Chapter 3

I frowned as blood dripped from my forehead.

I was truly angry now, looking at Kyle with cold eyes.

"I'm a guest of the Foster family. What are you?"

"Leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

Though he'd have some bad luck for a while.

Seeing me completely dismiss him, Kyle finally lost control.

His eyes bloodshot, he lunged at me, straddling me and beating me viciously.

I was pinned to the ground with no strength to fight back.

But as he came close, I opened my mouth and bit down hard on his ear.

Kyle clutched his ear, glaring at me.

His friends rushed over, pinning me firmly to the ground, each one punching me.

My scalp burned with tearing pain as they yanked me backward, making me fall face-up onto the gravel path.

I groaned.

In front of me, pairs of men's dress shoes formed an impenetrable circle.

When a shoe tip kicked my ribs, I heard the fine crackling of bone.

The first punch left my right ear ringing.

"This is what you get for being a homewrecker! Shameless!"

The second blow left my left cheek burning and swollen.

"Trash! I hate people like you who mess with other people's relationships! Disgusting!"

By the third kick, I could taste rust in my mouth.

"People like you don't deserve to live in this world."

They took turns grabbing my collar and yanking it back, the fabric mixing with blood and sticking to my swollen cheek.

Fists deliberately smashed into my eye corners, warm blood droplets rolling into my collar.

They struck viciously. The two household staff nearby were terrified.

I looked at them. "Call Damien now!"

I gasped for breath, coldly warning Kyle.

"Let me go right now, or I swear I'll make you pay."

Kyle sneered, kicking me again and again.

"You really think I don't know anything?"

"You're just an ordinary person! Your words coming true? Bullshit!"

"You just wanted to seduce Riley when I wasn't paying attention. I've already seen through your plan."

He kicked my ribs with his shoe tip. As I curled up, my forehead hit the concrete edge, blood immediately covering my right eye.

Finally, he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed it against the coffee table edge. The instant ceramic shards cut open my chin, blood dripped onto the floor.

He sneered and kicked me hard in the abdomen.

"Bastard!"

I clutched my stomach, curling into a ball.

"What are you doing?!" The butler finally emerged from the kitchen with a fruit platter.

Seeing my wretched state, her pupils constricted sharply.

She hurried over to help me up.

"Mr. Carter is Damien's honored guest! Damien specifically instructed us to treat him well!"

"Who dared lay hands on Mr. Carter?"

She turned around, meeting Kyle's eyes. Kyle chuckled. "It was me."

"Kyle, what are you doing here?"

Kyle looked at her, his voice cold. "What honored guest? He's just an ordinary person."

"Let me tell you, I'm going to marry Riley Foster in the future."

The butler glanced at Kyle, then at me.

Finally, she reluctantly let go of my hand.

I couldn't stand at all and fell back onto the ground.

Kyle sneered, looking smug.

"What ability to make words come true? I think it's all a scam!"

"Tell me, do his words really come true or not?"

The butler's eyes darted around before she walked over to Kyle.

"Who knows if these supernatural abilities are real or fake?"

My heart seized.