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“Vincent! Save me!”
“Serena, you bitch! Without Vincent, you’re nothing!”
“Let me go! Or Vincent will make you pay!”
I smirked. Ignoring the gasps around me, I kicked Lily Ann hard in the stomach.
She curled up, howling in pain, her cries filling the grand hall.
“Serena! I hope you rot in hell!”
“No wonder you couldn’t keep a baby! Got your womb carved out!”
“A blood-soaked bitch like you doesn’t deserve kids!”
My breath caught. My nails dug deep into my palms.
I kicked her again, harder. Then I pulled a knife, pressing the tip against her lower belly.
“Oh, big deal, you can pop out a kid? I'll carve it out right now! Let's see you have children then!”
Blood trickled down Lily’s thighs. I pressed the knife harder.
BANG!
The bullet grazed my cheek. Blood dripped onto the marble floor.
I stared at Vincent, my eyes wild.
“Vincent Shaw… you shot at me?”
Vincent’s eyes were bloodshot, his face a mask of strained control.
“Serena, I warned you. She’s young. Leave her alone!”
“You… you pushed me to this!”
The knife in my hand plunged straight into Vincent’s chest.
I stared coldly at Vincent, twisting the blade. “You’re wrong, Vincent. You pushed me!”
“If you’d just signed the damn papers, none of this would be happening!”
Vincent’s men drew their weapons. My crew did the same.
People who’d once fought back-to-back now aimed guns at each other.
Vincent yanked the knife out, blood soaking his shirt.
He scooped Lily Ann up, his gaze lingering on the cut on my cheek.
“I won’t divorce you. I promised your father. Mrs. Shaw will always be you.”
“But pray Lily and the baby are okay. Or you’ll regret it.”
That afternoon, Vincent sent me a video.
Lily Ann, sobbing hysterically in a hospital bed.
“Our baby’s gone, Vincent! Kill that psycho! Avenge our baby!”
Vincent’s voice came through the phone. “Serena. You’ll pay!”
CRASH!A bullet shattered the living room window. His declaration of war.
My businesses started crumbling.
The shipping terminal “accidentally” caught fire.
The club raided and shut down. Even the most profitable casino was hit, repeatedly vandalized.
Seeing my crew, battered and broken, my heart broken.
I drove a knife straight through Vincent’s face in our wedding portrait.
“Fine, Vincent Shaw, forget the divorce. We end this! It’s you or me now!.”
Port City descended into chaos. Days filled with fear, nights shattered by gunfire.
Influential Mafia bosses tried to mediate.
“Vincent, Serena stood by you from nothing. Is a fling worth tearing everything apart?.”
“Serena, stand down. You two are tearing the whole damn city apart.”
Vincent glared at me. “I’ll stop. If Serena gets on her knees and apologizes to Lily.”
I snorted. “Apologize? Hell no. But I’ll happily send her straight to hell!”
A photo slid across the table. My father’s grave… and the tiny plot for my baby… both empty.
Vincent’s eyes were ice. “Serena. Stand down. Or I can’t guarantee where their ashes end up.”
The man who lifted him up. The child who never got a chance.
Now become his tools to control me.
The Vincent Shaw who loved me fiercely at eighteen… he was dead. Killed by the man he became.
I looked at Vincent and laughed. A hollow, empty sound. “Alright, Vincent Shaw. You win.”
