Chapter 5

I was forcibly stuffed into a heavy red gown, my unmasked injuries visible, my leg still not healed, forcing me to hunch over. I leaned on Willow’s arm, leading her step-by-step towards the man in the sharp suit.

The emcee, microphone in hand, excitedly announced: “Next, let’s invite the bride’s sister to offer her blessings to the happy couple!”

The entire hall suddenly fell silent. All cameras, lights, and eyes swiveled to me.

I looked at the crowd and smiled, a smile that made blood seep from the corner of my lips.

“Thank you all for coming despite your busy schedules.” I paused, my voice ice-cold.

“Today is a joyous day for my husband and my own sister. Come on, give a round of applause for this shameless, despicable pair!”

A stir went through the crowd. Some people laughed out loud, as if I wasn’t an injured person, but part of the opening act.

Julian’s face instantly twisted. He lunged forward and slapped me across the face.

“SMACK!”

The blow made me see stars, and my mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He leaned in and roared:

“Are you insane?! Where’s the script Willow gave you? Do you want to ruin us?!”

Willow stood to the side, wiping away tears: “Sister, why are you humiliating me?”

I spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed like a madwoman.

“You tore my life apart first, and now you’re playing the victim? You want to put on a show? I’ll play along until the very end.”

I pulled out my phone, tapped the screen twice, and coldly watched the two of them.

Julian narrowed his eyes: “What trick are you playing?”

He looked around, saw nothing happen, and then he smiled, a cold, vicious smile. He leaned down close to me, grabbed my collar, and dragged me to the edge of the stage.

“You think you can threaten me? A helpless orphan dares to challenge me?”

“I’m telling you.”

Before he could finish, he swung a punch at my face. Before I could react, he kicked me in the stomach again, the pain so intense I could barely breathe.

“You want sympathy, don’t you? Then cry! If you don’t publicly kneel and kowtow forty-nine times to Willow and pay fifty million, I’ll make sure no one claims your body tomorrow!”

Julian snarled, kicking me again.

Just then.

“BANG!”

A deafening gunshot ripped through the wedding hall’s commotion. The main doors were kicked open, and a swarm of men in black suits flooded in, the atmosphere instantly freezing, like Death himself had arrived.

The man leading them was tall and imposing, dressed in a dark black trench coat, his steps calm, yet each one radiated lethal intent.

Seeing him, the entire hall erupted almost immediately.

Silas Blackwood!

The most untouchable man in South City, the living Grim Reaper of the underworld, a name that struck terror into hearts!