He raised an eyebrow.

I frowned, "I didn't!"

"Oh……"

He didn't care: "Forget it, it seems that even if I don't have you in this life, I still can't escape the fate of being separated from her."

After saying that, he brushed past my shoulder and left.

I turned around in surprise.

I did like to tell my uncles and aunts to stop Alexander Rossi's unreasonable behavior.

Every time he would make a fuss with me for a long time.

This time it was unexpectedly calm.

It seems that people become more stable after living a second life.

"By the way," he turned his head, "the day after tomorrow is your birthday, I prepared a gift for you."

"Thank you, I don't want it."

He chuckled:

"You'll like it."

At that time, I had no idea what he meant.

It wasn't until my birthday that a group of people suddenly pulled me into the most expensive restaurant in the city, and a cake more than ten meters high in the center unexpectedly caught my sight.

The cake in front of me is something I have only seen in movies and TV shows.

The cake, which was big enough for a person to fall into, was priced at six million.

I just said this in admiration when I was watching TV with Alexander Rossi, and he actually remembered it?

I looked at Alexander Rossi, who was wearing a suit and had an affectionate look next to the cake, with some disbelief. I couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Since the birthday boy is here..."

He looked at me and snapped his fingers softly.

The entire venue was instantly filled with rose rain.

On the large screen in the center it was written:

【Happy 18th birthday to Isabella Rossi! 】

I froze instantly.

Behind him, Isabella Rossi, wearing a gorgeous princess dress, was personally invited out by him, holding his hand.

Everyone was applauding, and all their eyes were directed at me, either teasing or mocking.

I turned and left.

But I was stopped by the people who had pulled me in lined up.

"Emily, you can't leave."

"What am I staying here for?"

I stared coldly at Alexander Rossi.

"Kneel down and apologize to Isabella."

I thought I had misheard: "What did you say?"

Isabella Rossi's eyes turned red:

"Emily, I know you don't like me.

"But Alexander likes me out of his own heart, not because I deliberately compete with you.

"How can you tell on me in front of my uncle and aunt?"

I was stunned: "Complain?"

Alexander Rossi narrowed his eyes and threw a video in front of me.

In the picture, Isabella Rossi was dragged out of the car by her hair by Mr. Rossi, and Mrs. Rossi slapped her in anger:

"Bitch! You actually tricked my son into changing his major! I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Mr. Rossi, who is always gentle, couldn't help but grab her neck:

"Bitch! Fortunately we found out! Otherwise my son would have really given up Harvard University to hang out with a bastard like you!"

"Dad! Mom! If you have any problems, come to me!"

Alexander Rossi tried to stop it like crazy, but was held down by the bodyguards. He could only watch Isabella Rossi being beaten with red eyes.

Then, this is what I heard yesterday.

He was taken back by his parents and beaten severely.

"That wasn't me snitching!"

I gritted my teeth and said, "If you guys hadn't posted your social media feed so high-profile, how would uncles and aunts know about it!"

"That's enough."

Alexander Rossi said condescendingly: "I don't have time to listen to your quibbles. Today is Isabella's day. Kneel down and fulfill her birthday wish."

"Don't even think about it!"

I turned and left.

"Take it."

Alexander Rossi shouted an order and I was suddenly kicked on the knee and fell to the ground.

I was dragged in front of Isabella Rossi and forced to bow my head:

"Don't apologize!"

My shoulder was dislocated and I was grimacing in pain.

I can only grit my teeth and hold back the tears of humiliation:

"sorry……"

Alexander Rossi puts his arm around Isabella Rossi's waist:

"Have you calmed down?"

"Hmm~ half."

Alexander Rossi laughed, picked him up and turned around:

"Make it up to your other half soon!"

Everyone's attention was on the couple.

I was finally let go and fell to the ground with a "thump".

That night, after I stumbled back home, I received a video.

In the picture, Isabella Rossi's princess dress was torn to pieces.

She showed me all the ambiguity of her fair skin, and from time to time I could hear Alexander Rossi's unbearable growl.

I replied:

[Sure enough]

Then delete and block it.

Fortunately, that night, my parents prepared a grand coming-of-age ceremony for me.

My unhappiness quickly disappeared.

However, the next day, when I was drinking with my bestie, Alexander Rossi came up with a group of people and suddenly grabbed my neck:

"Where's Isabella?"

"Alexander Rossi what are you doing!"

Her best friend Sophia Johnson tried to stop him but was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard.

Alexander Rossi's eyes were red:

"Where on earth did you hide her?"

My neck was pinched and it hurt:

"Ahem! What are you... talking about..."

A pink mobile phone was thrown in front of him.

The above is the chat record between me and Isabella Rossi.

But the video that Isabella Rossi sent me disappeared.

The only thing on the screen was my words:

[Sure enough]

“Bang!”

A slap hit me on the face and knocked me to the ground.

Alexander Rossi looks down on us:

"If we talk about being mean, who is meaner than you?"

My mind suddenly recalled my past life.

He is reminding me.

It reminds me of what he said when he pinched my parents' chins and forced them to look at me when I was enduring inhuman torture:

"Now she can only be tortured by a group of Community College of Boston students. Who do you think is more despicable?"

"Yeah...slutty!"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and smiled sarcastically:

"She is a slut, and you are a slut too! Do you need me to remind you of what you did?"

Alexander Rossi's face darkened.

He nodded with a dangerous smile on his face:

"It seems that you have forgotten what you used to look like, come here!

"Strip Ms. Song and tie her to the dining table!"

“Alexander Rossi！”

I struggled: "How dare you!"

He pinched my chin, veins popping out on the back of his hand:

"Then tell me where you hid her."

"It wasn't me!"

His expression turned cold.

He reached down and unbuttoned my shirt:

"Get started!"

"don't want!!"

The pain of being humiliated in my past life flooded my mind again.

If I had to go through it again, I would rather die now.

I don't know where I got the strength from, I tore off one of my sleeves, smashed the cup, and held up the pieces:

"Don't touch me!"

Alexander Rossi turned and looked at me in surprise.

I clutched the fragments tightly, my palms bleeding:

"I will kill anyone who dares to touch me! I am not afraid of going to jail!"

A dozen bodyguards frowned.

Although they can work together to subdue me, whoever goes up first will likely be stabbed or even killed.

The most terrifying people are those who don’t care about their lives. They dare not gamble.

Alexander Rossi also fell silent for a moment.

I let the blood from my palms flow to the ground and form a pool of blood:

"Get out of the way and let Sophia Johnson and I go."

But the next second, Alexander Rossi smiled sarcastically.

He pressed the remote.

My parents’ faces suddenly appeared on the big screen!

“Woo woo!”

My parents were blindfolded, their hands tied behind their backs, and they were pushed out of the car, staggering to the edge of the cliff.

Below, there are stormy waves.

Once a body falls, it is difficult to find it.

"Dad! Mom!"

I opened my eyes wide.

But Alexander Rossi stopped me from losing control and stroked my chin:

"Now, can you tell me where Isabella is?"

“Alexander Rossi……”

I turned around, holding his arms with tears in my eyes:

“I can do anything you want, even Feast of Humiliation!

"I beg you to let my parents go! I beg you!"

"I won't."

He seemed to know that he had me under control, and curled his lips:

“I won’t lift a finger on you.

"I just want you to tell me where Isabella is. Be good. Uncle and aunt will be back soon."

I shook my head frantically:

"I don't know, I really don't know! I didn't do anything! I just sent a message!"

He sighed and touched my chin:

"You're not listening."

Picking up the phone, he said coldly:

"Push one down."

"Bang!"

Dad was actually pushed by the bodyguard.

"No!!"

My heart-wrenching voice echoed in the room.

"stop."

At the critical moment, the bodyguard grabbed Dad's collar.

But his whole body had already leaned out.

As soon as the bodyguard let go, Dad would fall.

My mother's screams drifted in the wind:

"husband!!"

"Will you tell me?"

Alexander Rossi's voice was terribly deep.

I clutched his clothes tightly and knelt down little by little.

Now, I have only one solution...

Taking out my cell phone, I released Isabella Rossi from the blacklist with trembling hands.

I accidentally added her second account before.

I prayed countless times in my heart.

The moment the video call was connected, my tears flowed even more.

Isabella Rossi was stunned when she saw my miserable appearance.

Then hook your lips:

"What's up?"

"Ms. Qin."

I said in a trembling voice: "I was wrong, please... come back."

She sneered, “I dare not go back, lest I be misunderstood as a bitch again.

"You and Alexander are the chosen ones of heaven. How can I be with someone like you?"

Alexander Rossi's face darkened.

In his previous life, he was upset because I secretly changed his major and prevented him from going to Community College of Boston.

He always thought that I was looking down on his white moonlight by doing this.

Now every word of Isabella Rossi hit the pain points of his previous life.

I put my phone in front of me and banged it hard on the ground, my fist shaking:

"I'm sorry... I'm a slut... Please... come back..."

Isabella Rossi obviously didn't expect me to be so humble.

Then he burst into laughter.

It was a kind of "you have come to this day" taunting.

Finally, she relented:

"Okay, let Alexander pick me up."

After saying that, send a location.

Alexander Rossi's eyes lit up.

He immediately turned around and left with his men.

Sophia Johnson rolled over and hugged me in her arms, tears streaming down her face:

"It's okay, it's okay... Emily, don't be afraid..."

On the big screen, the parents who survived the disaster hugged each other tightly.

Our cries of collapse overlapped through the screen.