Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Mirabella already knew from her expression that she was right, “Before you buried her alive, she must have begged you not to do something stupid, but rage and fear blinded you. In the end, when she knew there was no escape, she wrote ‘suicide’ on her clothes, trying to protect you with her last breath.”Even facing death, Yvonne didn’t spend her precious moments calling for help, possibly because she was in too much pain, without her phone, or maybe because she wanted to protect Yolanda, to awaken the last bit of conscience in her.
Whatever her reason, she still had her daughter in her heart.
“No, no.” Yolanda began to cry, and after a while, she collapsed, sobbing, “She overheard me talking about revenge, always telling me to stop being foolish. I didn’t listen, and then she threatened to call the police. She never truly put herself in my shoes!”
Tears streamed down Yolanda’s face as she spoke of her grief, “My real parents died, and I went from heiress of Tranquil City to nothing, my life plummeting from heaven to hell. But she never really understood! Instead, she wanted me to forget my past as if it never happened!”
Yolanda felt a mix of hatred, anger, and injustice, “Her false compassion killed her! She was timid and afraid – why did she expect me to be the same?”
Mirabella watched her tear herself apart with grief, and asked calmly, “So you killed her?”
“If she hadn’t wanted to call the cops, to get them to talk me out of it, I never would have picked up that knife! I just wanted to scare her. But then she said if I was set on revenge, I might as well kill her first.
She thought I wouldn’t do it.” Yolanda’s voice broke into sobs.”So you hardened your heart?” Mirabella felt she understood what happened.
Seeing Yolanda’s emotional collapse, Mirabella didn’t press further, knowing she wouldn’t get more answers now. She pushed open the interrogation room door and walked away, leaving the crying woman alone.
Mirabella wasn’t one to seek immediate revenge. She knew all too well that once she stepped away from this hellhole, there would be a line of others eager to settle scores with Yolanda.
Sure enough, before long, Yolanda was hauled into a dimly lit back room.
Romeo had arrived with his crew in tow.
There, Yolanda sat like a forsaken pup, lifting her tear-streaked eyes to face the man she once dreamed of marrying. A wave of bitter regret and tumultuous emotions washed over her.
Two of Romeo’s goons held her arms firmly, while a third force-fed her a bottle of some vile concoction.
Despite Yolanda’s frantic struggles, the liquid poured down her throat.
“You had Bella drink this, and as her fiancé, I’ll let you get a taste of your own medicine,” Romeo’s thin lips parted, his voice cold and merciless. “Yours comes with a double dose.”
Blood spilled from Yolanda’s lips.
It felt as though invisible fists were tearing her insides apart. She hadn’t expected the poison to act so fast; in moments, her entire body was wracked with unbearable pain.
Romeo watched her transition from struggling in agony to desperately begging for mercy. His handsome face remained impassive throughout.
Before Yolanda could even crawl to his feet, one of his men kicked her aside. No matter how many times she tried, she was relentlessly shoved away.
“Please, give me the antidote.” Yolanda knew there had to be one. How else could Mirabella have survived?With a slight nod from Romeo, a henchman produced a small clear vial.
Romeo glanced down with detached eyes and spoke without a hint of sympathy, “If you want it, kneel and bow your head fifty times.”
Yolanda knew Romeo’s demand was a way to avenge Mirabella.
This act of submission was for Mirabella.
Her forehead bled from the effort, and the torment of the poison made her appear less than human, disheveled and wild.
In agony, she crawled after it, finally managing to pry the cap off. She gulped down the medicine and, after an agonizing wait, felt the sweet relief of life returning to her veins. “This is just the beginning,” Romeo said, signaling his men. They poured another dose of poison into Yolanda’s mouth.
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Romeo stood up and left, and Yolanda wanted to plead for mercy, but before she could utter a sound, the effects of the drug once again tormented her to the brink of death.
For the next twenty-four hours, Romeo’s goons put her through hell.
The following day, she was jolted awake by a splash of saltwater, the sting of it searing through the wounds Mirabella had inflicted, almost causing her to pass out from the pain.
“You assault my servant, kidnap my daughter’s friend, and attempt to poison my little girl. Today, I’m going to get even for them,” Louisa snarled, dragging Yolanda before her and slapping her across the face repeatedly.
Yolanda’s ears rang from the blows, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she felt like a fish on a chopping block, helplessly awaiting her fate. Now, she didn’t dare hope for Louisa’s mercy-she just wanted this torture to end.
When Louisa grew tired, someone brought over a chair for her to rest. Kenneth massaged her hands and instructed his men to “get creative.” The henchmen took out all the needles Louisa had asked them to bring and started jabbing them into Yolanda’s hands and feet.
Some aimed for her wounds, making Yolanda scream in agony, fainting multiple times only to be revived by saltwater, enduring a vicious cycle of torment.
“A vile creature like you doesn’t deserve to live in this world.” Just thinking about her precious daughter coming home covered in blood in Romeo’s arms, Louisa felt Yolanda’s suffering was far too light.
It wasn’t until Yolanda was hanging by a thread that Louisa stood up, her high heels crushing down on Yolanda’s hand.
“Ah.” Yolanda’s whole body trembled with pain, her vision darkening as she nearly lost consciousness.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die easily!” Louisa hissed the words and left with her entourage.
Time lost meaning as Mirabella’s brothers arrived and Yolanda lingered in agony, while from the small, dark room, cries of sheer horror periodically escaped.
Elsewhere.
Mirabella received a call from Grandpa Beck.
“Darling, I’ve come across some leads recently.” The voice of Beck resonated on the other end.
“You’ve been investigating for me?” Mirabella was surprised, not expecting Grandpa Beck to still be concerned and active in her affairs. “Based on your last blood test, the antidote you were given, and the symptoms you exhibited, I surmised that the poison affecting you is ‘Seven Orifices Hemorrhage.””
This ‘Seven Orifices Hemorrhage’ would, after excruciating pain, cause one to bleed from all orifices and die.
Grandpa Beck continued, “A necessary herb for concocting the ‘Seven Orifices Hemorrhage’ is called Gutripper Grass. I tracked down the buyers of this herb and ended up with a lead on a guy nicknamed ‘Stone.’ He was in his twenties, without much ambition in life, just a desire to make quick, big money. Turns out, he was killed by his own creation.”
Mirabella was taken aback, “Are you saying that the person who bought the ‘Seven Orifices Hemorrhage’ from him ended up killing him after getting what they wanted?”
“Exactly,” Grandpa Beck affirmed.
Yolanda clearly didn’t have the clout or the resources, but who could it be? Mirabella pondered deeply.
“I checked the local surveillance and spoke to some of the townsfolk. A witness claimed to have seen someone heading towards Stone’s residence. I went to Nelson and we sketched out a portrait based on the witness’s description of the guy’s features. Take a look; do you recognize him?” Grandpa Beck sent her the hand-drawn image as he spoke.
Mirabella opened the image and saw a drawing of a man wearing a black ski mask and a black baseball cap, tall and skinny in build.
“Stinger?” Mirabella was surprised.
Grandpa Beck was even more taken aback, “You know him? Who’s Stinger?”
Mirabella recounted the incident where Jack had held the auction house owner at gunpoint, and the man in the sketch closely resembled the description of Stinger, especially the sharp, piercing eyes that seemed devoid of any human emotion, cold as a hitman’s.
“If I’m not mistaken, he’s Erik’s right-hand man. Before Erik died, he left a phone with Serena, which probably has Stinger’s contact details. So, Stinger must be secretly working for Serena,” Mirabella speculated.
Upon hearing her analysis, Grandpa Beck was even more surprised. “So, you’re saying that Serena saw the news, knew that Demetrius and Olga were executed, guessed that Yolanda harbored hatred, and wanted to use Yolanda to get rid of you?”
“It’s very likely. Now we just need to catch the Stinger to unveil the truth,” Mirabella said, then thanked Grandpa Beck for helping her investigate despite his age, urging him to rest more and not risk probing into these dangerous matters.But Grandpa Beck couldn’t help asking, “If we catch Stinger and he admits that Serena wanted you gone, what do you plan to do with Serena?”
Without a second thought, Mirabella blurted out, “She wanted to kill me; why would I go easy on her?”
Grandpa Beck was relieved to hear her say this. He was worried Mirabella might feel too compassionate because of family ties.
But now, this answer put his mind at ease.
If it was indeed Serena’s doing, like Mirabella, he wouldn’t let Serena get away with it.
A while later.
Another call came for Mirabella.
“Ms. Bella, Yolanda couldn’t take the pressure anymore and finally spilled the beans. Someone gave her a sum of money, to hire a hitman to kill you. But she wasn’t connected to that underworld, so she didn’t immediately act against you after taking the money.”Mirabella calmly asked, “Did Yolanda say who this person was? Why would they help her?”
“She said that he just told her he was an enemy of yours too, wanting you dead even more than she did, but he couldn’t act openly. Yolanda also mentioned that every time they met, he wore a black ski mask and a black baseball cap, only revealing that he was a man, slim and about two heads taller than her, with a young-sounding voice. Most importantly, he had a scar about two inches long on the back of his left hand.” “Alright, got it,” Mirabella hung up the phone.
In the blink of an eye, it was Friday.
Martin and Serena’s engagement party was in full swing at the Century Grand Hotel.
The internet was abuzz with news of their wedding, with Martin having invited over a hundred journalists to their engagement party, in addition to business partners and all his friends.
Except for Fitch, all his buddies showed up to support them.
He didn’t invite family or personal connections. Just the people Martin had met were enough to throw a lavish wedding.
When the auspicious moment arrived, Serena, dressed in a stunning wedding gown designed by a top designer and wearing a priceless tiara and jewels, was elevated from beneath the stage into the view of all the guests.
Today, she wasn’t in a wheelchair but had a supporting chair hidden under the voluminous skirt of her gown. Because her dress was so full, the guests couldn’t tell there was an issue with her legs and, seeing her posture, assumed she was standing on the stage.
Led by the master of ceremonies, Martin walked down the aisle, holding Serena’s hand under the gaze of all the guests, uttering his vows with deep affection and devotion.
As petals rained down, Martin slipped a diamond ring worth a fortune onto Serena’s finger.
Amidst thunderous applause, they kissed. To avoid any slip-ups, Martin spoke only a few words of thanks to the guests before leading Serena off the stage, out of sight.
A celebrity took the stage to sing a fitting song titled “I Do,” captivating the guests below.Backstage, Martin asked Serena if she was tired, if it was hard to rely on the supporting chair. Serena shook her head gently; she wasn’t done making her mark yet.
Suddenly, Martin received a phone call that changed his expression. “What? Okay, I’ll be right there.”
Serena, seeing him hang up, asked anxiously, “What happened?”
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