason, looks like your scare tactics aren't working anymore. Angel doesn't even care." The mocking laughter from Mason's friends made him frown. "Angel, did you lose your tongue?" Everyone could feel his growing anger. To suck up to him, one of his friends threw a glass bottle straight at me. The heavy glass shattered against my forehead. Instantly, I smelled the copper tang of my own blood. In the next second, Mason jumped down into the yard, suddenly looking panicked. "What happened?" Meeting his worried eyes, I felt a brief moment of daze. Did he actually care about me? But then, a cold sneer appeared on Mason’s face. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m only worried you’ll bleed out. If you die, who’s going to give Windsor her transfusion today?" So that was it. I was just being pathetic again. Ever since Windsor’s assault three years ago, I had been labeled the villain. Everyone said, "It was Angel. She thought Mason was sleeping with Windsor, so she hired those men to ruin her." Mason didn’t even ask. He just believed it. Since then, they had subjected me to endless torture. Whenever Windsor needed blood, I had to drain myself. If I hesitated even a little, they would target my parents. My parents’ health was already failing. After years of Mason’s harassment, they were at their breaking point. Before they dragged me here today, the hospital had called me. "Miss Angel, you should start preparing for your parents' funerals." That phone call felt like a lightning strike. All my years of silent suffering felt entirely pointless. And an hour ago, Mason’s men brought my parents to the hound yard. They said they wanted my parents to watch me fight the black mastiff. In that moment, I had begged them. "Please, no. My parents are too old. Their hearts can’t take this. Please, don’t do this." When I knelt and begged, I saw a flash of panic in Mason’s eyes. But it didn't stop them. My parents were still forced to watch. When they saw me being pushed toward the raging dog, they smiled at me. Their smiles were so pale, so final. It was their last goodbye to me. The next second, they took their own lives right in front of me.
"Angel, can't you just behave for once? Think about your parents..." Mason's voice pulled me back to reality. I stared at him, my voice completely flat and hollow. "There's no need, Mason. If you want me dead so badly, I’ll just die." I turned and walked straight toward the black dog. Everyone in the yard gasped in shock. But I didn’t die. Mason grabbed my arm and yanked me back. "You’d go this far just to avoid saving Windsor? You think this threat works on me?" "Let me tell you, if you dare to die, I’ll make sure your parents die first!" Faced with his threat, I said softly, "My parents are already dead." "Angel, how can you be so evil? Just to get out of giving me blood, you’re actually cursing your own parents?" Windsor looked at me with a heartbroken expression. Her words instantly turned Mason’s brief panic into absolute rage. "Angel, I really underestimated how vile you are." "Fine. You want to see your parents die? I’ll make it happen." Mason gritted his teeth and dialed his assistant’s number on speakerphone. "Cut off all medical treatments for Angel’s parents right now. Inform the hospital that no one is allowed to sell them VIP life-support medication." On the other end of the line, the assistant hesitated. "But, Mr. Bryant, about that..." "What? Did Angel buy you off too?" Mason snapped, cutting him off. I knew why the assistant was hesitating. He wanted to tell Mason that my parents were already dead. But with Mason’s paranoid temper, the assistant didn’t dare to say another word. So, after Mason hung up, the assistant immediately sent me a message on Snapchat. [Miss Angel, does Mr. Bryant really not know that your parents passed away?] How hilarious. He was Mason’s top assistant, yet he was asking me—the family's "human blood bag"—for details. If I actually mattered to Mason, would I have been tortured like this? Hanging up the phone, Mason smirked at me. "Still want to play tough?" "Mason, let's get a divorce." "Angel, you're getting bold. Now you’re trying to threaten me with divorce?" "You think a divorce absolves you of your sins?" "I'm telling you, you owe Windsor. You can't pay that debt back even if you spend the rest of your life trying." Mason grabbed my collar tightly, his eyes looking like he wanted to tear me apart. But I only repeated quietly, "I told you, it wasn't me." I had said those words a thousand times over the years. From screaming it hysterically in the beginning, to now speaking it with absolute indifference. "Angel, if it wasn't you, are you saying I staged my own assault?" Windsor stood there, looking as fragile as a leaf in the wind. Her single sentence fueled Mason’s hatred for me even more. Even though Windsor didn't actually need a transfusion today, Mason still ordered his men to drain 800cc of my blood. Already physically exhausted, my vision went dark, and I collapsed. Before I blacked out, I was still pleading with him. "Help... my parents..." I wanted to tell him that my parents’ bodies were still lying outside the hound yard. I didn't want them to be left out there like trash. But Mason thought I was begging him to resume their medical care. He just sneered. "When you sincerely apologize to Windsor, that’s when I’ll let your parents back into the hospital."
When I opened my eyes, I was back at the Bryant mansion. A maid saw me waking up and spared me a cold glance. "You’re awake?" I shook my pounding head and struggled out of bed. I had to go back to the hound yard to find my parents. But the maid blocked my way. "Mr. Bryant said we’re celebrating Windsor’s big win at the National Design Awards tonight. You are to prepare the dinner." "I have to go." I tried to push past her, but she grabbed my arm tightly. "Can you stop making trouble for everyone?" "If you run off, Mr. Bryant will skin me alive!" Looking at the maid’s frustrated and resentful face, I lost my voice. She wasn't lying. Once, when I refused to give blood to Windsor, everyone in the mansion’s staff got punished because of me. Even though they treated me poorly, I didn’t want to drag innocent people down anymore. So, I forced myself to stay calm. "I’ll talk to Mason myself." With that, I walked downstairs. As soon as I reached the living room, I saw Mason’s sister, Natasha. She was presenting a gift to Windsor. "Windsor, I still think you’re the perfect match for Mason. Once you marry him, we’ll finally be a real family." "Oh, don't say that, Natasha. If Angel hears you, she’ll think I’m trying to steal her husband!" "Her? She’s not even worthy of wiping Mason's shoes." Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically. Then, she spotted me. Her sneer grew wider. "Oh, look who’s still breathing. Fainting after just 800cc? How pathetic." "Why didn’t you just play dead? Maybe Mason would have felt a tiny bit of pity for you." I ignored Natasha and looked around, but Mason wasn’t there. "Are you looking for Mason?" Windsor asked gently. When I didn't deny it, she continued: "He went out to pick up a special gift for me. If you need something, you can tell me. I’ll pass it along." Since Mason wasn't here, nobody could stop me from leaving. I turned to walk out of the villa. But Natasha wasn't done with me. She followed me out to the driveway. "Angel, if I were you, I would have signed the divorce papers ages ago. Isn't it exhausting clinging to a man who hates you?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh. Since the day Mason forced me to become Windsor's blood donor, I had brought up divorce countless times. But every single time, Mason would explode in rage, shouting, "In your dreams!" At first, I foolishly thought he couldn't let me go because he still loved me. Later, I realized he just didn't want to lose his leverage over me. "What are you laughing at?" Natasha snapped. "If you’re so eager, go convince Mason to sign the papers. Otherwise, stay out of my way." I gave Natasha a freezing glare and walked away. Before, I tolerated their abuse because of my parents. But now, I had nothing left to lose. As I walked down the street, I could still hear Natasha screaming curses behind me. "Fine! Go ahead and act tough! Let's see if you come crawling back to beg the Bryant family when your parents are dying!" I took one last look at the Bryant estate and whispered, "Never again." I rushed back to the hound yard. But no matter where I searched, my parents' bodies were gone. I found the manager of the yard. The moment I mentioned the bodies, his face went completely pale. "Don't talk nonsense! We don’t have any dead bodies here!" They blocked me from searching further. Left with no choice, I called the police. Once the flashing police lights arrived, the owner of the yard finally panicked and let us view the security footage. When I saw my parents' bodies being thrown into the industrial meat grinder used for dog food, my entire world shattered. "Why?! Why would you do that to them?!" I screamed, completely losing my mind. With the police standing right there, the owner was terrified. He dragged the employee in charge of the grinder over to face us. The young kid had never seen police officers before. He was so scared he was shaking.
"I... a woman gave me a stack of cash! She told me to get rid of those two heavy bags!" "I didn't know! I swear to God, I didn't know there were people inside!" The boy was crying so hard he practically wet his pants. With trembling hands, I pulled out a photo of Windsor from my phone. "Was it her?" "Yes! Yes, that’s her!" "I want to file charges!" I sobbed, barely able to breathe. "They killed my parents, and they destroyed their remains!" This was a heinous criminal offense. The police immediately took action. They took the boy to the station for questioning, while I led a group of officers back to Mason's villa. When we arrived, Mason was holding a beautiful velvet box. He was carefully lifting a stunning necklace out of the box and fastening it around Windsor’s neck. The moment I saw that necklace, I lost all control. I lunged onto the stage like a madwoman. "Give that back to me!" My parents weren't wealthy, but my mother’s best friend was Blair, the world-renowned fashion designer. This necklace was a one-of-a-kind piece Blair had custom-made and gifted to my mother. It symbolized peace and protection. Before my mother passed, when she knew she couldn't protect me anymore, she gave it to me. She said, "I hope you have a peaceful life, my sweet girl." No one else knew its value, but Mason knew exactly how much it meant to me. My wild appearance startled Mason. But before he could say anything, Windsor shrieked and collapsed to the floor. "Oh, Angel... why do you hate seeing me happy so much?" Seeing Windsor crying on the floor, Mason's protective instincts kicked in. He grabbed my throat and slammed me down. "Angel, do you want to die?" Then, he threw me ruthlessly down the stairs of the stage. The police officers quickly ran over to help me up. "Are you okay, ma'am?" They glared at Mason with deep disapproval. Windsor pointed at the officers, acting shocked and disappointed. "Angel, what is this?" "Just to ruin my celebration dinner, you actually hired actors to pretend to be cops?" Windsor’s words made Mason finally notice the uniforms. Even though the officers immediately showed their badges, Mason chose to believe Windsor without hesitation. "Angel, you’ve gone too far this time." Mason gave me a disgust-filled look before turning to the officers. "How much did she pay you to pull this sick stunt? Do you know that impersonating police officers is a federal crime?" Mason turned to his assistant. "Call the actual police." The assistant pulled out his phone to make the call. Seeing how absurd this was getting, the lead officer spoke up in a booming voice, "We *are* the actual police." Then, under Mason’s stunned gaze, the officer looked directly at Windsor. "Are you Windsor Bryant?" "I... Yes. What do you want?" "You are under arrest for the illegal disposal of human remains. Please come with us to the precinct." "What?!" Mason gasped. It was the first time I had ever seen such a look of pure shock and confusion on his face. Windsor began shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, that’s not true! I didn’t do anything!" "Mason, it’s Angel! She’s framing me! She set this up!" "Angel..." "Mason," I interrupted, my voice dead and cold. "My parents died because of you. Wasn’t that enough?" "Did you have to order her to feed them to the dogs too?" "What did you say?" Mason stumbled back, nearly losing his footing. His assistant had to catch him. Mason turned his head slowly to his assistant, his voice trembling. "What did she just say?" The assistant swallowed hard. "Sir... Her parents are dead." The room went dead silent. Mason’s face drained of all color. He began to mumble incoherently. "That’s impossible... how? I only cut off their VIP treatment..." "It’s only been a few hours. How could they be dead?" "Angel, are you still trying to play mind games with me?" Windsor shrieked, panic taking over. "You say your parents are dead, and you have these fake cops accuse me of destroying their bodies? Where is your proof?!" I didn't bother answering her. The police officer simply pulled out an arrest warrant and a tablet showing the evidence. "Miss Windsor, we wouldn't be here executing an arrest warrant if we didn't have solid proof." Hearing the officer’s firm words, Mason turned to Windsor, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Is this true, Windsor?" "No! No, Mason, you have to believe me!" Windsor sobbed hysterically. Then, as if a lightbulb went off, she pointed at me. "I know..."
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