Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 1

"Lillian, make sure the jade key stays safe," a frail woman on the hospital bed, clutched her daughter Lillian Sinclair's arm, her voice trembling with desperation. "Leave the Sinclair family, go to Kingston, find Sebastian Whitmore…"

"Mom!"

Lillian jolted awake. Darkness engulfed her surroundings, the air thick with a pungent stench of decay. Her terrified gaze gradually turned cold. She wrapped her thin, twig-like arms around her legs, the movement causing a rattling clatter. Heavy iron chains bound her ankles and neck. Her tattered clothes barely clung to her emaciated body, which was stained with dried blood and countless scars.

She was nothing more than skin and bones; if not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, one could easily mistake her for a corpse. She had lost count of how many years had passed in this lightless, hellish basement. Day after day, she was greeted only by the bites of mosquitoes and rats, and endless torment.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the entrance. Moments later, the basement door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to pierce the gloom.

Lillian narrowed her eyes subconsciously, with a sneer on her lips. Here it comes again, will I be whipped or poisoned this time?

Several men in black came in, dragged her from the corner roughly and skilfully, and threw her on the ground like garbage.

The sound of high heels came from far away, and finally, the pair of high heels, studded with luxurious diamonds, stopped in front of Lillian's bloody hands, raised one foot, and stepped hard on them.

“Ugh!” A muffled groan sounded.

Vivian Prescott raised a delicate eyebrow, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she gazed at the battered figure on the ground. With a mocking voice, she said, “Lillian, how does it feel to live a life worse than a dog’s?”

The figure on the ground slowly lifted her head, revealing a face so horrifying it sent shudders down the spine. Her face was barely recognizable, with barely a spot of smooth skin. It was covered in red scars, like worms squirming across her skin, grotesque and horrifying. The cheeks, pockmarked and wrinkled, resembled those of a hideous monster.

Lillian stared at the gorgeous woman, letting out a raspy laugh. Her voice, rough like broken glass, was painfully shrill.

It's this very woman who wears a mask of gentleness and kindness, but underneath, she’s the one who killed my mother! She turned me from the young lady of the Sinclair family into this pitiful creature - neither fully alive nor dead!

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