Ten years ago, I saved a drowning boy. He fixed me with an unsettling gaze and declared, “I’m going to marry you.” I laughed it off. Ten years later, that boy had become an obsessive CEO. He crashed my wedding with an army of men. They broke my fiancé, shattering his legs before dragging me away. “I told you I’d marry you,” he whispered, his voice a deadly promise. “I am the only man you will ever call husband.” He held my family’s lives over my head and forced me into a marriage. He locked me in a private villa and forbade any contact with men. He tried everything to make me love him. I never did. Furious and humiliated, he found a stand-in whose face perfectly mimicked mine. Drunk on his favor, she invaded my villa with her guards. “You surgical imitation! How dare you wear my face to seduce my man? I’ll destroy you!” She ripped me, cut out my tongue and ordered her guards to violate me, to break me completely. By the time the CEO finally arrived, I was already gone. The substitute presented my corpse to him as a trophy. “Look, baby! I took care of this surgical freak who was lurking here, trying to tempt you!”
Tristan Blackwood was both devoted and insane. He said from the moment I saved him, he decided he would marry no one but me. To win my heart, he imprisoned me for three years. Every day he tried new ways to please me. But I didn’t love him. I could never accept him. Recently though, he found a substitute who resembled me. They’d been all over each other for months now. To provoke me, Tristan often sent me videos of their intimate moments. I was sitting in the courtyard, watching one of their videos, when suddenly a commotion erupted outside. “Tristan comes here every other day. Today I’m going to see what treasure he’s hiding in this villa!” “But didn’t Mr. Blackwood say this villa is his private sanctuary? No one’s allowed inside.” “Yeah, Melody. I heard someone just looked inside once and Mr. Blackwood broke their limbs and gouged out their eyes. Isn’t it bad if we sneak in without his permission?” “What are you afraid of? Tristan adores me. He’d never blame me.” Hearing the noise outside, I frowned. An ominous feeling washed over me. I knew better than anyone how crazy Tristan could be. He was extremely possessive. He treated me like his property and kept me imprisoned in this villa. Once, someone got curious and snuck into the villa to catch a glimpse of me. Tristan broke their arms and legs, gouged out their eyes, and the next day they vanished without a trace. At first, he was only jealous of men. But then he noticed I treated the housekeepers more gently than I treated him. In a fit of rage, he fired all the housekeepers. He’d rather bring me three meals a day himself than let anyone else look at me for more than a second. If those people outside came in, they’d be in serious trouble. I quickly stood up, wanting to warn them to leave immediately. But the moment I opened the door, a face ninety percent identical to mine appeared before my eyes. Before I could speak, she slapped me hard across the face. “Where did you come from, you bitch? How dare you get surgery to look like me and hide in Tristan’s villa? Are you trying to steal my man?”
The sudden slap made my face burn with pain. “You cheap plastic surgery freak! Do you know where you are? How dare you barge in here?” “You deliberately got surgery to look like Melody to seduce Mr. Blackwood. You’re so desperate to climb the social ladder, you’ve lost all shame!” Only then did I realize who this person was. The woman who burst in and hit me was Tristan’s substitute-Melody Winters. Because of Tristan’s pathological need for control, I’d always been cold toward him. Even though I was forced to marry him, I remained distant. I never let him touch me even once. Perhaps to spite me, or maybe to fill the void in his heart, he searched everywhere for someone who resembled me. And Melody was the substitute he found. The one who looked most like me. Right now, Melody’s face was filled with rage. Her eyes could shoot flames. “You bitch! You know Tristan loves me madly, so you went through all that surgery to look like me. You want to be my substitute and take my place, don’t you?” Melody was arrogant and vicious. But considering she didn’t know the truth, I decided not to hold this slap against her. Instead, I tried to warn her kindly. “This isn’t a place you should be. Leave now, before Tristan gets here. Otherwise, no one can help you.” However, Melody showed no appreciation. Instead, she grabbed my hair and snarled, “Tristan is MY man. What place of his can’t I go? You’re just pretending to send me away because you’re afraid I’ll ruin your scheme. Afraid you won’t even get to be the mistress, right?” “Today I’ll show you what happens when you try to steal my man!” With that, Melody kicked me to the ground. I stumbled and hit a rock. My forehead split open instantly. I touched the blood on my forehead and looked at the aggressive Melody. My voice turned cold. “Aren’t you afraid of what Tristan will do when he finds out?” Melody snorted disdainfully. “I’m the destined soulmate Tristan has been searching for all this time. If my face gets even slightly scratched, he can’t sleep for days. So what if he finds out? Would he blame me because of an insignificant bitch like you?” Melody’s friends laughed coldly in agreement. “Exactly. Everyone knows Mr. Blackwood fell for Melody at first sight. You’re just a plastic surgery copycat. How dare you compare yourself to her?” “Melody, Mr. Blackwood is so powerful. There must be plenty of vixens like this one trying to seduce him. Let’s make an example out of her today and crush those scheming sluts’ fantasies!” “Right! Let those bitches know who Mr. Blackwood’s real wife is!” These women were all vicious with their words and looks, as if they wanted to tear me apart. My expression grew serious. I spoke coldly. “You’d better go ask Tristan who I really am.” Melody lifted her chin, full of disdain. “You’re just a plastic surgery freak who snuck into the villa. Why would I bother finding out who you are?” “I’m the woman Tristan treasures most. My family, the Winters, is the Blackwood family’s biggest business partner. What are you compared to me? How dare you compare status with me?” Her eyes turned vicious. She ordered her friends behind her, “Strip this bitch naked. I want to see if she had surgery on her body to match mine too.” Immediately, her friends rushed over and violently tore at my clothes. I desperately tried to protect my clothing while shouting, “Stop! I’m Tristan’s wife!”
Hearing my words, everyone froze. Melody stood to the side, narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re saying you’re Tristan’s wife?” I said seriously, “That’s right. You’re just the substitute he found. If he finds out you hurt me like this, he’ll never forgive you.” I revealed the truth, thinking Melody would back down. But instead, they all burst into laughter at the same moment. “This bitch has lost her mind trying to climb the ladder!” “Just because she looks somewhat like Melody, she dares to twist the truth and call OUR Melody her substitute?” “Everyone knows Mr. Blackwood takes Melody everywhere. You snuck in here, you plastic surgery freak, and you dare call yourself his wife?” Melody smiled with sinister amusement. “I thought you’d have some tricks up your sleeve since you managed to get surgery to look like me and seduce Tristan. Turns out you’re just a brainless idiot.” “I’ve been with Tristan all this time. I didn’t know he had a wife. How many lives do you have? How dare you tell such an outrageous lie?” “If you’re really Mrs. Blackwood, why would you be completely unknown? Why would you live alone in this deserted villa?” With that, Melody snorted and ordered her friends, “Keep stripping. Leave nothing on her!” Her friends didn’t hesitate. They violently tore at my clothes again. Clearly, they had no idea that this entire area was deserted because Tristan had bought all the land for miles around. No one could enter without his permission. Originally this villa had bodyguards and housekeepers. But because Tristan was insanely jealous, he dismissed everyone. He never announced my identity publicly because he didn’t allow others to look at me. Even discussing me was a violation in his eyes. I never imagined these facts would become reasons for them not to believe me. Seeing my clothes torn to shreds, I panicked. I shouted again, “I really am Tristan’s wife! Call him if you don’t believe me!” Hearing this, they didn’t stop. They became even more violent. While frantically tearing my clothes, they slapped me repeatedly. “You lying bitch! Still lying? We’ll beat some sense into you today!” Soon my face was burning hot and swollen. My hair was disheveled and my clothes barely covered me, exposing large areas of skin. Seeing this, Melody’s eyes gleamed. She spoke slowly, “This bitch’s hair is an eyesore. It’s blocking the view of her body.” With that, she smiled wickedly and pulled out a lighter. She set my hair on fire. The flames spread rapidly across my head. Intense burning pain engulfed me. My cheeks, ears, and entire scalp felt the searing agony. The pain was unbearable. I instinctively tried to pat out the flames, but my hands were held down firmly. In moments, my hair was completely burned away. My scalp was covered in burn marks. Finally satisfied, Melody laughed triumphantly. “Hah! Let’s see you seduce men looking like a bald freak!” Her friends laughed and applauded too. I glared at them, trembling all over. “You’ll regret this!” For years, Tristan threatened me with my family’s lives and kept me prisoner. I lost my freedom. Day after day, I could only stare at the empty villa in a daze. This left me with pent-up frustration. And now I had to endure this torture from his substitute. The frustration in my heart instantly transformed into deep hatred. Melody walked up to me and pressed her foot heavily on my face. “Still dare to challenge me? Since your filthy mouth can’t say anything I want to hear, you won’t need to talk anymore.” “Cut out this bitch’s tongue!”
With one command, a bodyguard behind Melody immediately walked toward me holding a knife. Seeing this, one of the more timid friends spoke nervously, “Melody, this is Mr. Blackwood’s territory after all. If we go this far, won’t it be… inappropriate?” Melody said without hesitation, “What’s inappropriate about it? Tristan is my man. His home is my home. I’m just teaching a shameless bitch a lesson in my own home. Who dares say anything?” “Besides, Tristan adores me so much. Even if I killed this bitch, he wouldn’t frown at me.” The other friends chimed in, “Exactly. Our Melody is the woman Mr. Blackwood treasures. What can’t she do?” “Mr. Blackwood will only feel sorry that Melody worked so hard teaching this bitch a lesson.” With their encouragement, even the timid friend felt reassured and watched the show. I lay on the ground, watching the knife in the bodyguard’s hand come closer and closer. I was terrified. I screamed in panic, “I really am Tristan’s wife! If you do this, he’ll never forgive you!” But my threats had no effect. The bodyguard moved like a heartless machine. He reached me and thrust the knife into my mouth. I tried to escape, but Melody’s friends held me down firmly. I tried to dodge, but the gleaming blade had already pried deep into my mouth. The knife fell. Through the haze, I saw massive amounts of blood and my severed tongue falling from my lips. The pain reached its peak. It felt like every nerve in my body had snapped. I was on the verge of passing out. I lay in a pool of blood like rotting flesh, unable to move, barely breathing. Melody crossed her arms, admiring the scene from above. “With your pathetic looks, even if you got surgery to look like me, Tristan would never spare you a glance. He loves ME as a person, understand?” “Not everyone has my good fortune. Not just anyone can make Tristan fall for them.” “Since you’re so desperate for men, I’ll give you a few.” She looked at the bodyguards behind her coldly. “I’m giving this bitch to you as a reward. Whoever performs best gets two hundred thousand dollars!” Hearing this, the bodyguards’ eyes lit up instantly. They rubbed their hands together eagerly and pounced on me like wolves. I lay limp on the ground with no strength to resist. I wanted to cry out, but without my tongue and with my mouth full of blood, I couldn’t make a sound. I could only let them violate me. Though Tristan obsessively kept me imprisoned here, he never hurt me or touched me. Even when I refused to be intimate with him, he never forced me. He said he would wait until I willingly gave myself to him. He said I was destined to be his woman for life. But now I was drowning beneath these bodyguards, helpless. Despair and hopelessness engulfed me completely. I couldn’t make a sound. Only tears streamed down my face. Tristan, is this the outcome you wanted? Melody’s friends watched the show while flattering her. “Our Melody was born to be Mrs. Blackwood. You really know how to handle people.” “Right? Look at this bitch. She was so cocky at first, but now she’s crying. Haha, she’ll never dare seduce men again.” “Congratulations, Melody, on successfully eliminating another slut. Let’s see who else dares compete with you for Mrs. Blackwood’s position!” Melody beamed with pride, like a victorious general. Her triumphant smile never faded. But suddenly, the excited bodyguards showed strange expressions. The next moment, one bodyguard stood up and reported, “Miss Winters, this woman is dead!” Hearing this, Melody grimaced in disgust. “What wretched luck! Just dig a hole and bury her. The last thing we need is that filth polluting Tristan’s view.” The words had barely left her mouth when Tristan stepped into the courtyard. “What are you doing?” his voice cut through the air, cold and demanding.
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