Twenty-Six receipts of betrayal Novel novel Chapter 52

Vincent snarled:

“Don’t push me too far! I’ve been nothing but good to you all these years–I don’t owe you anything!”

“Ha! Your shamelessness never ceases to amaze me. Even thicker than I imagined.”

“I heard your side piece’s leg suddenly healed? Perfect. Let’s see what’s harder–your mouth or shark teeth.”

I raised my hand slightly, and my guards began lowering Bianca’s rope.

As Bianca’s legs approached the sharks‘ gaping jaws, Vincent finally screamed, eyes blood–red:

“Fine! I agree! Just don’t hurt her!”

“That’s more like it. Ah, suddenly missing the smell of last night’s barbecue. Now, put out all these cigarettes on yourself.”

The guards brought over a bouquet of one hundred lit cigarettes.

Vincent didn’t hesitate to press them against his chest, the sizzling sound filling the air.

He didn’t even flinch as he stared at me:

“Satisfied now?”

“Not even close. Drink this bucket of slop. Every last drop.”

This humiliating demand finally made Vincent frown.

But seeing Bianca’s tears, he gritted his teeth:

“I’ll drink it!”

This time, Vincent couldn’t maintain his composure.

Halfway through, he collapsed to the side, retching violently.

I shook my head regretfully:

“Such a shame. Vincent didn’t follow through. My apologies.”

At my command, the guards‘ iron rods came down on Bianca’s legs.

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Chapter 7

The sound of shattering bones filled the air as Bianca let out an agonizing scream.

“Lindsay!”

“You used to be tough, sure, but never this vicious. What turned you into this?”

I lit a cigarette and smiled:

“All thanks to you, Vincent. Don’t understand? Let me make it crystal clear.”

The next second, familiar voices crackled through the speakers.

Soon everyone could hear exactly how Vincent and Bianca had framed me for assault and sent me to prison.

How they’d paid people to torture me inside.

The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs:

“Wait, so Bianca’s leg was never broken? She was faking it the whole time?!”

“If you wanted to dump her, just say so! Why frame her and send her to prison to be tortured? Thank God Lindsay survived. Vincent’s absolutely disgusting!”

I watched his ashen face and smiled:

“You said her leg was ruined because of me. I already did the time for that. But since her leg was never broken, seems like I got a raw deal, doesn’t it?”

“So me coming to collect what I’m owed seems pretty reasonable, right?”

Vincent fell silent for a moment, his tone no longer so righteous:

“Lindsay, so you knew all along. You came here for revenge today?”

“I wronged you, but I take responsibility for what I did. This has nothing to do with Bianca. I’m the one who hurt

you–she never did anything to you.”

“I just thought… she reminded me of how you used to be. Innocent, kind, gentle. I missed that version of you. But you kept getting stronger, so strong it scared me. It’s all my fault. Take it out on me however you want, but let her go.”

His words made me burst into laughter–laughter that brought tears to my eyes:

“Innocent, kind, and gentle? Vincent, if I’d stayed that version of Lindsay, neither of us would be alive today.”

Back then, we had nothing.

Chapter 7

Two orphans with no family protection–if we wanted to survive in this world, to rise above our circumstances, we only had each other. We had to fight our way through blood and tears.

“Besides, do you really think she’s so innocent and kind?”

“What do you mean?”

I gestured to my guards, and they yanked the diamond necklace–the one Bianca used to love flaunting–from her

throat.

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