Chapter 7 "Don't blame me for being cruel. You stole half of Sean's heart and learned my secret. That's why you have to disap- pear for good." Tiffany ordered her dragged into a car. After ninety minutes, the burns to her eyes subsided enough for Jessica to make out blurry shapes. She was taken to a bustling old estate-someone was hosting a birthday banquet. Before she could escape, her captors changed into costumes and forced her onto a platform. They beat and tortured her with various objects. She curled up, trying to flee, but everyone blocked her path. A sharp blade pierced her skin, mangling flesh. Burning exorcism scrolls rained down, searing her wounds. Saltwater splashed over her, multiplying the agony... Jessica wished for death. Applause erupted below the stage. Tiffany explained to Emma Mitchell with a smile: "Grandma, that blood-covered, twisted creature is the evil spirit. The exorcists are performing the ritual to cleanse your bad luck! May you live a hundred years!" Emma patted Tiffany's hand approvingly. "Such a dutiful girl, unlike that Jessica. No skills, no connections-just her presence brings bad luck! Yet she bewitched Sean! He nearly cut ties with us to marry her!" "Three years married, still no pregnancy. Without you, our Mitchell line would end with Sean!" Sean protested quietly, "Grandma." Emma scoffed. "The Mitchell Group nears bankruptcy. Tiffany pledged two billion in investment. What can Jessica do? Squander our wealth? Who knows where she's wasting money now!" Other Mitchell relatives chimed in: "Exactly! Tiffany's our savior. Jessica only shamed the Mitchell name." "Everyone envies Sean for marrying a high-society princess. When Jessica was his wife, I hid in embarrassment!" "Thank goodness Sean came to his senses and wed Tiffany. If only Jessica's death weren't fake..." Tiffany smiled radiantly. "Grandma, the performance is over. Let's dine." Hearing familiar voices, Jessica tried lifting her head-only to be kicked down. 0.0 % 08:09 Chapter 7 Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Sean leaving. Staggering futility washed over her. She strained to scream accusations, to expose Tiffany. But her scalded throat could produce no sound-only searing pain. Blood mixed with tears on her face. Sean, you mistook Tiffany for me. Now you don't recognize me either-watching them torture me! Sean sensed something and turned. Those crimson eyes felt hauntingly familiar. The raw hatred in them unsettled him deeply. Sean unconsciously spoke up, "Tiffany, the injuries on her..." 288 (Vouchers Tiffany halted, surprised he'd noticed Jessica. A flicker of unreadable emotion crossed her eyes before she replied, "They're obviously fake." "Sean, stop staring. Let's go eat-I'm starving. Bet the baby's hungry too." Sean immediately averted his gaze. Once the crowd dispersed, the man in costume viciously kicked Jessica. "What're you gaping at? He's the high-society princess's husband! What kind of trash are you to even look at Mr. Mitchell?" They roughly dragged Jessica away, dumping her into a shallow mountain pit. Someone stuffed cloth over her mouth and nose. "Don't haunt us if you die. Blame yourself for provoking New York's princess. Did you really think trash like you could touch her?" Suffocation triggered Jessica's instinctive struggle. She'd long lost all strength. Slowly closing her eyes, she awaited death in despair. Agony tore through her body, yet a liberating smile touched her lips. Sean, my only regret is ever loving you. You betrayed me and broke your vows. May we never meet again-in this life or beyond! Before darkness fully claimed her, frantic footsteps and shouts pierced the air. 53.1 % 08.00 Chapter 7 "Ms. Jessica-" "How dare they harm the mistress! They deserve death!" "Get her to the hospital now!" 97.2 % 08:09 283 Vouchers Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!