Chapter 2

My sister's body was so soft, like a carelessly discarded rag doll.

All over her body, only her belly was hard.

A bastard child lay inside.

"Claire, Claire, open your eyes and look. It's me, your sister. I'm here."

My hands, which hadn't even trembled when signing the IPO contract, now shook like I had Parkinson's disease.

But no matter how I called out.

The person in my arms showed no response.

If not for her still breathing, I truly would have gone mad.

"Vivian Montgomery? What are you doing here?" Behind me was the man who had promised to take good care of my sister.

"Marcus Henderson, is this how you treat your girlfriend?"

If Claire's safety in my arms wasn't more important right now, I really wanted to skin him alive.

"Why are you looking at me like that? She agreed to all of this herself. No one forced her."

"You don't know yet, do you? Your precious little sister is quite the slut when she's underneath a man. Are you the same way as her big sister?" He laughed until the wrinkles on his nose bunched together.

His phone was suddenly held up high. On that small screen.

My sister was screaming as she was pinned down by a group of men with various body types, all without exception disgusting and perverted.

She screamed and begged for mercy.

No one paid attention. Instead, it only made those men more excited.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me! I love you so much!"

This foolish girl, whom I had protected perfectly for twenty years, had never experienced such unspeakable horror, let alone heard of such tragedies.

Marcus laughed again: "Silly girl, of course I love you too—I love the money you spend on me. You're so beautiful and so slutty, who wouldn't love you?"

She wanted to say something else, but Marcus waved his hand sharply: "She still has the strength to talk. Looks like you guys aren't working hard enough."

The men received the signal and pried my sister's legs apart.

The rest, I couldn't see.

I suddenly slapped Marcus hard across the face.

Marcus's cheek immediately swelled up, and a tooth flew from his mouth.

"You fucking dare hit me?" He tried to strike back but was kicked to the ground by my bodyguard.

My high heel pressed down hard on his chest.

Crack.

A rib in his chest broke with the sound.

He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Vivian Montgomery! You dare touch me! Do you know who my girlfriend is now! Today... today you and that little bitch aren't leaving!"

"You'll be just like her, left here for the villagers to use for free!! Ahh!!!" Another rib under my foot broke.

He could no longer speak, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me.

Sometimes, ignorance is perhaps a kind of blessing.

A baseball bat had appeared in my hand. I raised it high.

The moment it fell on his body, a woman's scream rang out from behind: "Grab that bitch for me!!"

A series of gusts swept past me.

I stood in place without even turning my head.

Behind me, the sound of fists hitting flesh was particularly harsh.

The harder the impact, the closer the woman's footsteps came.

"So you're that bastard's sister? You do look alike—the same slutty appearance."

"I was planning to deal with you when I got back, but since you've delivered yourself to my door, don't blame me."

I turned around to face a face I'd seen years ago.

Her?