The night was as dark as ink.

In the secret deep forest of Wormwood, in the basement of an old villa, Anabella was like a doll without a soul. His breathing was vague, as if he would die at any time, lying on the bed without any vitality.

Different from Anabella's miserable state, a beautifully dressed woman stood beside the bed.

Her name was Alora, and she was the third daughter of Anabella's adoptive parents.

Alora didn't like the smell of disinfectant in this room. She raised her hand to cover her nose in disgust and looked at Anabella with disdain.

"Anabella, look at you now. You are the most beautiful woman in Wormwood. Now, even if I give you to a man for free, no one will want you!"

At this time, Anabella's body was extremely thin, as if there was a thin layer of human skin outside the skeleton. Her blue blood vessels were clearly visible, making her look scary.

She was now like a roaring cornered beast, staring at her with a pair of protruding eyes. But her tongue was cut off and she couldn't scream out. She couldn't refute a word!

Looking at her struggling and twisted face, Alora laughed ferociously. "Haha—Men love to praise your beauty, but now you make people want to eat overnight!"

At this moment, Anabella's eyes seemed to be coated with poison, which made Alora frightened. She panicked and raised her hand to slap her in order to hide her fear.

"Bitch, who gives you the right to look at me like that? You are the b*tch that my brother picked up. Do you really think you are the daughter of the Jason Family? Now, you are a dead person. The company and your fiance all belong to my big sister!"

"Humph!" Alora stared at her with disgust. "I don't know what kind of shit luck you have, but someone has touched the tattoo on your back. Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived for so long. We would have chopped you up and fed you to the dogs!"

A tattoo!

Anabella's angry pupils suddenly contracted. It turned out that they had asked her to lie here for a year and hung her life with nutrient fluid every day just to get her skin!

The secret door of the basement was opened, and a woman came in. Her high heels stepped on the cold floor again and again, which shocked Anabella.

The woman stared coldly at Anabella, thinking that she was a cargo. "Is she the woman with tattoos on her back? She has a good skin. Let me have a look at her."

Alora roughly flipped over Anabella, revealing the beautiful tattoo on her spine. "Miss, are you satisfied? This tattoo has been around for many years, and it fits your requirements very well."

"Very good. For the sake of your good upbringing, add another 10,000." The woman rubbed Anabella's back with her fingertips and waved to the person behind her. "Cut it now."

Alora was first excited about the sky-high price. When she heard that she was going to cut off her skin alive, she quickly made way. She wanted that b*tch Anabella to die soon.

Anabella's face was wrapped in the pillow, and she could only breathe with difficulty. Because of lack of oxygen, her brain began to go blank, but she still felt that there was a cold knife tip on her back cutting her skin. It drilled into her flesh and cut off her skin bit by bit.

In the piercing pain, Anabella's eyes turned red, but she didn't even have the strength to struggle!

She hated her so much!

The cold touch on her back disappeared, but the skin was gone. The pain tortured his fragile nerves. She heard Alora's vicious curse until the door was closed, and the whole world fell into dead silence.

Anabella could hear the sound of blood flowing out of her body from her back. She was finally about to die, but she still died with a grievance!

She didn't know how long it took, but she suddenly felt a pair of hands pick her up like a treasure. She could smell a good smell.

"Anabella, you won't be able to live. Can I give you a ride?"

There was a hint of evil coldness in the man's deep voice, but Anabella, who had been tortured by pain for an entire year, felt that he was so gentle.

Anabella suddenly cried, crying bitterly and hysterically. She had been eager to be cherished all her life, but only when she was on the verge of death did she know that someone cared about her feelings, even if she was facing death!

However, she didn't want to give up. She really didn't want to—

...

In a villa in the rich area of the eastern suburb of Wormwood, a man in good clothes entered the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

" button!" The man knocked on the bathroom door. "It's Ethan. I heard from James that you've been taking a shower for nearly an hour. It's time for you to come out."

There was a hint of affection in the man's clear voice in the bathroom. It was as gentle as the wind and mist, which was very annoying.

"Huh!"

When Anabella, who was lying in the bath, heard the voice, she instantly sat up. Her eyes were deep and full of sarcasm.

Anabella, the 14-year-old girl who had lost her memory, was taken by him to the Jason family. He should have saved her life. However, when she was tortured by the Mateo family and desperately asked for help, he only wanted to be stronger than her!

The more he trusted, the more disappointed he was.

Anabella came out of the bath. She looked at herself in the mirror, who was young and charming. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes and glanced at the tattoo on her spine.

The tattoo, like vines and branches, circled around her entire spine. It was gloomy and strange. It had been cut off. Yes, it was the past, because it was the past in her last life. Now she was back, with the heart of revenge, she was reborn at the age of 18 before any tragedy began!

She couldn't forget how painful it was to be imprisoned. She wanted to take revenge on the entire Jason Family. She wanted to pay back the debt a thousand times over!

A dangerous smile appeared on her lips, and the end of her eyes also rose, like a blooming blood-red poppy.

She, Anabella, was reborn in the fire. She was no longer the young lady of the Mateo family, but Anabella, who had come back for revenge!

"Ethan?" Seeing that Anabella didn't respond, Ethan knocked on the door again. "Did she fall asleep?"

Anabella's face, which had become ferocious because of hatred, looked a little out of control. After a long time, she restrained herself and replied in a soft voice, "Brother, I'm fine."

Anabella's hand, which was about to open the door, stopped. He hid the impulse in his eyes and smiled gently. "Okay."

After a while, Anabella came out wrapped in a bath towel. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Anabella standing there without hiding. His eyes were burning, and he clung to her exposed collarbone, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

There was a hint of mockery in Anabella's lowered eyes. She didn't even notice it in her last life. At this time, he had begun to peek at her unscrupulously.

Anabella took a deep breath and looked up at him with a smile. "Brother, do you have something to do?"

Ethan's eyes were dazzled by her beautiful face, which was as beautiful as a flower. She used to be well-behaved and cold, but she had never been so lively and charming, which almost made him lose control.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Ethan smiled modestly and said, "Tonight, my father asked you to go to a banquet with me. I have ordered a dress and accessories for you, and they will be sent here soon."

"Okay, I'll ask James to accompany me. I'll go and do my work."

Ethan frowned unhappily. Anabella's eyes flickered slightly, and she said with a slight smile, "Brother, you should spend more time with my future sister-in-law at today's banquet. Otherwise, father will blame you for spoiling me and always distract your attention. I don't care about your fiancee, as if I am an unforgivable sinner."

"Ha..." Ethan smiled slightly. "Is this because you're jealous of your sister-in-law?"