Madrid, early morning, Feitian Grand Hotel.

As Lucia Martinez was immersed in her thoughts, the hotel room's door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang. Policemen and members of the Martinez family stormed in.

Lucia Martinez's aunt, Camilla Lopez, rushed towards her and slapped her awakening from her daze with a loud slap across her face.

"Slut, do you even know that he's my fiance, your future uncle! You're seducing your elder; have you no shame?"

Lucia Martinez licked the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, glanced sideways at the reporters and police, chuckled coldly, and surveyed her surroundings. The man who had ruthily tortured her last night was nowhere to be found.

"That's right. I, Lucia Martinez, am a woman who specifically sleeps with her future uncles. Try introducing one, and I'll seduce him. Camilla Lopez, what can you do to me?"

Camilla Lopez was so furious that her whole body was trembling. She pointed at Lucia's nose and cursed loudly, "You slut! Caught in the act of adultery, instead of feeling ashamed, you're still so arrogant. Do you have no shame at all?"

"What is 'this shame' you speak of? Do any of you possess it? Whatever I am today, it's all because of your malign influence."

"Lucia Martinez, you are suspected of embezzlement and premeditated murder," a police officer remarked. In accordance with the law, we are arresting you. Please be cooperative.

Lucia chuckled, "The charges you've conjured up are really seamless."

Their ruse was too good: they stole millions of dollars, drugged her at a banquet, and she attacked the chief financial officer with her automobile while she was still unconscious in the intensive care unit.

Faced with false accusations, Lucia found it pointless to argue. She was appalled by Camilla's feigned sadness, as well as her worthless father and stepmother, who were barely restraining their schadenfreude at her position. Everyone saw Lucia as a thorn in their sides, and they would do anything to get rid of her.

In return for these underhanded tactics, the night before the unavoidable catastrophe, Lucia purposefully slipped a drug into the supreme VIP of the Emperor's Club, spending an entire night entwined with him.

It was said that Carlos Garcia never kept a woman by his side, and one who could become his woman could command the wind and clouds in Madrid.

It was a pity that after a passionate night with him, the moment she proposed her request for help, Carlos Garcia’s face, who was embracing her and whispering sweet nothings just a second ago, turned cold instantly.

After confirming her intention, he walked away mercilessly, leaving her alone to face the impending disaster.

Men are all the same at their core. When they can't have you, they do everything they can to get in touch. The minute they get what they want, they turn their backs and deny you.

Ha-ha, thankfully she never fell for him.

Gritting her teeth, Lucia had to pep talk herself. She really couldn't rely on men.

Her times spent happily with Carlos Garcia at the gym over the past two years were all a mere joke. The sympathetic look he gave when she was sent to the hospital for an acute attack of gastroenteritis was all an act, right?

No one was coming to save her, so she had to save herself.

With this thought, Lucia, who was handcuffed by police, was now wearing a mysterious smile. "Dad, don't forget to visit me in the interrogation room. Or, the thing you want will be sent to the Internet by my friend. You can think about the consequences yourself.”

Diego Martinez was half sceptical and said in hate: "You have truly disappointed us; if you wanted to work, I would've provided you with the best job for your development. Whoever knew you, only a month and a half into the job, would dare to divert millions, and you wanted to kill the finance manager when discovered. How could our Martinez family raise such a failure?"

"Disappointed? A failure? Ha, you mediocre people haven’t experienced true despair yet."

Seeing the scene, a police officer pushed Lucia Martinez, "Stop being stubborn; let's go."

Lucia gave a warning glance at Diego Martinez, her spotlessly dressed father with blood on his hands, and left the presidential suite.

At the detention centre, Lucia responded to the police enquiries with apathy, answering every question with "no comment."

In a plot devised by her own father, stepmother, and half sister, at the age of 16, Lucia Martinez had become the shameless slyfox of Madrid. They claimed that Lucia Martinez's mother was a mistress and that Lucia herself was a frequent homebreaker, specialising in taking away the boyfriends of sisters, aunts, classmates, and best friends. Now that Lucia was in jail, it should have been a cause for universal celebration.

However, the truth was, Lucia's mother was the legitimately married wife. After Lucia Martinez's maternal grandfather's company got emptied out due to a scheme by the scumbag Diego Martinez, both of them passed away, and with Lucia 's mother's murder while six months pregnant, Natalia Moreno was swiftly made the legitimate wife by Lucia's dead-beat father. They slanderously labelled Lucia Martinez's mom as a homewrecker and Lucia a bastard child.

Because before Lucia's mother met Diego Martinez, this stepmother had already lived with him in secret for two or three years and gave birth to a daughter. After she became the legitimate wife, she gave birth to a son.

Lucia's closest ones had been eliminated, and only Lucia was left, who was isolated and helpless. Yet she still held a Trump card, which made Diego's departure not a concern.

An hour later, he did indeed come over, lowering his voice to ask, "Lucia Martinez, what exactly do you want?"

"What can I possibly want? Isn't everything in your control?" Lucia Martinez retorted with a coldchuckle.

Dressed in a prison uniform, her hair comfortably messy, and her face pale without makeup, she still radiated a magnetising beauty.

Under her penetrating gaze, Diego avoided eye contact a bit guiltily. "Lucia Martinez, your guilt is proven; even with great efforts to pull you out, you won't be able to escape jail for the next ten or so years."

"Concrete guilt? Trash father, you really have the gall to feign ignorance. Isn't all this the elaborate scheme of you, Natalia Moreno and her sisters, and your children? I won't fall for your tricks. Give you three days. If I can't get out, you'll have to join me in here and rot in jail."

Amid unease, Diego cursed, “You cheap girl, Lucia Martinez!”

"Isn’t that the truth? With the atrocious genes I inherited from you, it's no surprise that I'm born twisted, disgracing the reputation of my grandfather's family. And everyone from your household, I’ve become just like you.”

The anger made Diego gnash his teeth. “I should have killed you back then."

"But unfortunately, you no longer have the chance to continue harming the only descendant of my grandfather's family."

Images of her mother’s tragic death from a fall and her nearly formed brother falling out of the womb—Lucia Martinez never forgot that bloody tragedy.

Ever since Natalia Moreno took control, they had been torturing Lucia Martinez for amusement as dictated by their moods. She mostly endured their brutalities and only occasionally retorted when it was unbearable, which only invited more cruel torments. She was still young, helpless, and unable to take revenge.

"Lucia Martinez, cooperate properly and hand over what you've got. I can help you pull a few strings and reduce your imprisonment".

"Hah, do you take me for a fool? You cannot wait for me to rot in jail or be killed by someone to completely let go of your worries." Diego lowered his voice threateningly, "Since you know, hand over your stuff obediently, or else your death won't be a pleasant one."

With an increased volume, Lucia Martinez replied, "Officer, I want to report something. I no longer want to negotiate with Diego."