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Sloane flinched, seeing Damon’s eyes blaze with murderous intent.”D-Damon, I…
It’s not like that. Elara framed me. That video…”
But the next second, a figure lunged at her, hands clamping around her neck.
“Sloane, say that again. Where was she? Where are you hiding her?!”
He screamed, completely unhinged.
Sloane choked, her face turning purple. She thrashed, her fists hammering at Damon’s hands. “Let go!
Let go!”
The lawyer and bodyguards nearby rushed forward, trying to pull Damon off.
‘Mr. Blackwood, you’re a man of the law! Let go, or you’ll face serious charges!”
Finally, the men managed to subdue the raging Damon.
Sloane’s face was beet red, tears streaming down her cheeks. She coughed and gasped, a pathetic mess.”Damon, you’re doing this for that dead bitch, Elara-”
‘She’s not dead!”
Damon’s face was ashen, drained of all color.
A month later, in a secluded villa forty kilometers from Veridia General Hospital.
The private nurse was carefully sticking the needle into my frail vein. My skin was so pale, it made the old bruises from all the IVs
ook even more jarring.
But the moment the needle went in, maybe it was the jolt of pain, my slender fingertip actually twitched.
A surge of excitement hit the young nurse. She quickly stood up and dashed out of the room, calling out, “Mr. Hart, are you still here? She moved! Her finger just moved!”
The man, who’d been making coffee, froze. His long legs covered the distance to the master bedroom in just a few quick strides.
By this point, my eyes were already open. Seeing this, the man quietly told the nurse behind him, “You can go now. Have the house taff make some light porridge suitable for a patient.”
Then, the bedroom door gently clicked shut.
‘d been out for so long, and I was just barely conscious now. Even though my eyes were open, everything was a thick blur, like a lense fog had settled over my vision.
Through my blurry vision, a tall shadow moved beside me. I flinched, my voice a raspy whisper: “Who…who are you?
I…
Where am I?”
My last memory was hitting record on the hidden camera button during my final confrontation with Sloane.
I knew how arrogant and unhinged Sloane was, but I never expected her to actually go for the kill, choking me out
My original plan was to jump into the sea myself, making it look like Sloane was responsible. But that day, I almost genuinely died at that spoiled brat’s hands.
I was already severely oxygen-deprived when I plunged into the ocean. The feeling of drowning and near-death sent searing pain
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through my entire body. The moment I lost consciousness, even I didn’t think I’d make it out alive….
1… I actually…
Didn’t die?”
I stared at the blurry emptiness, a weak, wry smile twisting my lips.
Yeah, you didn’t die. But you were pretty much on death’s doorstep, circling the drain a few times.”
The man replied softly, his gentle voice oddly calming.
‘Miss Sterling, how are you feeling now?
Anything feel off? Uncomfortable?”
[ blinked blankly.”My eyes, I guess…
Everything’s blurry.”
Soon, I vaguely felt the shadow of a hand wave twice in front of me.”You can’t see?” he asked.
‘Or my face? Can’t see that either?”
I shopk my head.”So, who are you, really?”
The man was silent for a moment, then let out a soft, helpless chuckle.
Let’s get acquainted,” he said. “I’m Julian Hart.”
Miss Sterling, the company you hired for that fake-death and rescue service? I own it.”
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No wonder he rescued me and took me in.
Back then, I’d researched a lot, pulled strings just to get their contact info. Word was, they were a bespoke service team catering exclusively to the elite. Their client list was top-secret.
Basically, as long as you paid enough, they could customize anything and fulfill your every desire.
“That night, the rescue crew assigned to you, they were stashed in the yacht’s lower deck. The moment you went overboard, they pulled you out, super discreet. But it was obvious. You’d already taken some serious damage, a near-suffocation before you even hit the water. So, yeah, they got you, but you were already in a coma…”
My mouth felt dry.”So, how long was I out for?”
‘Almost two months…”
Before I could even open my mouth again, Julian jumped in. “Because of your condition, we couldn’t risk moving you abroad right way. You’re still here, in Veridia City. And with your faked death, the only place I could really put you was my villa out in the suburbs. Relax, it’s completely secure.”
“Thanks.”
Don’t mention it, Miss Sterling. Your revenge plan? So far, it’s a total hit. Once you’re properly rested, you can hop online and see or yourself.”
ulian finished, then poured a glass of warm water himself, placing it right in my hand.”You can settle in here, no worries. Focus on getting your strength back, Miss Sterling. Everything you’re hoping for? It’ll come. Eventually.”
couldn’t pinpoint why, but his words held a subtle, calming reassurance.
My gaze dropped, my eyes stinging.
Yeah. I’d put everything on the line, almost my life. It was my one desperate gamble in this chaotic existence.
Since I didn’t die, I’d live. And I’d live damn well.
As Julian headed downstairs, his assistant, who’d been waiting by the front door, quickly approached.
Mr. Hart,” the assistant began, “you wanted updates on Damon. He’s still out there, day and night, searching for Miss Sterling’s ody in the ocean. And the online chatter…”
ulian glanced at the drizzle outside, remembering the final note I’d written.
Miss Sterling is our client. We help wherever we can.
Keep stoking the online drama. Don’t let the buzz die down.
The ‘illustrious’ daughter of the richest man, but really, a cruel murderer inside. Some people, frankly, don’t deserve to be called
human.”
ulian said, glancing down at the umbrella stand and casually grabbing one.”Oh, and have the doctor give her another check-up. We should also get two more helpers here, ones who know how to plan nutritious meals.”
It was like he had plenty of umbrellas and didn’t mind offering a bit of shelter to someone else.
And just like that, I settled into this suburban villa.
My private doctor visited daily. Apparently, nearly drowning and falling into the sea had damaged my optic nerve. That’s why my vision was so blurry when I woke up…
I was trying my best with the treatment, but the progress was painfully slow.
It was another rainy day. I carefully extended my cane out the door.
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