1 The factory granted us a half-day off, and I was relaxing in the dorms with my coworkers. Our supervisor took advantage of my distraction to sneak a look at my personal diary. Right then and there, she took her own life. A newly arrived intern, refusing to believe in any curse, flipped the diary open to take a glance himself. Within seconds, he walked straight to the window and threw himself off the sixteenth floor. After those two back-to-back deaths, my diary went viral across the internet. A high-profile billionaire even offered ten percent of his entire net worth just for the chance to look at it. But I kept it locked securely inside my safe, refusing to show a soul. Until tonight, at my promotion dinner, when my fiancé waited until my back was turned and flipped open the very first page. “What are you looking at?!” I lunged forward, desperately tearing the leather-bound diary out of Charles’s grip. Charles froze, his hand still holding a half-empty glass of red wine meant to celebrate my promotion. His eyes stared blankly at a hollow point in space, his pupils rapidly dilating. “Charles?” A cold shiver ran down my spine. I squeezed the diary tightly against my chest, backing away from him. The chatter in the private banquet room died instantly. Every coworker in the room turned to stare at the two of us. “Heh… hehehe…” A strange, rattling chuckle escaped Charles’s throat. He snapped his head toward me, his gaze locking onto mine with terrifying intensity. “So that’s what it is… that’s how it works…” he whispered to himself. The next second, he grabbed the silver cake knife from the table. “Charles, stop!” I screamed, throwing myself forward to grab his arm, but I was too slow. He flipped the knife, pointing the sharp tip directly at his own forehead. “I have to carve it down… can’t forget… must not forget…” The blade sank deep into his flesh. Blood sprayed across the white frosting of the promotion cake. Screams erupted in the room as my coworkers scrambled toward the exit. A few of the braver men rushed forward, pinning Charles’s arms and legs to the floor. Charles thrashed with terrifying, unnatural strength, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. “You blind fools! You don’t know anything!” he shrieked, his voice raw. A sharp blow stung my face, leaving my ears ringing. Beatrice, Charles’s mother, glared at me with bloodshot eyes, her fingernails clawing into my skin. “You witch! What kind of sick curse did you put on my son?” She cursed, reaching out to rip the diary from my hands. I gritted my teeth, curling my body around the book, ignoring the sharp pain of her nails tearing into my skin. “Don’t touch it! If you look at it, you’ll die!” I warned, my voice cracking. Beatrice did not care. The rumors of the diary’s value had completely consumed her. The entire internet knew that Adam Sinclair, the billionaire chairman of Sinclair Enterprises, was offering ten percent of his conglomerate’s shares just to lay eyes on this book. “Stop acting like a saint! You just want that money all to yourself!” Her face twisted with greed as she kicked my knee, forcing me to slip onto the floor. She yanked my hair backward, her fingers wrapping around the edge of the diary. “Give me the book! It belongs to our family now! If you’re marrying into our house, your very life belongs to us!” The pain made my vision blur, but I refused to let go. If I let go, everyone in this room would die. Before she could pry it loose, the double doors of the banquet room were kicked open. Two lines of men in dark suits filed into the room, immediately taking control of the exits. The billionaire himself, Adam Sinclair, rolled into the room in his wheelchair. He looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory light. “Miss Liu, have you reconsidered my offer?” 2 When Beatrice saw Adam Sinclair, her hostile expression instantly melted into a sycophantic grin. “Mr. Sinclair! You came yourself! I have the book right here, let me get it for you!” She pulled my hair with renewed force, nearly tearing my scalp. I let out a cry of pain, biting my lip as I threw my weight over the diary, pinning it to the floor. “Beatrice, stop! If he looks, he’s a dead man!” Adam Sinclair let out a dry, raspy chuckle, leaning heavily on his silver cane. “Miss Liu, do you really think a man of my age is still afraid of death?” He leaned forward, the faint scent of medicine and old age washing over me. “I am already dying. If I can glimpse the ultimate secret before I go, what is a little death?” I trembled under his gaze. “You have no idea what is actually written in there!” Adam straightened up, giving a slight nod to his men. Two muscular guards stepped forward, grabbing my shoulders and lifting me completely off the ground. With my arms pinned, Beatrice lunged, tearing the diary from my chest. “Here, Mr. Sinclair! It’s all yours! About that reward…” She held the diary with both hands, her eyes wide with greed as she offered it to him. “Don’t give it to him! Beatrice, you’re killing him!” I thrashed in the air, kicking my legs wildly, but the guards held me like a vise. Adam reached out a withered, trembling hand, his fingers stopping just inches from the leather cover. Suddenly, Charles, who had been pinned to the floor, let out a primal roar. “Don’t touch it!” He broke free from the coworkers holding him, throwing himself across the room. He tackled Beatrice to the ground, the diary flying from her hands and sliding across the floor. Charles wrapped his hands tightly around his mother’s neck. “You understand nothing! None of you do!” Beatrice’s eyes rolled back, her hands clawing desperately at her son’s arms, but she couldn’t budge his grip. “Charles… Charles… it’s me… your mother…” “No, you’re not! None of you are!” Charles shrieked, opening his bloody mouth and biting down hard on Beatrice’s ear. A horrific scream echoed through the room as a piece of her ear was torn away. The guards immediately lunged, pressing taser batons against Charles’s back. The electrical current sent him into violent convulsions, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed into unconsciousness. Taking advantage of the chaos, I brought my knee up sharply into the groin of the guard holding me. He gasped, releasing his grip. I dropped to the floor, rolled over, and snatched the diary back into my arms. “Stop her!” Adam roared, his face twisting with rage. I shoved past my frozen coworkers, burst out of the room, and ran down the emergency stairwell. Behind me, the heavy footsteps of the guards echoed down the concrete steps. I burst through the hotel’s back exit, running straight into the pouring rain. The freezing water hit my face, clearing my head. I had to destroy this book. As I stepped toward the curb to hail a cab, a dark, unmarked van veered sharply, blocking my path. Two strong arms reached out from the sliding door, grabbing my coat and hauling me into the dark interior. The cabin was thick with the chemical smell of chloroform. I fought wildly, kicking and scratching at the men pinning me down, while keeping the diary pressed firmly against my stomach. “Quiet down! Move again and I’ll open your throat!” The cold edge of a blade pressed against my neck, sending a shiver through my body. The van sped into the rainy night, blowing through multiple red lights. Under the passing streetlights, I finally saw my captors. The person sitting in the passenger seat, turning to glare at me, was Florence, Charles’s sister. 3 “Tina, you really are something,” Florence said, her eyes filled with malice as she blew a puff of cigarette smoke toward me. “You turn my brother into a lunatic, and then you try to run?” “I didn’t do anything to him! He stole my diary!” I spat back. “Save it! My brother is in the psychiatric ICU, and my mother is undergoing emergency surgery. How are you going to settle that debt?” She took another drag of her cigarette. “Sinclair made an offer. Hand over the book, and our family gets a ten percent cut of the reward. That’s more than enough for us to live like royalty for the rest of our lives.” “Are you all insane? You won’t live long enough to spend a single cent of that money!” I couldn’t believe they were still thinking about the reward. Florence swung her hand back, her palm striking my face. The impact split my lip, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. “Stop acting so pure. If you hadn’t brought that cursed book into our lives, none of this would have happened. You are giving us that diary tonight!” The van screeched to a halt, parking in the flooded basement of an abandoned, half-finished high-rise. I was dragged out of the vehicle and tossed onto the wet concrete. Florence’s heels clicked against the stone as she walked over, grabbing my hair to force my head back. “Search her!” The two men stepped forward, tearing at my coat. “Get off me!” I fought like an animal, sinking my teeth deep into one man’s wrist. He cried out in pain, bringing his fist down hard against my temple. My head spun, the world turning pitch black for a few seconds as the strength drained from my limbs. They pulled the diary from my shirt, handing it respectfully to Florence. “Finally…” Florence stared at the book, her eyes shining with greed. “Florence… don’t open it… I’m begging you…” I whispered from the wet ground, my vision blurring. “A hundred million dollars… just for one look…” She didn’t hear me. Her finger was already slipping under the leather cover. Before she could open it, the entrance of the garage lit up with a dozen high-beam headlights. A line of luxury sedans drove in, surrounding us in a tight circle. Adam Sinclair’s guards stepped out of the vehicles, all of them carrying firearms. “Miss Zhou, taking things that don’t belong to you carries a very high price,” Adam said, his wheelchair being pushed forward by a guard. Florence trembled, nearly dropping the book. “Mr. Sinclair… I was just preparing to bring it to you…” she stammered, offering the diary with both hands. I closed my eyes in absolute despair. It was over. If the diary fell into the hands of a powerful, ruthless man like Adam Sinclair, the consequences would be unimaginable. But as Florence stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the cover. “Wait… it’s moving…” she whispered, her voice shaking. Adam frowned, his voice cold. “Bring it here!” Florence didn’t move. Her fingers began to slide across the cover, completely out of her control. “It’s breathing… there’s something inside trying to get out…” With a sudden, sharp motion, she flipped the diary open to the very first page. “Don’t look!” I screamed, my throat raw. Florence’s gaze locked onto the open page. She stood perfectly still, holding the diary, completely frozen. “Miss Zhou?” Adam sensed something was wrong, his eyes narrowing. The whites of Florence’s eyes slowly vanished, her pupils dilating until her eyes were nothing but two empty pools of pitch black. “So… that’s what it is.” 4 Her voice carried an eerie, hollow echo. “Grab her! Take the book!” Adam ordered, tapping his cane sharply. Two guards lunged at Florence. Just as their hands were about to touch her, Florence moved. She held the open diary up to her chest, turning the first page directly toward the face of the two approaching men. “Look,” she whispered, a serene smile on her lips. “Here is the truth.” Two deafening gunshots echoed through the concrete garage. The moment the guards saw the page, they did not hesitate. They turned their weapons on themselves, putting the barrels into their own mouths and pulling the triggers. Blood and bone splattered across Florence’s face. She did not even blink, her terrifying smile remaining perfectly intact. “They’re insane! Shoot her! Shoot her down!” Adam screamed, panicking in his wheelchair. Florence rushed forward, grabbing the armrests of his wheelchair before his guards could react. “Mr. Sinclair, didn’t you want to see it? Let me show you.” She forced his eyelids open, slamming the open diary directly onto his face. Adam let out a horrific, gurgling scream. His body convulsed in the wheelchair, dark, thick blood pouring from his eyes, nose, and mouth. The remaining guards were too terrified to fire, and the garage fell into absolute chaos. Taking advantage of the panic, I dragged myself up and ran toward the exit. I had to destroy the diary. But as I burst out into the alley, a barrage of camera flashes blinded me. Dozens of reporters and internet streamers had blocked the exit. “She’s out! That’s her! The woman with the cursed diary!” “We’re live, everyone! This is the owner of the hundred-million-dollar diary!” “Tina Liu! What did you write in that book? Why does everyone who looks at it end up dead?” Microphones were shoved into my face, the flashing lights making it impossible to see. “It’s this evil woman! She ruined my son, and now my daughter is trapped in there!” Beatrice, her head wrapped in bloody bandages, pushed through the crowd, grabbing my hair to drag me in front of the cameras. “You are going to show the world what is in that book tonight! Let everyone see what kind of monster you are!” “Let go of me! I don’t have it! Florence has it!” I screamed, struggling against her grip. “Liar!” Before Beatrice could say more, the crowd parted. Florence walked out of the dark garage, drenched in blood, holding the diary high above her head. Every camera instantly focused on her. “Don’t you all want to see?” She walked right up to the lens of the nearest phone. She slowly opened the cover, exposing the first page to the high-definition camera. “No!” I cried out, closing my eyes. “Look! Look closely, all of you!” Florence shrieked, pressing the bloody page against the lens. Across the internet, millions of screens were filled with the image of the yellowed paper. I lay in the mud, waiting for the mass tragedy to unfold. Seconds ticked away, but there were no screams of agony from the reporters, nor any panicked alerts from the livestream chat. “How… why aren’t you going mad?!” Florence stared at the phone screen, the veins in her eyes bulging. I opened my eyes, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head, and looked at the phone lying on the ground. The only sound in the dark alley was the distant, muffled screaming of Adam Sinclair from inside the garage.
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