Chapter 10
Ethan had been dead for half a year.
My mental state was slowly improving.
But I only went out to visit his cemetery. Samuel had invited some of my old friends over, and I felt even more irritated. In front of everyone, I exploded, throwing things around in anger.
After that, people in my circle started saying I had gone mad, that I had a mental illness.
Yeah, in this kind of environment, going mad was probably the only sane response.
Since the first time Samuel locked me in that small, dark room, I had lost it.
I deliberately flirted with Lucas and that thug. As long as I could get even one embarrassing photo taken of me, I could use it as an excuse to announce that I was marrying this person and leaving Samuel.
But that bastard Samuel kept a close eye on me!
There was no other choice. I had to swallow the pills and force myself to vomit them up, just so I could get pregnant.
As long as I was pregnant, people would get curious about the father, and by then, I could pick anyone. I could give him money, a house, or whatever, I just needed them to help me get the child registered and take me away.
But that plan didn’t work. Instead, I lost Ethan.
Maybe Samuel was right, I was cheap.
Even if I ran, where could I go?
My mom was brought back even after she ran away, so what hope did I have?
I leaned against Ethan’s tombstone and told him everything.
12:54 PM
I took a sip of the red wine I had brought with me, and tears fell down my face, landing on the ground.
“Ethan, don’t blame me. When I find you, I’ll work like a slave to repay you.”
Half a month later, Samuel issued an official statement that quickly went viral.
It said that he and I were not blood–related siblings.
Of course. I had moved into the manor when I was seven, and he was eleven. Of course, we weren’t siblings by blood. That wasn’t a secret at
all.
Another half month passed, and I saw a piece of news that made me furious. I grabbed a tablet and stormed into Samuel’s study.
He was on a conference call. Seeing me, he subtly furrowed his brows but ended the call quickly.
I threw the tablet on the desk in front of him and yelled, “Samuel, have you lost your mind?”
He glanced at it indifferently, then raised his eyes to look at me.
“What’s wrong? Do you think being my wife is beneath you? You’ve been causing chaos for years. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted? Just like your
mother.”
I grabbed a notebook from his desk and threw it at him.
“Samuel, you bastard!”
He tilted his head to dodge, then stood up, pressing both hands on the desk and staring at me without blinking.
“Sophia, from the moment you were locked in that dark room, I told you. You were born into the Everett Group, and you’ll die as part of the Everett Group. You can never leave this manor. Have you forgotten?”
“I won’t marry you. Get that idea out of your head.”
“Oh, but I asked your mother, and she agreed. Are you going to go against her wishes?”
He then pulled out a few sheets of paper covered in dense writing. The gist was that my mother had exchanged five percent of the shares for Samuel’s lifelong care of me, ensuring that no one in the Everett Group would bully me.
So, my shares weren’t ten percent, but five percent.
I snatched the papers from him and, grinding my teeth, tore them into pieces.
He sighed and looked at me helplessly.
“When will you grow up? You don’t think what you just saw was the original document, do you? By the way, the wedding is set for ten days from now. You might want to start preparing.”
That night, I was tormented by a sense of helplessness, tears flowing relentlessly, and my heart aching with every beat. I sat by the window, covering my face, thinking that it would be better if I just died like this.
I never wanted to marry Samuel.
In a daze, I seemed to see Ethan again, standing by the lounge chair, looking up at me, still silent.
I froze, then got up and rushed downstairs,
But when I reached the lounge chair, he was gone.
I frantically spun in circles.
“Ethan, Ethan!
In a daze, I seemed to see Ethan again, standing by the lounge chair, looking up at me, still silent.
I froze, then got up and rushed downstairs.
But when I reached the lounge chair, he was gone.
I frantically spun in circles.
“Ethan, Ethan!
‘Don’t leave, Ethan…”
On the day of the wedding, I woke up early, even before the servants.
I lay on the lounge chair, wearing the same clothes I wore the first time I met Ethan.
“In one hour, the sun will rise. Ethan, can you see it?”
Talking to myself, I took the blade I had hidden in my palm and tested its sharpness on my wrist. It was good. If I used this, I could definitely slit Samuel’s throat.
“Ethan, take it slow. I’ll come find you.”
