Chapter 5

No one spoke up for me. Myra played with Soren's hand, while the man who had tenderly proposed marriage to me yesterday now coldly watched as I was humiliated.

Soren stepped forward, assuming his usual role as the nice guy.

They nodded respectfully, recognizing he is Myra's people.

Just as I thought I could leave, Soren leaned close to my ear, his tone mocking:

"Damien, you're as worthless as your sister. How could a girl with autism like her gain Mr. Harrington's favor?"

"But now there's no one to compete with me. All those paintings are mine, thanks to Myra. If she hadn't abandoned your sister to come find me the moment she heard I was sick, your sister's head wouldn't have been crushed by that car. That scene really excited me."

"Myra and I are already married. You're nothing but a backup plan. How could you possibly compete with me?"

My face turned pale, my arms trembling slightly, unable to believe what I was hearing.

Five years ago, my little sister was obediently listening to me, crying and saying she'd wait for me to come back. How could she be gone?

I clenched my fists, the veins on my arms clearly visible, my teeth grinding audibly.

The rage in my heart could no longer be suppressed. I raised my hand and punched him hard, again and again. Everyone reacted too late, staring at me in shock as I exploded.

Myra snapped back to her senses and grabbed a nearby vase, smashing it over my head.

Looking at Soren's bruised and swollen face, she wasn't satisfied and punched me several more times until my nose started bleeding.

"Damien! How dare you hurt him! Why couldn't scum like you just die in prison instead of coming out to harm people!"

Myra shouted in rage, her face flushed red with anger.

I wiped the blood from my nose, my face expressionless.

"Myra, I don't care what you do to me, but why did you leave Celeste out there all alone? Didn't you promise me you'd take good care of her?"

Myra's face froze, then twisted into a disdainful smirk.

"Why should I waste my time on an idiot? It's better if she's dead, she's just a nuisance. Did she really think she could compete with Soren? Know your place!"

My lips trembled as I stared into her eyes in disbelief.

"Go home and think about your actions. Who else do you think cares about you besides me?"

As I was kicked out, I was still smiling, but tears mixed with blood streamed down my face. A cold, hard pain rolled through my heart.

A pair of black high heels appeared before my eyes, accompanied by an icy voice. "I can help you. Here's the evidence I found of Soren stealing your sister's paintings, Myra's affair, and videos of them giving others performance-enhancing drugs."

I looked up, tears frozen on my face.

Back at the house Myra bought, her birthday cake for me was at the door. I threw it straight into the trash.

I went directly to the tattoo parlor to have the matching butterfly tattoo on my chest removed.

"Okay, don't be angry. Soren was just kidding around. Tomorrow is my match. I'll bring you the trophy when it's over."

Myra's message came through, but I felt nothing but disgust.

Looking at the flash drive in my hand, I took a deep breath and uploaded all its contents online, setting them to be released on a timer.

The next day, the internet was filled with cheers for Myra, the boxing queen. She lived up to expectations and became champion again.

As she took the stage to accept her honor, the already released videos were causing an uproar online.

Soren rushed onto the stage in a panic, grabbing Myra. "Everything's been exposed!"

Myra was confused, but her eyes flashed with alarm when she saw the boxing committee approaching.

"Myra, please come with us!"