Dara did not dare to confront me directly in the days that followed. But, of course, sarcasm, backstabbing, or pranks cannot be avoided.Almost every night, when I return to my sleeping place, I find the blanket stuffed with dead mice, cockroaches, or snakes.These things I can bear; take the blanket out, don't cover for a night, can't get cold to death. But the climax was that today, she was aiming for not my blanket but my clothes.After showering, I returned to my room to find my closet drawer open. I rushed over to check, crumbs scattered everywhere. All the clothes I brought were torn, torn and dirty inside.Behind me was a group of people covering their mouths with gloating laughter.I turned around, glanced at each person's face, and asked. "Who did this?"No one answered me; many people looked at me with pitying eyes but absolutely did not dare to point out the criminal.My chest rose and fell, a wave of invisible anger surged, and my mind seemed engulfed. I rolled my eyes and
"Just a baby with a milky mouth that you can't deal with; don't call yourself my grandchild." Eira glanced sideways at Vera, her thin body could not withstand the strong wind and trembled.Vera laughed, always flattered. "No matter how talented I am, it's not as good as my aunt; you are the best."I'm sick of their fake conversation, I'm not good at guessing other people's thoughts, but their counterfeit expressions are so obvious that everyone here realizes they don't dare to say it. I laughed mockingly loudly enough, then forced the pain to stand.The bad guy suddenly felt guilty; Vera glared at me with big eyes. "What are you laughing at?"I didn't reply, always indifferent as before.Compared to Vera, Eira is more well-behaved. She looked at me once, didn't know the plot in her heart, then lowered her voice, and her attitude became more conciliatory. "Kneel and apologize; I will forgive you once; you are new, and I will not make it difficult for you."As soon as she finished her s
Vincent:These few days passed boringly; I stayed in my bedroom, staring at the space next to me for a long time, and was silent. That woman's liver is enormous, it's been so many days, but she has no intention of begging me to return. Could it be that life as an enslaved person for her is better than being by my side?Thinking about this makes me frown; I don't know how the devil made me get up again, grab my coat, and go out. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Aboli standing on the stairs, looking out.I brushed past her, heading for the car parked in the yard.Suddenly my arm was grabbed by a cold hand; the woman looked at me cautiously, her eyes watering. "Do you want to go out? But outside, the sky is dark; it must be about to rain.""Release!" I said coldly and withdrew my hand.Aboli looked at me with a choked voice momentarily, then asked softly. "Where do you want to go? Can I come with you?""I have to inform you wherever I go?" I impatiently glanced at her with a warning l
Orabella:Tears filled my face when I saw the man standing before me. It seems that whenever I am most desperate, he appears in front of me.Vincent's face was dark, but I was not afraid; on the contrary, seeing the light in a dark place made me want to rush to catch that light.I wanted to struggle but could only impotently lie down and look at Vincent for help. Before I arrived, Clement had his men give me some medicine. I don't know it well, but after I drank it, my body had no strength left, even weaker than when I was starving.Seeing Vincent motionless, I looked at him with teary eyes. Did he misunderstand me and Clement? But this situation is hard not to misunderstand. I was half-full on the bottom, and Clement covered himself with me, his knees propped between my knees, head down."Oh, I thought that a big character who is not afraid of death would dare to appear in my area and be wild. Unexpectedly you." Clement smiled faintly, getting up from my body. "What are you doing her
When I woke up the following day, I checked that the man beside me was still fast asleep. It wasn't a dream, the warmth was still there, and the genuine feeling left me dumbfounded. Not cold blocks of ice, disgusted faces, but a warm arm that carried me under his wings.I peeked at the side of Vincent's face for a bit; when I saw him move, I quickly closed my eyes to hide the mixed emotions in my eyes.A gentle voice rang in my ear. "When you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep."I raised my eyes; the feeling of being exposed made me a little shy.Vincent kissed me lightly on the forehead and said. "Next time you want to pretend, you have to pay attention to your breathing a bit; no one wakes up in the morning breathing so fast."I lowered my eyes, became calm, and slowly nodded.After that day, we still lived together, and no one actively talked about the past. Vincent never asked me what my life was like in Camp A, nor did I ever think to tell him. Even so, I heard shocking news thr
"I'm sorry, Jake," Aboli whispered in her mouth, more tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes.At a time when Aboli thought that by putting all the blame on Jake, she would live, but she didn't know; after what she did, Vincent hated her to the bone.Vincent sat me down in a chair, then walked over to Aboli.At this time, Aboli also sensed the danger; she stepped back, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She kept trembling and asked. "Vincent, what are you going to do? I don't…"He bent down to pick up the knife, carefully examined it, and then mercilessly made a few cuts in Aboli's face. Blood splattered everywhere, some even splashing on Vincent's white shirt. Aboli's scream echoed throughout the house.Vincent's face was devoid of any emotion, turning Aboli's face into a net of wounds. I couldn't help but frown and turn away when I saw this scene.Aboli couldn't have died from those injuries; she was screaming on the floor, her face covered in pain. Vincent didn't mind h
That night not only me but Vincent also lost sleep for a night, I don't know if he could sleep until morning, but when I woke up the following day, I saw Vincent standing by the window, staring out.Vincent heard sound him turn around, then sat beside me, brushing my loose hair back. "Did I wake you up?"I shook my head and looked at the clock; it was nine o'clock in the morning, and I'd had enough sleep."Are you hungry?" Vincent asked again.My stomach throbbed but didn't feel like eating, so I shook my head again. I sat against his bare chest, remembering last night that made me not know what to say to Vincent. Luckily he's not like me; Vincent has a thousand topics to discuss.He looked at me, his voice hoarse. "If you don't want to eat, change your clothes, and I'll take you to an exceptional place." Vincent caressed my cheekbones, the sunlight shining on his dark pupils, transparent like mysterious black crystals. "Remember to wear nice clothes, pretty makeup."I find it strange
There was a little silence inside the curtain, but I could still feel the warm, impatient air. I slowly approached, reaching out to lift the curtain. Why is the curtain so heavy today that I have to use all my strength to pull it off?The solid wall of my heart fell when I saw my mother.I almost didn't recognize her. My mother used to be the most beautiful woman, but now she is pale and yellow like someone with a long illness, so thin that her cheekbones are high. The hair that used to be smooth, always well-groomed, is now also messy. Trembling, I walked over, touched my mother's cold hands, then looked down at her wrists. A pair of oversized handcuffs hugged my mother's slender wrists, leaving bruises like a sharp knife that slashed at my heart, leaving a deep wound.I choked, unable to say a word.My mother hugged me and burst into tears. I tried to hug my mother tightly, afraid she would disappear if I loosened, just like in my previous dreams."Mommy…" I couldn't help but cry li