Chapter 2
My father froze:||
“Didn’t you always say you hated their son–Luciano? You said his racing was too dangerous and his personality was terrible?”
I let out a bitter laugh]
In my past life, after 1 died, Ryan dumped my body in the wilderness for wild dogs to devour. It was Luciano who arrived just in time, trading a hundred–million–dollar plot of land for my corpse and burying me in the finest cemetery.
Back then, my soul watched him kneel at my grave, sobbing his heart out. Only then did I realize that the one who truly loved me had always been my childhood friend Luciano–this rebellious, legendary race car driver who’d silently protected me and willingly accepted being ignored.]]
“Dad, Luciano may be two years younger than me, but he’s kind, honest, and has no ulterior motives. Plus, he has feelings for me–unlike some people who already have wandering eyes before they’re even married.“[]
“Besides, you and Godfather Thomas have been brothers for so many years. You know each other inside and out. If I marry into their family, the only downside would be the distance. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t be mistreated.”
My father pondered for a moment, then broke into a smile and began dialing England
I walked out of the villa, needing to clear my head []
Whate walls, black bricks, and a garden full of lilies–yet in my memories, it was all ruins and rubble
In my past life, after I died, Ryan burned down my family’s villa and dug up my father’s ashes, scattering them down the drain.]]
His face had twisted into something demonic: “You old bastard: Always throwing your weight around: If it weren’t for you people, Jessilia and I would have had children together long ago, and we wouldn’t have been separated by death
Pulling myself from the memory, tears streamed down my face. I traced the garden wall with my fingers, letting the pain consume every inch of my
skin.
Suddenly, voices drifted from the shadows–servants gossiping:||
“Tonight, Young Master Shelton actually went to the master and demanded that his little mistress attend tomorrow’s wedding.“]
“What do you mean attend? It’s a three person wedding ceremony! Young Master Sholton is marrying that vixen too.”
“What kind of situation is this? Who has the wife and mistress hold their wedding together? Isn’t this just humiliating our young lady?“|||
“I heard Young Master Shelton doesn’t even want to marry our young lady. She saw that he’s down on his luck and short on cash, so she’s forcing him to marry her. Some noble heiress–she has no self–respect. Who knows how she’ll gravel and please Young Master Shelton just to get him to sleep with ber
Their conversation grew more vulgar and disgusting, even fantasizing about me licking Ryan’s toes just to beg him to sleep with me.
Bitterness Blooded my heart. So this is how low they thought I’d fallen.
But Ryan had been the one who pursued me first.]
The Lario and Shelton families were old friends with frequent business dealings. So I’d played with Ryan since childhood
Back then, he’d sit beside me, taking care of me. He’d wipe soup from the corners of my mouth during meals, volunteer to help with homework peobloms I didn’t understand, and bring me all the best toys when we played []
As we grew older, he’d positioned himself as my “knight in shining armor,” chasing away any men who tried to court me ||
I’d post in protest: “Ryan, you’ve scared them all away.
- ay. What
t if I can’t get married later?“]]
He’d pull me into his arms, his young spine straight with determination: “You can only marry me in the future. You don’t need them bothering you.”
The year I got into college, Ryan set off fireworks for me all night long.
Under those brilliant fireworks, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me, he’d dropped to one knee and slipped a ring onto my finger, reverently kissing the back of my hand
But everything changed after he met my college roommate–Jessilia, an orphan with a pitiful background.
His heart completely fell for Jessilis. Those tears always threatening to fall from beneath her long lashes stirred overwhelming protective instincts in
Ryan
When Jessilis caught a cold and coughed twice, he’d call the best doctors for midnight consultations while forgetting my birthday
When Jessilia complained about Harvard’s poor dorm conditions and worried about me targeting her, Ryan bought her a downtown apartment and hired a private car and driver for daily transportation
I’d made scenes and protested, but all I got was
J
just see her as a sister. I’m only taking care of her because I pity her. Stop being unreasonable.
Countless breakups and reconciliations eventually led to my complete destruction
I sighed deeply and was about to head inside when Ryan suddenly appeared, grabbing my arm
