He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 274

The day before the welcoming gala, the atmosphere in the Sullivan household was both busy and festive.

However, a mysterious, unsigned package arrived, dropping like cold water into boiling oil, instantly shattering the peace.

The package was delivered by a special courier. It was wrapped in an exquisitely crafted black velvet box, tied with a dark gold ribbon.

The card only had one line written on it: [To the Sullivan Heiress, for your eyes only.]

The butler didn't dare delay and respectfully delivered the box to Sienna's room.

At the time, Sienna was trying on the final semi-finished dress, with Evelyn and Lucas keeping her company.

Seeing the suspicious box, Evelyn looked concerned. "Sienna, who sent this? Should we have the guards check it first?"

"No need." Sienna's eyes fell on the black box, a flash of realization in her gaze.

She was far too familiar with this intensely arrogant and eerie style.

She walked over and, in front of everyone, untied the ribbon and slowly opened the lid.

The next second, Evelyn let out a short gasp, instinctively covering her mouth.

Resting quietly on the black velvet lining was a piece of bone.

It was a segment of a human finger bone, cleaned meticulously until it was pale as jade.

Even more bizarre was that a ring of tiny, glittering diamonds had been carefully embedded around the joint.

It was bloody, grotesque, and carried a sickeningly morbid elegance.

Beneath the bone lay a black card with a line written in silver ink, the handwriting wild and bold:

[Welcome home. I haven't forgotten your debt.]

There was no signature, but that wildly arrogant handwriting and this shocking gift could only come from Cillian Blackwood.

Sienna's expression didn't change; she simply reached out and calmly picked up the card.

The silver ink glinted coldly in the light.

Three years ago, in that smoke-filled underground casino reeking of sweat and blood.

Stacks of cash piled on the card tables, the air thick with despair and madness.

And Laird Vane, who was executed right there on the spot...

She still remembered that terrifying, bloody scene.

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