The doctor had said that even if her hand healed, she would struggle to hold chopsticks.

But the other family had a powerful background.

In the end, they were merely given a verbal warning and ordered to pay compensation.

That night, I pried open the window and slipped out.

By the time my parents received the police report and rushed to the scene, the class bully was already lying dead at the front door.

I was covered in blood, nearly beaten to death by the bully’s family.

When I saw my parents arrive, I smiled and said, “He dared to hit my sister, so he died.”

They said I had bipolar disorder and sent me to a psychiatric hospital.

Over the next ten years, my sister visited me regularly.

She brought pastries and little gifts and she would sit and share the colorful stories of her life with me.

Most of the time, I couldn’t understand her happiness. But through the iron bars, she would hold my hand and say, “I’m happy just holding hands with my sister. You are too, right?”

Half a year ago, she visited me for the last time.

She looked worn out but forced a smile and said she was getting married, her fiancé would protect her the way I always had.

But I didn’t know then that he was the one who had hurt her the most.

He was the one who pushed her to her death.

“Dad, Mom,” I said quietly. “From today onward, I am Olivia.”

If anyone dared to hurt my sister, I would kill them all.

Mom dressed me in my sister’s clothes and tied my hair into the same low ponytail she always wore.

She even stuffed a small pillow under my shirt.

When she looked at me, she broke down in tears again.

At that moment, I must have looked exactly like my sister.

The doorbell rang.

It was Noah.

When he saw the expressions on my parents’ faces, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

“Honey, why didn’t you answer my call? I came to pick you up.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist, clearly testing the waters.

“Dad, Mom. I was too busy yesterday and forgot to take Olivia to her prenatal checkup. She got angry and ran home.”

My father forced a smile and waved a hand.

“Hmm, I’ve already scolded her. Tell her not to throw tantrums.”

My mother, eyes red from crying, added,

“Noah, pregnancy is very hard on women. You need to be more considerate of her…”

Noah breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dad, Mom, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Olivia.”

After a few more polite talk exchanges, he impatiently pulled me toward the door.

Mom hurried out behind us and clutched my hand, her gaze filled with a thousand unspoken words.

“Olivia, take care of yourself.”

I patted her hand and nodded.

Then I got into Noah’s car without looking back.

As soon as the car started moving, the smile vanished from his face.

“You’re smart not to tell your parents about this. Olivia, as long as you stay by my side and give birth to this child, I’ll keep my promise to protect you for life.”

“Otherwise, I don’t mind destroying you and the Riley Family. Understand?”

I said nothing. I simply raised my hand and gently stroked my stomach, lips curving into a silent smile.

Noah glanced at me, sighed and reached out to hold my hand.

“Olivia, forget about today, okay? I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life. I promise.”

“Let’s have our own child next time and maybe two more, okay?”

I began to tremble, biting my lips to hold back any sound.

“It’s my fault. If you want to cry, go ahead, sweetheart.”

His voice grew softer, almost a whisper.

“As long as you give birth to my child with Ava and fulfill my final wish, I will cherish you for the rest of my life.”

My trembling worsened.

‘Noah, you probably won’t get that chance.’

Just as I was about to draw the dagger and end everything, his phone rang.

He answered the call, frowned and suddenly jerked the steering wheel, speeding off in the opposite direction.

“Ava, don’t cry! I’ll come and save you!”

He charged like a madman to the door of a bar.

I followed him inside and saw a pure-looking woman being dragged into a private room by several drunks.

Noah’s eyes flared with rage. He grabbed a wine bottle and rushed forward.

The bar manager recognized him and immediately ordered his staff to pull the drunks away.

The leader of the group, a burly man with a dark face, was struck by Noah and forced to kneel on the ground, sobering up quickly.

He pointed at me, standing behind Noah and pleaded for mercy.

“It was all her idea! Miss Olivia, you didn’t tell us this girl had a special status...”

The drunken men all turned to me, begging for help.

Ava threw herself into Noah’s arms.

“Noah, I’m so scared... Did Olivia ask them to teach me a lesson?”

“Olivia, I know. Ever since Jack’s accident, you’ve been afraid I’d take Noah away from you.”

“So, you wanted to find these people to ruin me, right?”

Slap!

Before I could speak, Noah slapped me hard across the face.

“Olivia, I never thought you could be so vicious!

You’ve dirtied yourself, so now you want to drag Ava down with you? Since that’s the case, you’d better take the punishment from these men for her!”

I stood there, stunned. Noah was even more of a lunatic than I was.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted me to give birth to this child properly?”

“You don’t deserve it!”

Leaving those words behind, he waved his hand and shoved me and the drunken men into the private room together.

As the door locked behind us, the leader’s face twisted into something sinister.

“Miss Olivia, do you remember us?”

“Half a year ago, we had a day and night of fun… Tonight, we’ll make sure you have a good time again…”

I suddenly understood, these were the same men who had kidnapped and abused my sister.

Ava had found them to recreate the scene, intending to hurt her again.

Looking at the various props on the table, I smiled in satisfaction.

How wonderful.

Line up and I’ll take you one by one.

The dark-faced man lit a cigarette and blew smoke into my face.

“I’ve never played with a pregnant woman before. This must feel amazing!”

I snatched the cigarette and pressed it hard against his right eye.

“Ah!” The stench of burning flesh filled the air.

As he screamed, I kicked him hard in the groin.

The dark-faced thug instantly curled up on the ground like a martial artist, writhing in pain.

“You dare to fight back, you bitch! I’ll beat you to death!”

The second man picked up the spiked whip from the table and swung it at me.

I caught it, wrapped it around his neck several times and yanked hard.

He let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching the torn flesh on his neck before collapsing.

“Damn it, this woman has strength! Let’s take her down together!”

The third man grabbed me from behind and the fourth kicked me in the stomach.

When his foot made contact with my belly, he hesitated.

I gave him a wicked smile, grabbed his leg and drove my elbow into it.

Crack. He howled in pain, clutching his broken limb.

I reached back, seized the hair of the man behind me and threw him over my shoulder.

Then I pounced, striking him left and right, each punch landing squarely on his face.

Ten minutes later, the men were bound and gagged, smelly socks stuffed into their mouths.

I looked over my handiwork with satisfaction and flexed my aching fists.

It had been over a decade since I’d gotten to beat someone like that.

The last time was when I took down that school bully.

He’d mocked me, saying I was too weak to fight.

He hadn’t known I was born with freakish strength, three punches and he was dead.

Even in the mental hospital, I never slacked off.

Every day, I trained my strength by bending iron bars, breaking several each day.

Now, staring into their fearful eyes, I raised the whip.

“What you tried to do to me earlier, now do to each other.”

Minutes later, the men lay on the ground in twisted shapes, whimpering for mercy.

They couldn’t take it anymore?

But I hadn’t even started avenging my sister yet.

I smashed several bottles of alcohol and sneered as I poured the liquor over the cigarette butts.

When the flames erupted, they screamed like pigs being slaughtered, writhing on the ground like maggots.

The soundproofing in this bar really was excellent, no one outside noticed a thing.

When Noah and Ava arrived, half the bar had already been reduced to ash.

Four casualties.

Covered in soot, blood and ragged clothes, I sat curled up on the street corner.

Noah saw my flat stomach and muttered coldly, “You deserve it.”

Ava leaned in and whispered, “You’re really lucky. But you won’t be so lucky next time.”

They carried me into the car’s backseat.

In the darkness, I trembled, remembering the screams of those men as I burned their genitals.

The way they begged for mercy as they died.

I felt exhilarated.

Next, it would be your turn.

Back at the Carter Family villa, Noah gave orders to the private doctor:

“Just give her some basic treatment.”

He didn’t want to alert my parents, so he stepped out to make a phone call.

I heard Ava whisper to the doctor, “Remove her uterus so she can never get pregnant again.”

They didn’t know that after years in the mental hospital, I’d developed a resistance to anesthetics.

As soon as Ava left, I opened my eyes and pretended to remain unconscious.

The female doctor, she was the same one mentioned in my sister’s diary.

For months, Ava had slandered and injured my sister.

This doctor had intentionally left her scarred, ensuring Noah would find her repulsive.

Holding the scalpel, the doctor sneered, “Madam, it’s your own fault for offending the wrong person.”

I flashed a sinister smile and pulled the curtain shut.

An hour later, Ava impatiently came to check the results.

If she had lifted the sheet, she would’ve seen a dead hedgehog hidden under the bed, its ten fingers severed, its body pierced with needles, bloodied and lifeless.

The bloodied uterus on the tray? Not mine.

Outside the room, Noah’s voice rang out, “Mom, why are you here?”

Ava leaned close to my ear and hissed smugly.

“Olivia, you’re finished. Just wait to be kicked out!”

I was wheeled out into the living room, where a wealthy, imposing woman stood.

Noah bowed and groveled before her.

“Mom, there was an unexpected fire at the bar and Olivia just happened to be inside…”

The woman strode over and slapped me across the face.

“I knew you were a slut who couldn’t behave. You seduced men before marriage and nearly ruined yourself. Even while pregnant, you went to bars for thrills! Our Carter Family doesn’t need such a shameless daughter-in-law!”

I was dazed, speaking softly, “Mom, I’m innocent…”

Noah frowned. “Mom, Olivia almost died in the fire. She lost the baby. She’s already suffered. Please don’t scold her anymore.”

He held my hand, for once showing a rare trace of concern.

“As long as you know you were wrong, that’s enough. Once you recover, we’ll have more children.”

Behind us, Ava’s eyes flashed with jealousy.

“But... the doctor just said my sister was too reckless and now her uterus is damaged. She can never have children again...”

“What?!” Noah’s mother snatched the diagnosis form. Her voice sharpened.

“Noah, divorce her immediately and marry Ava for your older brother!”

Seeing him hesitate, she cried out,

“Your older brother is already dead. Are you going to let the Carter Family line die with him?”

My chest tightened.

So, they had always treated my sister this way?

Letting her be framed and tortured by Ava’s schemes.

Calling her a slut, throwing her away like garbage.

But it was Noah who destroyed her!

My eyes turned red as I looked at him.

“I became like this because of you…You promised to protect me for life, Noah.”

He looked torn, his gaze conflicted.

“Olivia, I have to think about the Carter family. I promise, I won’t divorce. The child I have with Ava, we’ll let you raise it, okay?”

My expression darkened. My gaze sharpened with bloodlust.

“Fine.”

If you all live long enough.

I threw off the blanket, stood up and walked toward the villa’s entrance.

Under their shocked stares, I locked the door and smashed the security system with my fists.

Noah’s face went pale as he stared at my blood-soaked hand.

“Your hand… You’re not Olivia. Who are you?!”