I went to the Montgomery Group that morning and resigned as Argus’s secretary. Just like that. No hesitation, no second thoughts.

The HR manager, one of the few people who ever treated me kindly, looked at me and sighed. “Dahlia, congratulations! You finally got out. I’m serious, you escaped something ugly.”

I forced a small smile. “Yeah… I guess I did.”

And for the first time in a long while, I actually felt a little lighter. Like something heavy had finally loosened its grip on my chest. I didn’t owe them anything anymore. Not the money, not the pain, not the version of myself I became just to survive.

But that feeling didn’t last long.

The moment I walked into the villa that evening, a glass shattered right in front of me.

I flinched as sharp pieces scattered across the floor, one of them slicing into my arm. I barely had time to react before Argus stormed over.

His hand came fast.

The slap rang loud, my head snapping to the side as pain exploded across my face.

“Dahlia!” he shouted, his eyes cold and furious. “Grandpa treated you like his own, and this is how you repay him? You pushed him down the stairs? You tried to kill him?!”

My ears rang, my cheek burning, but none of that mattered.

“What?” I breathed, panic rising fast. “What are you talking about? How did Grandpa fall? What did the doctor say? Is he okay?”

Before Argus could answer, a weak voice came from upstairs.

“Miss Connelly, the butler already said it was you,” Celine said, her tone trembling, almost pitiful. “Are you really going to pretend you’re innocent even now?”

My body went cold.

“Argus, is this really the person you chose?” she added softly, like she was hurt. “She did something like that and still won’t admit it. She’s a coward.”

I staggered back as Argus shoved me hard against the wall. Pain shot through my back, but I barely felt it.

Because I saw her. Celine.

For just a second, her eyes met mine. And she smiled. A small, smug smile.

My scalp tingled. I didn’t need to think twice. She did it. She pushed Grandpa. And now she was blaming me.

Before I could say anything, my phone started ringing sharply. Argus picked it up, and the butler’s voice came through, urgent and panicked. “Sir, the master just had a massive hemorrhage! The hospital’s blood bank is running low, we might not have enough supply—”

I couldn’t hear the rest.Because Celine spoke again, like she just remembered something important.

“Argus, Dahlia’s blood type is the same as Grandpa’s, right?” she said softly.

My heart dropped.

A cold fear crawled up from my feet, wrapping around my chest.

No…

The next second, everything turned chaotic. Hands grabbed me. I struggled, but it didn’t matter. I was dragged out, shoved into a car, and taken straight to the hospital.

Before I could even process what was happening, I was tied down in the emergency room.

“Hold her still,” someone said.

Cold ropes tightened around my wrists. A needle pierced into my vein.

“Draw her blood,” Argus’s voice came, cold and final. “As long as it saves Grandpa, I don’t care what happens to her. Even if she dies.”

My heart clenched.

I turned my head, looking at him through blurry vision. “Argus…” My voice shook. “Even if I didn’t say anything… I would’ve given blood for Grandpa. You didn’t have to do this. You didn’t have to tie me up like this…”

My throat tightened.

“But I didn’t push him,” I said, forcing the words out. “I swear I didn’t. You can’t just decide that and treat me like this. You can’t take what little dignity I have left.”

He let out a cold laugh.

“Still lying?” his eyes was full of disgust. “Grandpa treated you so well, and this is how you repay him? Dahlia, you really have no bottom line.”

“I didn’t—”

“Enough,” he cut me off sharply. “You better pray he survives. Because if anything happens to him, I’ll make you pay for it. In blood.”

In blood.

The words echoed in my head.Anger. Pain. Fear. Something broke inside me, quietly and completely.

I could feel it… my blood leaving my body, little by little. My fingers turned cold, my vision dimming at the edges.

Was this how it felt? When you had no way out? When no one believed you? A tear slipped down the side of my face.

Dad…

Did it hurt like this when you were lying there alone? When you needed help and no one came?

My breathing grew weaker, my thoughts drifting. For a moment… I thought I heard his voice.

Soft.

Calling me.

Dad, are you here? Did you come to take me with you?

…

I had a long dream.

In that dream, Celine hadn’t come back yet, and everything was different.

Argus and I were still together like a normal couple. No tension, no fear. He would introduce me to his friends without hesitation, his hand always around my waist like he was proud of me. Like I actually belonged there.

He even took me to the hospital to visit my dad. He would talk to him, sit beside his bed, and try so hard to please him. I still remembered how awkward he looked sometimes, like he didn’t know what to say but still tried anyway.

“Sir, I’ll take care of Dahlia,” he said once, almost seriously. “You don’t have to worry about her.”

Back then, I believed him.

I really thought… we had a future.

He gave me so many firsts. First time feeling wanted, first time feeling like maybe I wasn’t alone. I held onto those moments like they were real.

Then suddenly—

Cold water poured over my head.

I gasped, my whole body jerking as freezing liquid soaked through my clothes, biting straight into my skin. The cold hurt so much it almost felt like knives.

My eyes snapped open.

The dream shattered.

Reality came back all at once.

Argus was sitting in front of me, high above like he was looking down at something worthless. His eyes were cold, completely detached.

“You should be grateful,” he said, his tone flat. “Grandpa made it through. If something happened to him, you wouldn’t even be alive right now. You would’ve died on that operating table.”

My body stiffened.

Before I could even process that, he continued, “Until he wakes up, you’re staying here. Reflect on what you’ve done. And be ready anytime if he needs more blood.”

Reflect?

My mind went blank.

Then it hit me where I was.

This place…

My skin broke out in goosebumps.

I knew this room.

It was where Argus dealt with people who crossed him. I had heard things, whispers, rumors. People didn’t come out the same… if they came out at all.

There were no windows. No light. The air felt thick, heavy, like it was soaked with something I didn’t want to name.

Blood.

I remembered once, I laughed and asked him, “What if one day we end up as enemies? Would you throw me in there too?”

He looked at me back then, serious for once. “No. That’ll never happen. We won’t become enemies.”

I almost laughed now.

Look at me.

Standing right in the middle of his hell.

All because of a lie that didn’t even try to hide its cracks.

Something inside my chest twisted slowly, painfully.

“I didn’t push Grandpa,” I said, forcing the words out one by one. “I didn’t do it. I’m not lying. I didn’t do anything wrong, so I’m not staying here to reflect on something I didn’t do.”

I tried to stand.

My body didn’t listen.

It felt like it was falling apart, like every part of me was too weak to hold together. My legs trembled and gave out before I could even get up properly.

Argus let out a low scoff.

“Dahlia, you really are something,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Still pretending. Still acting like the victim. I won’t believe a single word from you ever again.”

Ever again. He turned and walked out. The door slammed shut.

And then darkness. Complete darkness swallowed everything. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything except my own breathing.

It came fast. Too fast.

No… not again…

My chest tightened, panic rising like it was choking me from the inside.

I hated this.

I hated small, closed spaces. Ever since I was young, it felt like the walls would press in, like the air would disappear. Like I was going to suffocate and no one would even know.

I used to tell him that.

“I hate the dark,” I said once. “If I ever live somewhere, I want it bright all the time.”

Back then, he actually listened. The villa was always lit up at night. I thought it meant something.

But now…

I curled into myself, my fingers digging into my arms as I tried to breathe.

“Calm down… just breathe…” I whispered to myself. “You’re fine… you’re fine…”

But I wasn’t. I really wasn’t.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and light slipped in. I flinched, squinting as a figure stepped inside.

Celine.

She looked down at me, her lips curling slightly.

“Wow,” she said, her tone full of contempt. “You really do look pathetic.”

I didn’t answer.

“If you didn’t look a little like me,” she continued, stepping closer, “Argus wouldn’t even look at you. Not once. Do you really think you ever mattered to him?”

My fingers clenched.

“But it’s fine,” she said lightly, like she just made up her mind. “As long as I ruin that face, you won’t be able to fool him anymore.”

My heart dropped.

She pulled out a small knife. The blade caught the light. Then she started walking toward me.

Slowly.

Step by step.Her eyes were filled with something ugly. Jealousy. Hate. Something twisted.

“Let’s see how long you can keep pretending after this,” she murmured.

My body reacted before my mind could. I raised my hand to block, my eyes stinging, heart pounding wildly.

This was it. This was really happening.

“Dahlia!”

A voice suddenly exploded from the doorway.

The next second, something slammed into me hard.

I was thrown to the ground, my forehead hitting the sharp edge of the wall. Pain exploded instantly, my vision going white for a moment. Before I could even react, my body crashed into something behind me.

A skeleton.

I heard it crack under me, bones snapping with a dry, awful sound that made my whole body freeze. But what happened next was worse.

Celine suddenly screamed and drove the knife straight into her own left shoulder. I stared at her, my mind going blank.

Blood spread fast, soaking her clothes as she collapsed to the ground.

“Dahlia…” she cried weakly, her voice trembling like she was the victim. “I came to help you! I w-wanted to save you... w-why would you try to kill me…”

My heart dropped.

“No… I didn’t—”

I wanted to explain. I needed to explain. But Argus didn’t even look at me.

He rushed straight to her, his face full of panic, more panic than I had ever seen. “Celine!” he shouted, “Stay awake. Don’t close your eyes. I’m taking you to the hospital right now!”

He carried her like she was something fragile, something priceless. Like she was everything.

I stayed there on the floor.

No one even glanced at me.

—

At the hospital, everything became chaotic. Argus called in every top doctor he could find. The hallway was filled with people rushing back and forth.

His white shirt was soaked in blood, his hands trembling, even his arm was scratched and bleeding from forcing open some rusty gate earlier.

He looked broken. I had never seen him like that before.

Not for me.

“Get out!” he suddenly snapped at the people trying to comfort him, his voice sharp and furious. “All of you, just leave me alone!”

No one dared to speak after that.

Then he did something I never expected.

He dropped to his knees by the window.

“I’m begging you,” he said hoarsely, his head lowered. “If anything happens to Celine, I won’t live either. I swear I won’t.”

I stood there, watching. This was the first time I realized… how deep it went.

The operating room doors opened suddenly.

“The patient is losing too much blood,” a nurse said urgently. “The blood bank doesn’t have enough supply right now—”

“I’ll give mine,” Argus cut in immediately, already rolling up his sleeve. “Take my blood. We have the same type. Use mine, take as much as you need.”

“Are you insane?” one of his friends grabbed his arm, shocked. “She’s just a woman. Even if you love her, it’s not worth risking your own life like this!”

Argus looked at them, his eyes cold and absolute. “Celine is the person I love the most. She is my life. Without her, I don’t have one.”

My chest tightened. So that’s what love looked like to him.

The surgery lasted a full day and night.

Celine survived.

Even though Argus lost a lot of blood himself, he looked like he didn’t care at all. He cleared out the entire hospital floor, made all the doctors focus on her alone, and stayed by her side every second.

Everyone talked about them. Said how deep their love was. How rare it was.

I just stood there quietly. And somehow, I remembered my dad. How he lay there, alone. How no one fought like this for him. How easy it was for someone to decide whether he lived or died.

Life and death really just depended on who you mattered to.

Funny, right?

—

Celine stayed in the hospital for half a month ans Argus stayed with her the whole time.

Not even once did he leave her side.

During those two weeks, I packed everything I had and left the villa.

Five years.

Gone just like that.

I rented a small apartment with what little money I had left and went back to working at the bar where I used to do part-time shifts.

Just two more weeks.

I only had to survive two more weeks before I could officially return to the National Research Institute.

That’s what I told myself. But I didn’t expect to see him again so soon.

That night, the bar was packed.

Argus had booked the whole place to celebrate Celine being discharged.

Lights dim, music loud, people everywhere.

And right in the center of it all…

Him and her.

He stayed close to Celine the whole time, his attention always on her. His friends surrounded her too, laughing, talking, treating her like she was something precious.

I didn’t want anything to do with them anymore.

So I texted my boss and asked for leave.

I just wanted to leave quietly.

But—

“Dahlia.”

Her voice stopped me.

I froze.

Celine walked toward me slowly, her eyes still slightly red, like she had been crying. “After everything you did to me… you’re not even going to apologize?” she said softly. “You’re just going to run away like this?”

I looked at her.

Then I answered calmly, “I already told you. I didn’t do anything. If you keep spreading lies about me, I’ll sue you for defamation.”

Her expression stiffened.

I turned to leave.

But before I could take more than a few steps, someone blocked my way. It was Argus’s bodyguards.

“STOP!”

My chest tightened.

Then a cold liquid poured over my head. Strong alcohol soaked through my clothes, running down my face, my neck, my entire body.

…

The music cut off so suddenly it felt like everything snapped. One second it was loud and messy, the next… dead silent. Everyone turned to look at me, not shocked, not confused, just watching like they were waiting for something entertaining.

“You really think you can walk away after what you did?” someone laughed. “Dahlia, I didn’t know you were this vicious.”

“First Grandpa, then Celine,” another voice added. “What’s next, huh? You gonna poison Argus too and keep him locked by your side forever?”

I didn’t answer. I just looked at him. Argus stood there, his face pale from exhaustion, but his eyes were sharp, cold, like knives. “I already said it,” I muttered, my voice tired. “I didn’t hurt Grandpa. And I didn’t touch Celine.” I even knew how weak it sounded. What proof did I even have? Cameras broken, witnesses bought, and him… already decided I was guilty.

“I swear,” I said, forcing it out, “I didn’t stab you. If I’m lying, then let me die a horrible death.” I paused, then looked straight at her. “But Celine… can you say the same? Can you swear you didn’t plan all of this yourself?”

“Enough!” Argus cut me off sharply, stepping in front of her like I was something dirty. “Dahlia, even now you still won’t admit it? You still think you’re innocent?” His voice dropped colder. “Fine. Don’t blame me for what happens next. You brought this on yourself.”

Hands grabbed me before I could react. My knees slammed hard onto the floor and pain shot up my legs. I struggled, panic rising fast. “Let me go… what are you doing…” but no one listened. Argus took the whip and walked toward me slowly, like this was something he had already decided.

“Scared?” he asked quietly. “Did you ever think about how desperate Grandpa was when he fell? Or how terrified Celine was when you attacked her?”

“I didn’t—”

The whip struck.

Pain exploded across my back and I couldn’t even breathe. My body jerked, a broken sound escaping my throat.

“Speak,” he said, his voice rising. “Admit your mistake.”

“I… don’t…” My voice was shaking. “I don’t admit it…”

He laughed, angry now. “Still denying it? You think if you say nothing, it didn’t happen? Dahlia, you’re a sinner. You deserve this.”

Another strike. And another. The sound echoed, mixing with quiet laughter around me. It hurt so much I couldn’t think, but something inside me refused to bend. I started laughing, I didn’t even know why, tears falling at the same time.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said, my voice hoarse but stubborn. “Why should I admit to something I didn’t do?” I looked at him, my chest tight. “The biggest mistake I ever made was meeting you. Argus… you’re the most disgusting person I’ve ever known.”

His expression darkened instantly.

“And you,” I turned to Celine, my voice colder, “what are you pretending for? Who do you think you are? Without him, you’re nothing.”

“Dahlia,” she frowned, her voice trembling, “don’t talk about him like that. You don’t have the right—”

“Shut up,” I snapped. “You think you’re better than me? You’re just as pathetic.”

The whip came down harder this time.

“Shut up!” Argus shouted, completely losing control.

“This one is for Grandpa,” he said coldly as the whip struck again.

“This one is for what you did to Celine.”

“This one is to remind you who you are. Don’t ever think you can stand next to me.”

The strikes kept coming, one after another, until I lost count. Every hit felt like it tore through my skin and deeper into something I couldn’t protect. My throat filled with a metallic taste and I coughed, blood spilling out. My vision blurred, everything spinning.

So this was it?

Was this how it ended?

My body gave out, and everything went dark.

…

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. The TV was on, looping the footage of me being whipped. Every grunt, every groan I’d made in pain was turned into entertainment for them.

My back was raw, blood mixed with spilled liquor, and I felt like a lump of mud left in a corner. The bar owner had found me, barely alive, and dragged me out. I couldn’t even cry. Nothing came out.

The door opened slowly and Celine walked in. She looked fine, rosy cheeks, like nothing had happened. “Those two weeks in the hospital,” I said, bitter, “you faked it, didn’t you?”

“So what?” she said, tossing a plastic bag at me. “As long as I look pitiful, Argus will do everything for me. Soon I’ll stand by his side like I’m supposed to.” I caught the bag and froze. Inside was my father’s urn. My hands shook as I opened it. Empty. Completely empty.

“What… what did you do? Where’s my father?” I yelled.

Celine just smiled, enjoying the look on my face. “Ashes are useless. Why waste land burying them? Better the wild dogs have them.” She shrugged. “Oh, and I might’ve suggested stopping your father’s treatment at the hospital. Waste of time, really.”

My heart stopped. “You… you let him die?”

She waved her hand like it was nothing. “Look, I can make Argus do whatever I want. You think you’re in the same league as me?” Then she lifted her left hand. The ring glinted. My blood ran cold. It was the one Argus had bought at an auction for 500 million six months ago. Everyone had thought they were getting married that day, but Argus had said I wasn’t worthy.

Celine laughed. “Argus said I deserve everything rare in this world. Including him. Including her. Only I’m worthy.”

I snapped. I lunged at her and grabbed her by the neck. “You killed my father! You deserve to die!” My voice shook with rage, pure hatred boiling up. Celine’s smug smile didn’t even falter.

Bang. A vase smashed across my head. Hot blood ran down my face. Argus shoved me away and slapped me hard. “You crazy?!” he yelled. My chest ached, but I was beyond that. I grabbed a shard from the broken vase, ready to strike Celine in a blind fury.

“You killed my father! You deserve to die!” I screamed.

Argus grabbed my wrist before I could do anything. Then he noticed the urn in my other hand. His eyes widened, shocked. “What’s this? Your father…”