In a treacherous web of deceit, she found herself betrayed by both her boyfriend and her own sister. To make matters worse, her adoptive father, driven by greed, took her life mercilessly. In a desperate bid for freedom, she fought her way through a blazing fire, risking everything to save him. Little did she know that he would repay her selflessness with betrayal of his own. Six long and grueling years passed before she resurfaced, armed with a determination for vengeance. With her twins by her side, she vowed to take back what was rightfully hers. Enter Mr. Young, a man of towering height and striking handsomeness. His sarcasm, arrogance, and undeniable power made it clear that women should keep their distance. But one day, a shocking twist occurred-the legendary man brought his little daughter to work. The revelation sent shockwaves through everyone around them. In a remarkable transformation, the once aloof and unfeeling man became possessive and overprotective, unable to hide his jealousy. The arrival of the twins only intensified the situation. The twin brother, with an air of arrogance, warned, "Daddy is despised by everyone, so stay away from our mother!" The twin sister chimed in, saying, "Give me another brother, and I'll give you my mother!"
Yaphet Scott was hung for three days and three nights in a dark basement.
No water dripped in, and her consciousness was sluggish. The lotus root pink haute couture evening dress on her body was already dilapidated, and her face was not as pale as a human being.
Just when she thought she was going to die.
boom--
A basin of bone-chilling cold water was splashed towards her without warning, followed by a hard slap on her face.
Pain spread through Yaphet Scott's limbs.
"Yaphet Scott, come and have a look, Milo loves you so much that you are hanging here and feel so lonely, so I specially sent you three men to play with, are you happy?"
The familiar and vicious voice brought Yaphet Scott back to consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes to see his half-sister Wendy Scott standing in front of her, with contempt and mockery in her eyes.
"Wendy Scott, is that you? You locked me here?" Because of the exhaustion, Yaphet Scott had difficulty even speaking.
But his gaze was fixed on Wendy Scott like ice quenched with poison.
three days ago.
She was taken to a banquet by her younger sister, and after drinking a drink, she felt something was wrong.
She wanted to go out to get some air, but she was beaten unconscious, and then she was taken to this dark basement, where she was hung by chains for three days and three nights.
In the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drank, and the effects of the medicine in her body were constantly taking effect. In order to wake herself up, she had to bite her tongue to let the blood flow out little by little, so as to wake herself up.
During the few days she was imprisoned, she kept thinking about who imprisoned her, but she never thought it was Wendy Scott.
But why!
"No, no, not only me, but also Milo."
Wendy Scott giggled when he saw him in astonishment, stroking his flat belly with provocative eyes, "After all, I am pregnant with Milo's child, and I told him that he can only choose one child or sister."
"Then, Milo chose me and the baby... After all, it's also a boy baby. Mrs. Sam likes boys a lot, and my sister doesn't know that."
Yaphet Scott knew how to speak in shock.
On the contrary, Wendy Scott laughed more presumptuously, "What's more, brother Mu Yang prepared that questionable drink, and he is also responsible for imprisoning you here, and he even found these men."
"Brother Muyang said that he was afraid that I would not feel safe. These are gifts he prepared for me and the baby in my stomach. Hmm... I like this gift very much."
Yaphet Scott could hardly believe what he was hearing.
Obviously Milo Sam was so kind to her, but he had to believe everything in front of him.
Yaphet Scott tried to calm down his emotions and asked word by word: "When were you together?"
"On your birthday, he was in my bed."
Wendy Scott answered very simply, then snapped his fingers to the three people behind him, and smiled evilly, "You three are welcome, just play whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you die or become disabled, but remember to take pictures."
After speaking, Wendy Scott planned to go out.
But after a few steps, he turned back.
"By the way, sister, for the sake of you being played to death, let me tell you the truth. In fact, your mentally ill mother is not dead yet. She was sold by me and my mother for fifty yuan."
Wendy Scott clicked his tongue again, "Hey, sure enough, a woman with a mental illness is worthless. We originally offered to sell it for one hundred yuan, but they only offered fifty, and we agreed."
"Later, guess what happened to those 50. When we came home, we found a dog by the side of the road. We went to a street stall and bought some bones for the dog to eat."
Mother......
long time no see......
Yaphet Scott felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, and wanted to ask, but only heard the slamming of the door.
In the next second, the iron chain was loosened, and she fell heavily from a height.
Immediately afterwards, several men rushed over, raised and lowered their hands at her, and lewd laughter was endless.
But Yaphet Scott has practiced in the end. Although he is weak, it is not a problem to deal with these people.
It was solved in a few strokes, and then ran out directly.
She must find out whether Milo Sam has anything to do with Wendy Scott!
Is the child in Wendy Scott's belly Milo Sam's?
Yaphet Scott went straight to Wendy Scott's room.
The door was half-hidden, and the two could just be seen embracing each other in an extremely ambiguous posture.
They really hooked up behind her back.
Yaphet Scott trembled slightly, but he resisted not rushing in to tear up the scumbags and see what they were plotting.
"Brother Muyang, Yaphet Scott has been insulted now. As long as we get the photo, we can threaten her to tell her the bank card password left by her mother. My father said that the amount in the card is enough for us to raise two children. Ten sons."
"My father said, this time she will kill her if she doesn't reveal the password, and then the money will be ours."
what money?
Yaphet Scott was puzzled, why didn't she know the money left by her mother?
She was about to go in and ask for clarification, when suddenly there was thick smoke billowing in the corridor, she realized something was wrong, turned around and ran out.
At this moment, the sky was already on fire outside.
She was stunned for a moment, and found an exit to go out.
The spring breeze was strong, and the fire spread quickly, and everyone was running for their lives.
The smoke was too thick, and the scorching heat baked her skin, but her heart was bitingly cold.
Yaphet Scott was choked by the smoke and couldn't breathe, but thinking of the conversation between the two just now, he clenched his teeth again, eyes full of hatred.
She must escape!
Must survive!
after a long time.
Yaphet Scott found another exit in the basement, but there was the sound of heavy objects falling behind him.
She turned her head and saw a man lying on the ground.
The man wore a mask on his face, and his dark eyes were filled with frightening scarlet.
"help me......"
At this moment, the man's big hot hand suddenly held her ankle, bringing a strong burning sensation.
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