Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Someone immediately dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
“Miss Hannah! We were wrong! We shouldn’t have badmouthed you! Please spare our lives!”
I walked over to the head table and sat down.
Then I picked up the wine bottle, poured myself a glass, and sipped it leisurely.
“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. After all, I’m not a heartless bastard like Ryan here.”
Ryan watched the scene unfold, his entire body shaking with rage as he spat venomous words.
“Hannah, you poisonous bitch! You’ll die a horrible death!”
“A horrible death?”
I set down my wine glass and walked over to him.
Crouching down, I pressed my knife against his chin.
“Didn’t you used to love this side of me? You said only someone ruthless enough could stand beside you. You said once I became like you, we’d never be apart. So why are you calling me poisonous now?”
Ryan turned his face away, refusing to look at me.
“That’s all in the past! I’ve forgotten everything!”
I clapped my hands with a laugh, and suddenly the ballroom’s big screen lit up.
The wedding photos disappeared, replaced by footage of Ashley tied to a chair.
Her wedding dress was torn to shreds, her belly slightly swollen, her wrists rubbed raw by rope.
Tears streaked down her face, making her look utterly pitiful.
“Ryan! Save me!”
The moment Ashley saw Ryan on the screen, she started crying hysterically.
“Kill her! She’s insane! She’s going to murder me and the baby!”
Seeing this, Ryan’s eyes immediately turned red.
He struggled to rush forward, but I pressed the knife to his throat.
“Don’t move, Kyan. The show’s just getting started.”
“Hannah! Let her go! I’ll give you whatever you want! Money! The company! Everything!”
Ryan’s voice cracked with desperation. This was the first time I’d ever seen him lose control like this.
Too bad it was for another woman.
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I lit a cigarette, took a drag, and blew smoke in his face.
“What do I want? I want you to pay back every single thing you owe me from these eight years.”
When Ashley saw I wasn’t responding, she suddenly started screaming like a maniac.
“Hannah, you fucking whore! You psychotic killer! Even if I die, Ryan will never love you again! He’ll hate you forever!”
I turned to look at Ryan and asked with a smile “Did you hear that? She says you’ll hate me.”
“Pretty funny, right? Sound familiar?”
Ryan’s face turned ashen.
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
“Didn’t you used to want me to hate you?”
I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“You said hate was still a way of remembering, better than forgetting. You said hate me, at least that way I’d still be in your heart. What happened to all that?”
Ryan’s lips moved, but he only managed to say “That’s all in the past.”
“In the past?”
I burst out laughing, then pressed my cigarette into his face, leaving a black mark.
“Whether it’s in the past or not, that’s my call to make.”
“Ashley’s too loud. First step, let’s cut out her tongue.”
“No!”
Ryan suddenly roared.
“Don’t touch her! She’s carrying my child! Take it out on me instead!”
“Take it out on you?”
I raised an eyebrow, then instantly drove my knife into his right leg, the blade precisely severing his Achilles tendon.
“Then let’s settle your debts with your body.”
“Ryan, after all, you owe me quite a lot.”
Ryan bit down hard, not making a sound as cold sweat poured down his forehead like water.
Blood flowed down his pants leg to the floor, mixing with the blood on my wedding dress.
The metallic smell grew stronger and stronger.
That scent awakened the darkness buried deep in my bones. Suddenly I didn’t want this to end so quickly.
I gazed at the face before me with obsessive longing.
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I’d been looking at this face for eight whole years.
Once upon a time, I’d loved it desperately, thought I’d never get tired of it.
But apparently, true feelings can change.
And forever isn’t that long after all.
Ashley saw this scene on the screen and shook with terror, but still tried to sound tough.
“I’m calling the police! I’ll have them arrest you! Have you executed!”
“Call the police?”
I doubled over with laughter.
Ryan’s expression immediately grew tense. He always knew what I cared about.
“She’s just a young girl.”
“So am I. And if I remember correctly, I’m actually two years younger than her.”
“Ryan, your little wild cat is being a bit disobedient…”
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