Chapter 3

Lucy shrieked from right behind me, “I bet those old men bought them for you just to play with you! Does Damien even know you’ve slept with so many guys?”

Grace took another doll out from the cabinet and raised her arm, getting ready to smash it against the wall.

“Don’t touch it!”

I broke free from their grip. However, before I could take more than a few steps, Lucy yanked me back, causing me to lose my balance.

With a heavy thud, I crashed to the floor. Desperate, I reached out and clamped my hands onto Grace’s leg.

“You crazy woman, let it go–”

Grace looked down at me, her lips curling into a sneer. “Then beg me.”

Holding onto her leg, my entire body shook as tears blurred my vision.

“If you treat me like this, Damien will never let you get away with it!”

Grace’s lips twitched into a smile. “What? Are you saying you’re pregnant, you bitch? I am Damien’s official girlfriend. The Fischer family belongs to me in the future, so there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook. But looking at you right now… Tsk tsk. Why don’t you say you’re a homewrecker and that you’re sorry? Admit your mistake to me sincerely and beg me, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Lucy laughed from behind her. “Grace, look at how pathetic she looks.”

I kept my head down, my body trembling with rage.

Eventually, I lifted my gaze and said, “If you treat me like this, you’re dead.”

Grace’s expression turned cold, and she kicked me away hard.

“Refusing to beg? You bitch. You’ve been given plenty of chances, but you’ve made no use of them. Well then, I’d love to see just how tough you really are!”

With a sweep of her arm, she sent the dolls on the display shelves crashing to the floor. Each crash sounded heavier than the last. Ceramic heads rolled toward the foot of the bed, and limbs shattered all over the floor.

“No!”

I frantically tried to push myself up to scramble over and save them, but Lucy kicked me right in the waist from behind.

“Did anyone say you could move? Keep your eyes wide open and watch!”

“You bitch! You're spending my boyfriend’s money to buy this worthless garbage?” Grace took another one out from the cabinet and continued, “Who do you think you are?”

My eyes widened in sheer horror, and my head started buzzing.

“Let go! Don’t touch it! I told you not to touch it!”

That doll was my eighteenth birthday present. Damien had specially ordered it custom-made for me from abroad. The intricate embroidery on its clothes was handcrafted by a master artisan and had required a four-month waiting list. It meant the world to me as it was a symbol of how much my brother adored me.

Seeing me trying to crawl back up, Lucy slammed her foot right onto my back. I was forced flat against the floor, left with no choice but to watch Grace throw the doll against the floor, creating a deep crack across the doll’s surface.

“Damien! Damien gave that to me! You’re not allowed to touch it!”

I struggled like an absolute lunatic. Startled by my sheer madness, Lucy’s grip faltered for a second. Using that brief moment, I dragged myself forward on my hands and knees, throwing my body over the broken doll on the floor. As my fingertips brushed against the deep crack, tears splashed onto the back of my hand.

“Damien, I’m sorry… I didn’t take good care of it. I let them break it.”

My eyes turned bloodshot, and I stared daggers at Grace.

“I hate you! I hate you! You deserve to die!”

However, before I could even manage to struggle to my feet, Grace picked up another doll and hurled it straight at me. The mocking smile never left her face.

“You’re the one who should die, you bitch.”

With that, Grace and Lucy each grabbed a doll. One smashed a doll against my body, while the other brought one down hard on my head. I collapsed weakly onto the floor, feeling as if every bone in my body were shattering into pieces.

My vision grew blurry, but I could still clearly recognize those two specific dolls. Those were custom-made dolls my parents had specially ordered for me when I turned ten. They represented my parents, who wanted me to remember that no matter what, I would always be the wealthy heiress of the Fischer family, and I could do whatever I wanted in life because they would always support and protect me.

Right now, those very dolls were slowly being stained with blood, their limbs scattered in disarray. My heart, too, felt like it had shattered along with them. Those dolls, which Grace had smashed to pieces, were the treasured possessions I had cherished for ten years.

Incessant ringing filled my ears, and I could barely think straight anymore.

“Look closely at this face, everyone. Steer clear of her in the future, and don’t let yourself get targeted by this woman.”