When I was seven months pregnant, my undercover identity was exposed. The mafia boss who had always treated me well smashed my teeth with his gun, broke my ribs with his kicks, and threw me into a dark cell. I miscarried in that cell, and the mafia boss took away the dead fetus. I never saw him again after that. Five years later, a little girl crawled into my cell and said to me: “Mommy, Daddy’s drunk. He’s crying and saying he misses you.” Five years ago, Adrian Bright beat me brutally, took away the dead fetus I had delivered, and I never saw him again. Day and night, I was confined in darkness, surrounded by four walls with only a chamber pot. Sometimes I got so lonely that I would chat with a rat for hours if I caught one. It’s a miracle that I haven’t lost my mind in these five years. But my body has been gradually deteriorating. With no sunlight, damp conditions, and rotten food, every part of my body aches. The little girl was the first living person to speak to me in five years. She said— “Mommy, Daddy’s drunk. He’s crying and saying he misses you.” I didn’t understand. Why did she call me mommy? And who was her daddy? I wanted to talk to her, but when I opened my mouth, I realized I had forgotten how to speak after being silent for so long. In my anxiety, I started coughing violently. A mouthful of blood splattered onto the girl’s white dress. She got scared and ran away. Great, I’ve gotten myself into trouble again. Sometimes when those men are in a bad mood, they barge in and beat me up. Because five years ago, I was the one who provided information to the FBI, causing them heavy losses. Many people died, and their base was destroyed. The boss, Adrian Bright, had to flee abroad with me and some of his trusted men. Later, when they found out I was an undercover agent, I became a thorn in their side. They called me a traitor. Hah, I never betrayed my beliefs. How could I be a traitor? Adrian Bright used every torture method he knew on me. I begged him to kill me. He said he wanted to keep my worthless life. As long as I was alive, Lucas Lang would come for me. Lucas Lang, my husband. He was an FBI agent, and also my partner. His head was what Adrian Bright wanted most.
Clang, clang. The iron door outside opened. Heavy, steady footsteps echoed on the stone floor. Someone was coming. Judging by the footsteps, it didn’t sound like Ray, who usually brought me food. I huddled in the corner, fearfully watching the newcomer. He was carrying a bottle of liquor, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the small cell. He put a cigarette in his mouth. Lit a lighter. The flame illuminated his face. Sharp, defined features, a rugged profile, and wolf-like eyes glinting coldly. After five years, I recognized him instantly. My former “lover,” the boss of the Bright Family, Adrian Bright. He leaned against the iron bars, smoking. It was very quiet, with only the sound of the cigarette burning. “Chloe, long time no see,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. I didn’t speak. I was no longer used to talking. “We’re leaving,” he continued. “This area is getting too dangerous. We plan to flee far away. We’ve made enough money anyway. But they don’t agree to bring you along. They all want me to kill you.” Kill me? Killing me would be good. I’m better off dead. “But I want your death to have value. So, before you die, I need you to do something for me.” He came closer, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. His alcohol-laden breath hit my face, terrifyingly oppressive. “I need you to lure Lucas Lang out.” I remained calm, neither humble nor arrogant, without joy or sorrow. This angered him. In his fury, he slapped me hard. Suddenly, blood gushed from my nose. He paused, “I didn’t hit that hard…” Indeed, he hadn’t used much force. This nosebleed wasn’t caused by his slap. It was my illness. I felt very sick. Death must be near. Since I was going to die anyway, why should I help Adrian Bright hurt my husband? Adrian Bright used the sleeve of his white shirt to wipe away the blood and pulled me into his arms. I struggled, but he held me tight, resting his chin on my head. “Chloe, listen to me, listen to me,” his voice was seductive. “Did you see that little girl earlier? Her name is Hailey. She’s your child. The baby you gave birth to that year wasn’t stillborn; she survived. If you help me take down Lucas Lang, I’ll spare Hailey’s life. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll make you hold her as we jump into the sea together…” I stopped struggling.
This was the first time in five years that I was taken out of the dark cell. When the sunlight hit me, I screamed like a frightened mouse and tried to run away. Adrian Bright caught me and dragged me into the villa. On the spacious sofa in the villa sat several heavily made-up women. “Mr. Bright…” They stood up to greet Adrian Bright. One of them even came over to kiss him. In front of me, Adrian Bright passionately embraced her. “Lily, take her upstairs for a bath and clean her up,” he said to the woman. The woman named Lily glanced at me sideways, “Come with me, bitch.” It took Lily and the other women an entire afternoon to clean the dirt and fleas off my body. Hot water washed over my skeletal frame. My ribs were clearly visible, and I looked like a walking corpse. Five years had taken their toll. The once beautiful FBI agent Chloe Summer had become a living dead. Lily was brushing my hair, speaking softly, “Don’t get any ideas. Mr. Bright is not the same man he was years ago. If you want to live another day, just behave yourself.” “Lily, you can leave now,” Adrian Bright appeared at the door. Lily gave me a warning look before leaving. Adrian Bright stood behind me, looking at my reflection in the mirror. His long, slender fingers brushed through my hair, down my neck, across my collarbone, and slipped inside my collar, slowly moving downward. I frowned, unable to hide my disgust. He stopped. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back. “Look at yourself now! No one would want to see you even if you were naked!” he snarled viciously. “Daddy!” A little girl’s voice came from the doorway. Adrian Bright paused for a moment and released my hair. “Daddy, you finally brought Mommy out!” The little girl ran over, looking up at me intently. “Mommy is so pretty, just too thin. Mommy needs to eat more meat.” I looked at her, my eyes welling up. Is this really my child? Is she really my child? “Hailey, how about Daddy takes you and Mommy out for steak tonight?” Adrian Bright said. “That’s great!” Hailey jumped and laughed. I didn’t know how she had grown up to be so innocent and lively in this den of evil. On the way to the restaurant, she kept smiling, interested in everything outside the car window. Adrian Bright spoke to her gently, his eyes no longer showing their usual cruelty. As I watched this “father and daughter,” my thoughts drifted back to over twenty years ago. That year, I was also five years old.
My father was an FBI agent. He was often away on business, spending over 200 days a year away from home. Every time he came back, I was overjoyed and would pester him with questions. That day was my fifth birthday, and my parents said they would take me to McDonald’s. I sat on the back of my father’s bicycle, holding a pinwheel that spun in the wind. The wheels of fate also began to turn. I only remember several loud “bang” sounds. I fell off my father’s bicycle. Before my eyes, everything turned blood red. My parents lay in a pool of blood. I don’t know how long it was before a man ran over, picked me up, and covered my eyes: “Little girl, it’s okay, don’t be afraid.” … The man took me back to his home. At first, I wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t speak, and wouldn’t cry. I was like a walking corpse. The man had a son named Lucas, who talked to me every day, tried to cheer me up, and played cops and robbers with me. Later, we went to school together, did homework together, took exams together, and got into the same police academy. After graduating from the academy, we joined the same police department and became detectives together. We worked on many big cases together, shedding blood and sweat. One year, I was injured during a mission. Before I was wheeled into the operating room, Lucas held my hand and cried, saying he loved me. “Chloe, you must live. I want to marry you.” During our school years, neither of us had dated anyone else, and even after we started working, we tacitly avoided talking about marriage. We knew we were waiting for each other. After I recovered from that injury, Lucas took a day off specially on Valentine’s Day to take me to see the cherry blossoms at St. Mary’s Church. It had just snowed that day. The snow weighed down the cherry blossoms, with the church’s spires in the background, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting. Under the cherry blossom tree, Lucas proposed to me. We embraced, vowing to protect each other for the rest of our lives.
As we were leaving St. Mary’s Church, a young man in a black suit brushed past us. My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed Lucas and whispered, “Does he look familiar to you?” Lucas said, “I noticed too. He looks like Adrian Bright.” Adrian Bright, the eldest son of Vincent Bright, the boss of the Bright Family. We had been investigating this mafia family for the past two years, but they were so discreet that we couldn’t find an opportunity to make a move. And now, with Adrian Bright right in front of us, how could I let him slip away? I told Lucas, “You go back first. I’ll follow him and see what he’s doing here.” Lucas knew my temperament. Once I made up my mind, there was no talking me out of it. He could only say, “I’ll wait for you at the bottom of the hill. Be careful, and don’t confront him directly!” I followed Adrian Bright into the church. I saw him kneel before the altar, light three incense sticks devoutly, and mutter something. What, did he think he could lay down his knife and instantly become a saint? Impossible. Adrian Bright was the right-hand man of the Bright Family, ruthless and cruel. The kind of demon that even God wouldn’t accept. After finishing his prayers, he got up to leave. I couldn’t follow him anymore, so I bought some incense sticks and casually asked a priest, “That handsome guy just now, does he come here often?” The priest replied, “Yes, he comes two or three times a month, at irregular times.” I had a bold idea: to get close to Adrian Bright and infiltrate the Bright Family. Lucas strongly opposed it, but I threatened not to marry him if he didn’t let me do this job, forcing him to agree. I said, “Lucas, this is the last time. After we take down the Bright Family, I’ll quit being a detective. I’ll work at the front desk registering people, marry you, and have children, okay?” Lucas didn’t say anything. He was still angry. I waited at St. Mary’s Church for half a month before I finally saw Adrian Bright again. While he was praying, I stood not far away, watching him. After he finished, he turned around, his sharp gaze shooting straight at me. Our eyes met for a moment, and he walked towards me. Good, woman, you’ve successfully attracted his attention. “You seem to have been watching me. Do we know each other?” he asked loudly. “Can we get to know each other?” I asked boldly. “Why?” “You’re… handsome,” I said, my face probably turning red. “Nonsense,” Adrian Bright turned away and left. After that, every time he came to pray, I would try to talk to him. Finally, one day, he said, “Beautiful lady, would you like to have dinner?”
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