Marriage Lottery: Heaven Sign Or Hell Ticket Chapter 07
I lifted my hand and pointed to the photo on the wall of me eating a burger at McDonald’s.
“This one, summer vacation during my second year of high school, at the newly opened McDonald’s next to the school.”
I paused, trying to recall the details.
“That day, I had just collected my part-time wages and bought a new pair of Converse shoes. But I ate too quickly, and a whole cup of Coke spilled on them.”
“Look.” I pointed at the hem of the girl’s pants. “Here. That dark stain is from the Coke.”
After explaining all this, I suddenly felt something was off.
Why was I even explaining this to him?
Following my gesture, Elias stared at the photo, completely frozen.
The study fell silent except for the sound of breathing.
He stared at the image for a long, long moment before finally turning his gaze back to my face.
Only then did he speak, “Get out.”
I couldn’t agree more. The atmosphere in this room was far too strange.
I turned and walked out quickly, afraid he might change his mind.
As I reached the doorway, his cool voice drifted from behind, “Your
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sister has been sent back to the Cross family.”
“Stay away from her. She’s no good.”
My feet didn’t stop, but inwardly I curled my lip.
Just sent back? I thought he’d kill her.
What a pity.
After the incident in the third-floor study, Elias never appeared again.
But my black card remained active, and the five million monthly allowance arrived right on time.
That put my heart at ease.
I enjoyed the peace. My days were spent shopping, visiting spas, and indulging in delicious food.
Life in the wealthy circle was monotonous, yet filled with the sweet scent of money.
As for Vivian, she was quiet for a long time.
I figured life must be miserable for her back at the Cross household.
Damian was, after all, a complete pervert.
He didn’t know how to love, only how to torture.
One afternoon, I walked out of a luxury boutique with several bodyguards carrying shopping bags behind me.
We reached the parking garage, and I was just about to get into the car.
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A van suddenly swerved toward us and screeched to a stop right in front of me.
The door slid open, and several masked men jumped out, grabbing me instantly.
My bodyguards reacted quickly, rushing forward to shield me.
But the attackers outnumbered them, and they were all carrying weapons.
In the chaos, something struck the back of my neck, and everything went black.
When I woke again, my hands and feet were tied.
A blindfold covered my eyes. I couldn’t see anything.
But that smell…
And the faint sound of chains dragging across the floor in the distance…
I knew it too well.
So well that my entire body went cold.
This was Damian’s basement.
In my last life, when Damian spiraled into madness, he locked me here.
He used every method imaginable to torment me—whips, heated metal rods.
Sometimes he carved lines into my skin with a scalpel and watched
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my blood drip, fascinated.
He used to say that only pain made him feel alive.
And I was his favorite sedative.
I struggled to sit up, but my body trembled uncontrollably.
In the darkness, a triumphant female voice echoed, “Are you awake, my dear sister?”
It was Vivian.
Of course she wouldn’t let me go.
Jealous of my peaceful life, and now that she knew I was Elias’s true love.
She probably wanted me dead as soon as possible.
Vivian ripped off the blindfold. “Aria, don’t you love living the high life? Don’t you enjoy being Mrs. Whitmore?”
“Today I’ll let you enjoy it properly. I’ll let you taste the pain I suffered.”
Behind her was the wall covered in torture devices.
Every piece was still stained with dark, dried blood.
Vivian suddenly screamed, her face twisting with hatred, “Why do you get Elias’s attention so easily? Why do I scheme and struggle only to end up with Damian, that monster!”
I looked at her coldly. “My dear sister, wasn’t this your own choice?”
“Wasn’t it you who couldn’t stand Elias’s neglect, the life of a lonely
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widow, and chose Damian yourself?”
“What, didn’t get enough of that snowy mountain? Eager to go back?”