"Why did you force my parents to their deaths? Tell me! Franco, tell me!"
"They were the people I loved most, and you killed them!"
The man's face looked as though the rain had washed away all its color, radiating a chilling frost. His lips barely moved.
"They deserved it."
Those three heartless words struck her like a lightning bolt.
She stumbled backward, opening her mouth to speak, but the violent surge of emotion stole her breath. Her vision darkened, the only thing still catching the light being the dazzling blue sapphire brooch pinned to her chest.
It was a rare gem Franco had acquired from an auction. For half a month, he had stayed up every night after she fell asleep, meticulously crafting and polishing it by hand.
The head of the White Group, a man with endless responsibilities, had done all that for her.
A proposal in a sea of flowers. What an absolute joke!
The past two weeks had felt like a dream. The man she was supposed to marry was the monster who had driven her parents to their graves.
She ripped the brooch off and threw it into the crescent lake without a second thought, the pouring rain battering her trembling body.
"How could you act like nothing ever happened?!"
"Franco, you are terrifying!"
The memories she had lost flashed through her mind like a cinematic reel.
Every single scene was saturated with her desperate agony. Her heart-wrenching screams were swallowed by the wind, sounding like choked, blood-filled sobs.
"I will never marry you. I'd rather die."
"Every second of my past makes me regret ever meeting you. I shouldn't have met you, and I definitely shouldn't have fallen in love with you!"
"Why didn't you just kill me too?!"
It hurt so much...
Petty plummeted into a boundless, suffocating darkness. She heard herself crying, screaming. The tidal wave of emotions sent her body into rigid spasms.

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