"You're so beautiful, my dear sister."
Stefanie Hays held a sharp knife and slashed it across the face of the woman lying on the ground. "What do you think? Will everyone still like you when you become ugly and go to hell?"
Mollie Hays looked desperately at Stefanie who was holding the knife. Her face was covered with blood, and she was in so much pain that she was almost convulsing. "Why?"
She did not understand why her sister would be so cruel to her.
Stefanie sneered. "You're the one who wanted to steal my man. Jonathon is mine!"
"What?" Mollie was shocked. "You like...Jonathon?"
"Mollie, don't worry. I will be with Jonathon." With that, Stefanie suddenly raised her hand and drove a sharp dagger through Mollie's heart.
"Go to hell!"
Clang!
Blood gushed out when the dagger fell to the ground.
Mollie's pupils began to dilate as the sharp pain hit her. However, her eyes remained open even up until the moment she died...
Her death must have been too tragic, as her soul wandered in the basement all day long and could not reincarnate. She endured the coldness of the iron gate day after day, silently recounting the grief and grievance in her heart.
One day, a bright light suddenly shone in.
With the sound of the iron lock falling, a tall figure staggered as it ran inside. Mollie then heard a sad voice calling her name.
It was Jonathon Hudson!
His handsome face was covered in stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot. In an instant, he seemed to have aged 10 years. He knelt beside her nearly-composed corpse, and as if he could not smell the stench of her body, he carefully picked her up.
"I'm sorry, Mollie. I came too late.
"Mollie, don't be afraid. I'll take you home."
The pain in that decisive and violent man's eyes was so obvious.
He, who had never shown any signs of weakness, was now covered in tears. His hands, which were holding her corpse, kept trembling.
Mollie's soul hiding in the shadows in the corner watched what was happening in front of her in disbelief.
But why...
Even though she had desperately run away from him, crushed his self-esteem, forced him and the Hudson family to turn against each other, challenged his bottom line again and again, and finally did not hesitate to fight against him when she was alive...
"I will definitely make those who took advantage of you pay the price!"
Jonathon carried the corpse and trudged out of the door. Seeing this, Mollie's soul followed him in a daze.
In a quiet villa.
With a pained expression, he lowered her into a crystal coffin before he glumly ordered his men to bring forward the woman he held captive.
"I didn't do this, Mr. Hudson! Please look into it if you don't believe me. I couldn't possibly have the guts... Besides, Mollie treated me so well..."
Stefanie, with her disheveled appearance, knelt down in front of Jonathon with a thud. She tugged at the hem of his well-cut suit and defended herself with a tearful voice.
Mollie felt sick watching Stefanie pretending to be innocent even at this point.
Fortunately, Jonathon kicked Stefanie aside in disgust. He grabbed her hair and pressed her head against the crystal coffin. "I don't want to hear any nonsense if it's not a confession and apology!"
Jonathon was famous for being a moody and cruel madman. If anyone dared to defy him, they would definitely be stripped of their skin.
Stefanie shuddered in fear. "I'm sorry! Mollie, I'm sorry!
"I don't know why I acted recklessly. Please forgive me, Mollie!
"You love me so much. You won't blame me, will you..."
She must have kowtowed for a long time as blood was pouring from her forehead. Seeing this, Jonathon coldly stopped her. "Don't get your disgusting blood on Mollie's crystal coffin."
He then instructed his men, "Don't let her die just like that. I won't allow her to have even one piece of flesh on her body to be intact."
"N-No!
"Mr. Hudson, please spare me!"
Stefanie was panic-stricken. She crawled on the floor and begged for mercy, but she ended up having her mouth stuffed by the bodyguards before she was dragged away.
The torture that Stefanie had done to Mollie was all returned in a way that was ten thousand times more vicious!
Looking at all this, Mollie's soul couldn't help feeling anxious.
"No, don't dirty your hands!" She wasn't worth Jonathon doing this for her. Jonathon would be implicated if he killed Stefanie!
After having Stefanie dealt with, Jonathon slowly walked to the crystal coffin, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Mollie, how about I marry you in hell?"
Mollie's heart skipped a beat.
The next second, she saw the man take out a shiny dagger from nowhere and stab himself in the chest without hesitation.
"No, no!"
There was even a smile at the corners of his eyes as he murmured, "So this it how it feels to be stabbed in the chest. It must have been painful for my dear Mollie."
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, while Mollie choked with sobs.
She dashed in front of Jonathon, wanting to wake him up. However, the man remained motionless as if he was asleep.
The people around him looked solemn as if his death had been arranged in advance. Everyone only looked down at him dazedly. They were not surprised, nor did they call an ambulance.
"Save him!
"Please, you have to save him!"
Mollie's soul was running around in a panic as she passed through the living bodies one by one. And yet, no one saw or heard her.
"Jonathon, I was wrong. I let you down. Please wake up. I don't want you to accompany me in hell. I want you to live well... Please..."
Her soul was wailing with all her might as she drowned in regret and grief.
Her soul ended up passing out as well in the end.