Chapter 6

Scarlett's POV

I was shoved into the holding room.

Outside the door, Dominic's personal bodyguards stood on both sides.

Before long, the Vance family butler arrived with several maids, pushing the door open forcefully.

The butler sneered at Dominic's guards. "Mr. Pierce is getting impatient in the main hall. He ordered us to bring Scarlett over. Are you really going to block us?"

The guards exchanged a look. Not wanting to break protocol, they kept a sharp eye on me as they escorted me back to the center of the ballroom.

By now, the spotlight was shining directly on the center stage.

Julian had changed into a clean suit. He was gently wrapping a dazzling diamond necklace around Chloe's neck.

He placed a tender kiss on Chloe's forehead, as if the man who had just been stabbed in the stomach wasn't him.

Seeing me being brought up, Chloe wrapped her arm around Julian's and smirked at me maliciously over his shoulder.

Then, she slowly pulled out her phone and tapped the screen.

The massive LED screen at the front of the ballroom lit up.

"Scarlett, I have a special gift for you," Chloe said, her smile dripping with poison.

On the screen, a video from five years ago began to play.

In the pitch-black backyard, Lucky was tied up on the muddy ground, whining in absolute despair.

In the video, the butler raised the heavy iron shovel. Once, twice... smashing it down on Lucky's body...

"Lucky... Lucky!"

I felt the blood drain from my head. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the screen.

The sound of that heavy shovel hitting flesh was like a thousand needles piercing my eardrums, burning the very last shred of my sanity to ashes.

It turned out that five years ago, Chloe hadn't just ordered Lucky's death. She had actually recorded the entire thing as a sick trophy.

And now, Chloe was standing on the stage, enjoying the absolute thrill of torturing me mentally, laughing and sipping her champagne.

"I'll kill you!"

I snapped.

Without a second thought, I lunged at the buffet table, grabbing a wine bottle and smashing it against the edge!

Before Chloe could even pull back her smile, I surged onto the stage and slashed the jagged, razor-sharp glass right across her face!

Smash.

"Ah!"

The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by a horrific scream. Blood and red wine exploded across Chloe's face.

The broken glass sliced open her forehead and cheek, leaving deep, bone-deep gashes.

Chloe clutched her face, collapsing to the stage, screaming in agony as blood poured through her fingers, staining the white carpet crimson.

The entire venue fell into utter chaos.

Julian, in a fit of rage, scooped up the screaming Chloe and rushed toward the VIP medical suite in the back of the club.

I stood in a pool of blood, gripping the bloody neck of the broken bottle.

Watching Julian run away, I used the chaos in the room to slip past the distracted guards and followed him.