Chapter 2

A familiar voice rang out. Relief washed through me as I rasped to Vivian:

"My sister's here. You're finished!"

My sister Madison rushed in. The moment she saw me covered in blood, her face went deathly pale. She rushed over and pulled me into her arms, her voice trembling:

"Riley! Don't be scared. I'm here."

She carefully avoided my wounds, her fingers gently touching where the acid had splashed my face. Her eyes instantly reddened:

"I'm sorry. I came too late."

The next second, she jerked her head up, her gaze cutting toward Vivian like a blade, her voice cold enough to freeze:

"You're the one who touched my sister? You're asking for death!"

Vivian burst into exaggerated laughter, as if she'd heard the world's greatest joke:

"Oh my! A whole family of sluts, each one with a bigger mouth than the last! What, planning to teach me a lesson?"

She waved the acid bottle arrogantly:

"Today I'll teach you sisters a lesson you'll never forget!"

With that, Vivian hurled the acid at us!

Fortunately, my sister's bodyguard reacted instantly, flashing in front of us. His heavy suit jacket hissed as the acid ate through it.

The bodyguards from both sides immediately clashed. The VIP room descended into chaos.

But Vivian clearly had more people. Our side gradually lost ground.

Frantic, I grabbed my sister's sleeve:

"Madison, is this all the people you brought?"

My sister held me tightly, but her voice remained eerily calm:

"Don't worry. Dad's security team is almost here."

She swept her cold gaze over the arrogant Vivian and her thugs, enunciating each word clearly:

"I'd like to see who dares lay a finger on us Sullivan sisters today."

Vivian's bodyguards had numbers, but they were all show.

The few my sister brought were elite special forces veterans—fast and ruthless. In moments, they'd laid out all those burly thugs.

Seeing her people sprawled on the floor, Vivian finally panicked. She fumbled for her phone and deliberately put it on speaker.

"Honey!"

She called out with a sob in her voice,

"Some crazy woman's bullying me! She insists she's your fiancée and wants to kill me!"

After a few seconds of silence, Ethan's familiar, hypocritical voice came through:

"Baby, don't be scared. What fiancée? You're the only one I love."

His voice suddenly turned cold:

"Stay where you are. I'm on my way. I want to see who's foolish enough to impersonate Ethan's fiancée!"

I heard every single word crystal clear through the phone.

That was definitely Ethan's voice. I couldn't be mistaken.

Yet he firmly denied having a fiancée, calling that crazy woman "baby" and claiming she was the one he loved most.

My heart sank completely.

So Vivian had been telling the truth. They'd probably been married behind my back all along.

I leaned against my sister, my wound throbbing, but it couldn't compare to even a fraction of the chill in my heart.

Fine. Perfect.

I'd wait right here. Wait for Ethan to show up in person and see what lies he could spin.

The Sullivan family would never forgive this ungrateful snake.

With Ethan's promise, Vivian's courage returned.

She pointed at me and my sister, shouting to the onlookers:

"My husband's coming! He said himself he doesn't know any Sullivan second daughter and never got engaged!"

She lifted her chin proudly, holding up her phone:

"I'm Ethan's legally married wife! Whoever teaches these shameless sisters a lesson gets a hundred grand from me right now!"

Under such a reward, someone's eyes turned red with greed.

A muscular bystander grabbed a chair and swung it at us!

"Watch out!"

My sister cried out, shielding me with her body.

The heavy wooden chair slammed into her head. Blood instantly poured from her temple.

She went limp and collapsed into my arms.

"Madison!"

Looking at her pale face, all the blood in my body rushed to my head.

Three years of betrayal, the fury of my sister being injured for me—it all erupted like a volcano.

I jerked my hand up and bit down hard, yanking the knife still embedded in my shoulder!

The searing pain made my vision go black, but I didn't care. I charged at Vivian.

In her terrified gaze, I drove that blood-soaked knife deep into her stomach!