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As my
clothes were being torn to shreds, I panicked and shouted: “I’m really Michael’s wife! Call him if you don’t believe me!”
Instead of stopping, they only became more aggressive.
They continued to rip at my clothes and slap me.
“You shameless bitch, still dreaming? Let’s see how we can wake you up today!”
Soon, my face was flushed and swollen, my hair a mess, and I was left exposed.
Amelia narrowed her eyes and said coldly: “This tramp’s hair is in the way. Let’s
get rid of it.”
She smirked wickedly and pulled out a lighter.
She set my hair on fire.
The flames spread rapidly, engulfing my head in intense pain.
My face, ears, and scalp were seared with burning agony.
I tried to pat out the flames, but my hands were held down.
In moments, my hair was completely burned off, leaving my scalp covered in
burns.
Amelia looked at me with satisfaction and laughed: “Ha! Look at you- now, and hideous. How will you ever attract anyone again?”
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Her bodyguards joined in, laughing and applauding.
I glared at them, trembling with anger: “You’ll regret this!”
Threatened by Michael with my family’s lives, I was confined and lost.
for years.
my
freedom
Staring at the empty villa day after day had only fueled my frustration.
Now, I was enduring even more torment from this stand–in.
My frustration turned into deep–seated hatred.
Amelia stepped in front of me and stomped on my face: “Still daring to talk back? Since your filthy mouth won’t say what I want to hear, just shut up.”
“Cut out this tramp’s tongue!”
At her command, one of Amelia’s bodyguards approached me with a knife.
Seeing this, a more cautious bodyguard nervously spoke up: “Amelia, this is Mr. Jackson’s property. Is it really appropriate to make such a scene?”
Amelia replied without hesitation: “What’s inappropriate about it? Michael is my man, and his home is my home. I’m just dealing with an ungrateful tramp in my own house–who dares question me?”
“Besides, Michael loves me so much that even if I took this tramp’s life, he wouldn’t
even frown.”
The other bodyguards agreed: “Exactly. Amelia is the woman Mr. Jackson adores. What could she possibly not do?”
“Mr. Jackson will only pity Amelia for having to deal with this tramp.”
Encouraged by this, the cautious bodyguard lost all hesitation and watched the
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Lying on the ground, I saw the knife approaching.
Overcome with fear, I screamed: “I really am Michael’s wife! If you do this, Michael will never forgive you!”
But my threats fell on deaf ears.
The bodyguard approached me like a cold, unfeeling machine, knife in hand.
I tried to escape, but Amelia’s guards pinned me down.
As I attempted to dodge, the blade was forced deep into my mouth.
The initial coldness was quickly replaced by an intense, piercing pain.
The agon
was so severe it almost made me lose consciousness.
Through my blurred vision, I saw blood and my severed tongue fall from my
mouth.
The pain was unbearable.
I was too weak to even cry out.
Lying in a pool of blood, motionless and breathless, I could only weep silently.
Amelia, arms crossed, watched with a smirk and contempt: “No matter how much you resemble me, Michael will never look at you. He loves me for who I am.”
“Since you’re so desperate for men, I’ll give you a few.”
She turned to her bodyguards and said coldly: “Treat this tramp as your prize. Whoever puts in the most effort gets a million!”
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Her words sparked immediate excitement among the bodyguards.
They eagerly advanced toward me, like wolves closing in on prey.
I lay helpless, unable to resist, too weak to fight back.
I wanted to scream, but with my tongue severed and my mouth filled with blood, no sound emerged.
I could only endure their cruelty.
Though Michael had kept me confined, he had never harmed me physically.
Even when I rejected him, he never forced himself upon me.
He promised to wait until I willingly gave myself to him.
He claimed my destiny was to be his.
Now, I was overwhelmed beneath the bodyguards, powerless and despairing.
Despair and helplessness consumed me.
Unable to speak, tears streamed down my face.
Michael, was this what you wanted?
