He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 317

Lyla had slathered on a heavy layer of makeup to mask her hollowed cheeks and crazed expression. Dressed in a server's uniform, she kept her head down, actively avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room.

On the tray she carried sat several flutes of champagne and a glass of vibrant red wine.

Hidden perfectly beneath the coaster of that red wine was a tiny glass vial, wrapped tight in layers of brown tape.

Inside that vial was a highly concentrated corrosive acid—purchased off the black market with every last dime Madeline had given her.

Just one drop could supposedly make solid wood smoke and rot on contact.

Her target was K's yet-to-be-unveiled masterpiece, and K's miraculous, painting hands.

She was going to make absolutely sure those hands could never pick up a brush again!

As the night progressed, the gala entered its highly anticipated auction segment.

The host's voice boomed over the speakers, calling the star of the night, artist K, to the stage.

Amidst thunderous applause, Sienna walked elegantly onto the platform.

Standing under the blinding spotlight, a confident smile graced her lips as she briefly shared the emotional journey behind creating the piece.

"I named this painting 'Phoenix Rising'. It represents destruction, but it also represents rebirth."

"I dedicate it to anyone who has ever fought their way out of the abyss, refusing to surrender to despair."

With that, she and the host pulled back the crimson velvet drape covering the massive easel.

In an instant, the entire hall plunged into dead silence.

Everyone was utterly paralyzed by the masterpiece before them.

On the sprawling canvas, a breathtakingly majestic phoenix was tearing itself free from an abyss of roaring flames. Its wings were on fire, yet its eyes were fiercely resolute, blazing with a desperate hunger for life and an unstoppable force.

The overwhelming scale, the explosive colors, the god-like mastery of technique.

Anyone who looked at it felt the shockwave of a soul that had been burned to ash, only to reconstruct itself into something infinitely more powerful.

"It's... it's magnificent..."

"This is absolutely K's magnum opus!"

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