Chapter 3

That same day, I was kicked out of the company, my position taken over by Rhys.

Late that night, the three of them returned, reeking of alcohol.

When Isabella saw me, disgust flashed in her eyes. She curled her lip and barked,

“What are you staring at? Come serve Rhys and get him ready for his bath! You’re useless, that’s all you’re good for.”

Meanwhile, a drunken Rhys was leering, lust-struck, at Chloe’s cleavage.

An idea sparked in my mind. I feigned obedience and answered her.

Inside the bathroom, I watched the drunken Rhys with a cold stare. I grabbed his collar and shoved him into the filled bathtub.

His hazy eyes snapped clear. He struggled fiercely against my grip.

“So, you were faking it? Interesting, very interesting.”

Our eyes met, and I clearly saw the vicious glint in his.

I scoffed, then delivered an uppercut to his gut.

He doubled over, writhing in pain, his once handsome face instantly contorting, flushed red.

“You damn bastard! How dare you hit me? You’re finished!”

“The Miller Corporation and your women? They’re mine. You’re destined to lose everything, to be reduced to ashes and scattered!”

Hearing Rhys’s confident, hateful words, my heart skipped a beat. I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

He’d been reborn too.

I pretended to be confused, giving him an innocent look, then continued to pummel him.

Rhys let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig.

The next second, Isabella and Chloe burst into the cramped bathroom, their faces anxious and filled with concern.

The sight of Rhys getting beaten made their eyes contract violently.

“Are you looking for a fight?! Still daring to touch Rhys? Today, you’re definitely getting a lesson you won’t forget!”

Isabella’s chest heaved with rage, while Chloe carefully helped Rhys up.

Rhys leaned weakly into her arms, blood from his nose dripping onto Chloe’s nightgown, staining it with crimson spots.

He dramatically clutched his chest, coughing weakly, like a character from a tragic play. He furrowed his brow, saying,

“It’s alright. I shouldn’t have come to your home. It’s normal for Asher to have grudges. I’ll leave now.”

With that, he started coughing violently, as if trying to cough out his lungs.

Isabella and Chloe watched him, their hearts aching.

“This is your home! If anyone’s leaving, it’s the rotten excess baggage. It’s pouring outside, and you’re so frail. You’re staying right here!”

Isabella finished, her gaze fixed on me, as if I were a heinous criminal.

I clenched my jaw, my entire jawline tight.

Such vile people. In my past life, I had trusted them implicitly, based on over a decade of shared history.

Even when I was misunderstood as a good-for-nothing, I never bothered to explain myself.

All because of my father’s will, which stipulated that I choose one of them to be my wife.

They were the girls raised by my family since childhood, meant to be our future matriarchs. But human hearts are fickle. They were no longer the Isabella and Chloe who once prioritized me, who guarded me like the apple of their eye.

They conspired with an outsider to kill me, to have my remains scattered to the wind.

Such treacherous traitors! In this life, I would make them pay for their blood debt!