In the seventh year after my death, my ex-girlfriend, who had abandoned me, returned in glory.

In order to seek revenge on me, she pressed my blind mother to the ground and made her lick her shoes.

My younger brother would rather be beaten than reveal my whereabouts.

She smiled and said, "Men can also serve others."

Immediately, she asked several big men to surround my brother.

Unable to bear this humiliation, my brother chose to commit suicide.

Before he died, he stared at his ex-girlfriend with red eyes and said to her, "My brother is already dead, he died seven years ago, and the heart you are using now is from my brother."

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In the abandoned warehouse of the suburbs, my brother Victor Lewis, who was injured, was tied up and kneeling in front of Marla Hawk.

"Marla, please, for the sake of my brother's face, let me go..." he pleaded softly to Marla.

Marla sat on the sofa brought by others, holding a glass of red wine and she was listening to Victor's begging with a sarcastic smile on her face.

She stepped on his hand with the heel of her high heels, "I brought you out to meet more people because of your brother's face, right? But now you want me to let you go back? Okay, just let Zac Lewis come out and lick my shoes clean, and I will let you go home and accompany your blind mother."

Despair appeared in Victor's eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Watching this scene beside me, I was feeling extremely painful.

It was not that I wouldn't fulfill the bet by not coming out, but that I was already dead and couldn't fulfill the bet.

Victor tightly bit his lower lip until it bled, and kowtowed to Marla again, "Miss Hawk, my brother really can't come... Please, please spare us for the sake of my parents who treated you so well before..."

But Marla laughed even more happily, and her voice was full of hatred: "Victor Lewis, you are really a good little brother of hers and still refuse to tell me where Zac Lewis is! Then you will suffer for her first."

She clapped her hands, and several tall men came in from outside the door.

She stood up and squatted in front of Victor, "My good little brother, do you know? Men can also serve."

After speaking, she stood up and said to those big men, "Although he's a man, it should also be fun. Pay him afterwards as long as you don't kill him."

The few burly men immediately became excited when they heard it.

I rushed forward like crazy and stood in front of Victor, saying, "No! Stop!'

But it was useless. I could only watch as they passed through my body, reaching out their hands towards my brother.

In the spacious warehouse, Victor's screams echoed inside.

As a soul, I could only watch as my brother was humiliated, unable to do anything.

I knelt in front of Marla, kowtowing to her again and again, begging her to spare him.

But she turned a blind eye, her gaze passing through me and onto Victor.

I watched as Victor's expression changed from fear to despair, and finally to emptiness.

After a while, Victor could no longer make any sound.

When those burly men dispersed, he lifted his head in the stench with his gaze fixing on Marla, and suddenly laughed, "Ha-ha, what a crazy person, Marla! If my brother knew how you treated me, he wouldn't definitely spare you."

Marla curled up her mouth with a sarcastic smile: "Come on, even though you have become like this, your so-called good brother who will never let me go hasn't appeared yet, why?"

Victor wiped the dirt off his face and laughed even louder, "Marla Hawk, you will never see my brother in your lifetime. Even if I die, I won't tell you where he is, because you don't deserve it."

Looking at Marla's eyes filled with hatred, she was no longer the cute girl in my memory who used to smile.

Seven years ago, she was still a little girl who would be happy all day because of receiving a rose for 1.5 dollars.

Now, she was like a poisonous poppy flower, which was beautiful yet deadly and was willing to do anything to achieve her goals.

Marla shook her phone in front of Victor and said coldly, "Victor, I recorded what just happened. You'll have two days to think about whether you want to tell me where your brother is. Otherwise, I will post this video online. I think when your brother sees it, he will feel the pain and appear on his own."

A struggle flashed across Victor's face as he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Marla, wanting to snatch the phone, but he was stopped by the people she brought.

She looked at Victor as if she was watching a clown, "It makes no difference even if you snatch the phone because I can still make it happen again. When you snatch once, I'll do it again."

At that moment, Victor seemed to lose all his strength and collapsed on the ground, "My brother, how could you fall in love with such a cruel woman?"

Marla burst into laughter, "As long as you tell me where he is, I promise you will have a smooth life in the future.

"Of course, you can still refuse, but the cost is a hundred times more painful than what just happened. So, do you think it is worth destroying your whole family for Zac?"

I didn't expect that Marla, who used to avoid walking around when seeing ants on the ground for fear to hurt them, had become so vicious. Was my decision wrong?

I thought Marla would end it here today, but when she had someone bring my mother in from outside, my soul also shivered.

As soon as Victor saw my mother, his first reaction was to find a place to hide, because no one would want their family to see their miserable side.

But Marla had someone catch him who was trying to escape, squatting beside him, whispering like a demon, "My good little brother, if you don't tell me where Zac is, I can only let his mother sleep with others."

"Marla, why are you so crazy?" "Victor's voice sounded in despair.

"You can't treat our family like this..."

Marla sarcastically laughed, "your family still had my depressed mother come see me when I'm at my worst state, so why can't I treat you like this?'

Seven years ago, on my birthday, Marla came to me happily with a gift. When I opened the door, I saw myself and the daughter of a wealthy family sitting on the sofa, kissing passionately.

When I heard the noise, I looked up and impatiently said, "Marla, why can't you choose a better time to show up? Can't you see I'm busy? I must be blind to like someone as boring as you. I can forget when you're poor, but don't expect me to suffer with you."

Marla seemed to remember something, and her gaze became even fiercer, "I originally only wanted to torture Zac alone, but your family still wants to protect him. Since that's the case, I'll let your whole family suffer for him.

"Of course, if you regret it, you can also hand over Zac."

Hearing this, my mother, who was being suppressed, began to struggle hard, "Marla, please let's go over. Your uncle has already been killed by you, but why won't you let us go?"

Hearing my mother's words, I took a few steps back. Even though it was my soul, I still felt a piercing pain at this moment.

I always thought that my dad was on a business trip, but I didn't expect that he...

"Ah..." I knelt on the ground, feeling a sense of powerlessness all over.

Marla reached out to uncover the blindfold my mother was wearing, and Victor trembled in despair.

In the instant the blindfold was uncovered, she was grabbed by a pair of hands.

I followed those hands and saw that the person was Dion Lawson, a bastard who I'd still wanted to beat up seven years after my death.

If it weren't for him, how could Marla, my family, and I ended up like this?

Seven years ago, on that birthday.

I received a notification from the hospital early in the morning that Marla fainted on the roadside.

In a hurry, as soon as I arrived at the hospital, the doctor came over and told me that it was preliminarily diagnosed as myocardial disease before I could catch my breath.

My grandmother also died from cardiomyopathy. But how could I save Marla since she was still so young?

I stumbled to the ticket office and looked at the amount of money that needed to be paid on the screen. It happened to be the amount my mother gave me last night, which was their hard-earned pension, but they still took it out for me to buy a ring for Marla. However, there was still a lot of money needed for the late stage of this illness, and Marla's father had uremia.

When I was at a loss, someone handed a card to the toll collector and said, "Use this."

A mocking voice came from behind.

I turned around and it was Dion Lawson.

He looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Do you think you can still date our school's beauty with just this little money?"

I didn't speak and wanted to leave the checkout counter.

But he didn't want to let me go so easily. "You're so poor, so don't even think about marrying a beauty like her. Just think about it, do you have money to pay for Marla's heart surgery, or to pay for your father-in-law's kidney?"

Dion was right and poverty was my biggest mistake at this moment.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"I won't go too far. As long as you give up on Marla, you won't have to worry about her and her father's medical expenses." Dion looked at me with a playful expression.

Come on, it really proves the saying that Hemp rope is only for bad karma people.

Dion saw me standing there in a daze, and he whispered in my ear, "You won't lose in this deal either. Since the Levin family's young lady has always liked you, you can become their son-in-law."

"Think about it carefully."

As he was about to leave, I spoke up, "Yes, I agree."

"That's a smart choice." He patted my face and turned to leave.

I collapsed on the ground, laughing suddenly, and tears came out as I laughed.

Many people cry in the hospital every day, and the passers-by were used to it.

I tightly held the money my parents gave me yesterday, mocking myself for being incapable when I even had to rely on my love rival to pay for my girlfriend's medical expenses.