Chapter 3
748words
She paused and continued indignantly, "In order to compete with Irvy for first place in the photography competition, you hired those darned thugs to force Irvy into taking obscene photos! You even framed him for cheating in the contest!
"If I hadn't arrived in time, Irvy would've almost… He almost killed himself back then!"
When Natalia heard this, her gaze instantly turned glacial. "Get lost! If you keep disrupting my wedding, I'll make sure you experience everything Irvy suffered. I'll make you—"
Before she could finish speaking, I staggered to my feet and ran straight toward the road beside us.
A massive truck came roaring toward me. Just as I closed my eyes and waited for death to claim me, someone shoved me hard out of the way.
Natalia dragged her injured leg as she rushed in front of me to grab my collar forcefully. "Who are you putting on this suicidal act for? Do you think this will make me go easy on you?"
At the same time, the system reminded me, "Lucian, Natalia's affection points are going up. Do you wish to continue the mission?"
I stared at Natalia in shock, only to see her instructing her assistant to cancel the wedding. She seemed to sense my gaze and looked up at me. I calmly looked away.
In my mind, I replied, "No."
All I wanted now was to go home.
After the driver sent me back, I realized I had several abrasions all over my body. There was mud and blood everywhere. I was absolutely filthy.
I found some medicine and was about to clean myself up when someone suddenly kicked the door open.
Shiloh stormed in furiously and kicked me hard in the stomach. "Where did you take Irvy? If anything happens to him, I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death!"
Natalia and Mavis rushed in right behind her. Both of them shot me hostile glares.
"So that's why you kept staging those pathetic performances again and again. You did it to cover up your crimes. Let me tell you this. If anything happens to Irvy, I'll make you pay with your life!"
But how would I know where he had gone this time?
Still, their words served as a reminder. If they cared about Irving that much, maybe his disappearance really would drive them insane to the point of killing me.
When I didn't respond, Natalia shot me a hateful, vicious look. "Looks like you won't talk if we don't make you suffer a little."
She grabbed a bottle of alcohol nearby and poured it directly onto my wounds. A sharp, searing pain tore through me. Cold sweat instantly broke out all over my body.
But the women were far from done. They ordered their bodyguards to pin me down.
Shiloh picked up a pair of fireplace tongs, while Natalia kept pouring alcohol onto my wounds.
I panicked in earnest. I did want to die, but I didn't want to be tortured to death!
So, I struggled desperately. Suddenly, a wooden stick slammed hard into the back of my head.
Blood streamed down my forehead. My body trembled, and I no longer had the strength even to scream. "Just… kill me…"
Seeing that I was still stubbornly refusing to speak, Natalia picked up a knife and walked toward me. The cold gleam of the blade stopped less than an inch from my left eyeball.
"Do you think putting on such an act will make us go soft on you? I'll ask you one last time. Where is Irvy?" Natalia asked menacingly.
I raised my pale face, exhausting every ounce of strength to force out a smug smile. "Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks.
"Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!"
Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest.
I collapsed limply onto the floor.
Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"
