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Seeing the look in Wallace’s eyes, a wave of despair crashed over me.
He had always been ruthless–unyielding and unforgiving. If he truly believed my sister’s lies, there was no doubt in my mind: I wouldn’t just die–I’d die a death far more brutal than the one I once escaped.§
The moment my sister finished her teary performance, my parents leapt in to support her narrative.
“Yes, Mr. Jacobson, everything she said is the truth!”
“Nancyand Mary are both our daughters–we would never lie about something like this,” my father added with false gravity.
“We love them both,” my mother said with a sorrowful shake of her head. “But as parents… we simply cannot accept that one of our children turned out to be so cruel. We must stand for what’s right.“|
“Mary is innocent, Mr. Jacobson. Please don’t punish a good person for another’s evil.”
Their voices trembled with conviction, as though their willingness to condemn me somehow proved their virtue.
They spoke like martyrs.
As though they were making some noble sacrifice.M
But I knew the truth.B
They weren’t standing for justice–they were burying it.
The weight of betrayal crushed my chest, more suffocating than the pain of my wounds. I had long known they favored my sister. But watching them now–lying so fluently, pushing me into the fire to save her–I couldn’t stop the tremor that ran through my bloodied body.
Just when I thought Wallace might believe them–might raise his wrath against me–he suddenly smiled.
It was a smile cold enough to freeze the air around him.
“Excellent,” he said softly.
Then he clapped, slow and sharp, the sound echoing through the room like the ticking of a death clock.
“What an incredible family,” he said. “To protect one daughter’s lies, you were willing to sacrifice the other.”>
He glanced at them with scorn dripping from his voice.§
“You three… really don’t deserve to live.”
With a flick of his fingers, several men in black moved forward and restrained my parents and sister without a word.
Panic erupted.
“Mr. Jacobson–please! We’re telling the truth!”
“Don’t be fooled by Nancy! She’s not as innocent as she looks!“}
“She tricked all of us–please listen!”
Their voices rang out, desperate, clinging to any shred of control. But Wallace ignored them completely.”
Instead, he turned to me.
I was still trembling, barely able to hold myself upright. Gently, he walked over and knelt beside me, lifting me into his arms as if I were something precious–fragile and irreplaceable.
His voice, when he spoke, was so soft I thought I might be dreaming.”
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.“)
In all the years I’d lived, I had never once crossed paths with Wallace.
Yet here he was–shielding me, protecting me, holding me as though I meant the world to him.”
In his eyes, I saw something more than pity.
Grief. Anger. Longing.”
Something ancient and raw that I didn’t understand.}}
I wanted to ask him why.
Why me? Why now?!
But the pain in my body was too much. The moment his warmth wrapped around me, I lost consciousness.
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When I awoke, I was lying in a large, luxurious bed.
Soft sheets cradled my sore body. My wounds had been cleaned and bandaged with expert care. Around me, the scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint fragrance of lavender. There were people nearby–maids, maybe nurses–moving quietly, watching over me.”
I blinked, disoriented.
“…Where am I?” I asked weakly.
A woman in an elegant uniform stepped forward with a respectful smile. “Mrs. Jacobson, you’re in the Jacobson family manor.“}
Her words stunned me.}
I stared at her, confused. “You must be mistaken… I’m not Mrs. Jacobson.“)
But she only smiled again, gently, and said nothing.”
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A woman in an elegant uniform stepped forward with a respectful smile. “Mrs. Jacobson, you’re in the Jacobson family manor ”
Her words stunned me
I stared at her, confused. “You must be mistaken… I’m not Mrs. Jacobson.”
But she only smiled again, gently, and said nothing.&
My heart pounded.S
I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain that shot through my ribs, and tried to get out of bed.!!
The manor was vast–more palace than home. Every inch was majestic, filled with elegance and silence. Yet no matter where I went, every person I passed bowed politely and addressed me as “Mrs. Jacobson.“>
No one corrected themselves.!
No one hesitated.
It was as if I truly belonged here.
But I didn’t. Did I?
Every time I asked a question–Why am I here? Why are you calling me that?-they only smiled, bowed, and offered tea or assistance. Never answers.
