Jonathan smiled gently at me.

"It's okay. Even if you look like this, I'll always love you. I'm the only one who will never mind the way you look."

Those were the very words that made me fall hopelessly in love with Jonathan in my previous life, when I was drowning in my self-loathing. I was trapped in his so-called love, unable to pull myself out.

Thinking about it now, it was obvious that this was just emotional manipulation.

How ridiculous!

I didn't wait for Jonathan to repeat his old act. Instead, I turned around and went to the bathroom.

Honestly, those ladies weren't wrong. The face I saw in the mirror really was hideous.

Still, it was a mark of my bloodline. It was the source of my power.

I gently touched the scales on my face and noticed something had changed. The bumps and ridges were now scabbing, separating from the healthy skin around them at a speed that my eyes could discern.

If I could make it through these next few days… I would make every single one of them pay!

I took a deep breath and got out of the washroom, ready to return to the private room and back to my seat.

"Jonathan, you can't seriously like that ugly freak, can you?"

When I heard that voice, I stopped. I remained standing outside the door and listened in.

"Heh, don't make me sick. I'm only doing this for Anna," Jonathan spat.

Sam grinned. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Everyone knows you crawled on your knees all the way from the foot of Crystal Temple to the main hall, just begging for her safety."

Jonathan held his prayer beads tight with a serene look on his face.

"If it weren't for that accident three years ago, when Anna…"

Sam didn't finish, but his worried look said it all.

"Ever since she died, you cared little about your family business. You just play devotee all day with those beads. When I heard you were getting married, I was actually happy for you, but who would've thought…"

Sam suddenly changed his tone.

"Who would've thought you were going to marry that thing? Just seeing her makes me want to throw up!"

My fists clenched tightly.

"I only married her to get the Blood of Essence from her heart. There's a forbidden sacred scripture that says the Blood of Essence from the heart of a descendant of Echidna can guide one's spirit back to the realm of the living and resurrect them," Jonathan said. "But her body is filled to the brim with Dark Energy. It needs to be balanced with Light Energy, or Anna won't be able to handle it. So, I married her just to…"

Sam let out a snort. "Come on, Jonathan! You don't have to do it yourself. You could've just bought someone to do the job. She might look gross, but she has nice curves. Put a bag over her head and throw her under the bridge, and there'd be a line of old men waiting their turn."

Sam's words seemed to spark something in Jonathan. He nodded.

"You're right…"

He didn't even finish, but I was already seething with rage. Furious, I burst into the room.

The moment he saw me, Jonathan's face changed. "Honey, come sit."

Instead of getting angry, I put on a bright smile. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Nothing much. There's going to be a family dinner in a few nights. Why don't you invite your parents, and we'll discuss the wedding?" Jonathan said kindly.

I smiled and agreed, but my heart was filled with hate.

In my last life, I insisted on marrying Jonathan. However, the Perry household kicked my parents and me out like dogs.

My family business wasn't as big as theirs, but we weren't poor either.

When my parents objected, I threatened suicide.

My mom eventually agreed, going so far as to offer our mining business as a wedding gift. My dad drank himself ill at the table just to please them.

Jonathan's parents only agreed after a lot of reluctance. They looked down on us, sneering at the corners of their mouths.

"Hmph! It's just as we expected. Birds of a feather do flock together. Their daughter is shameless enough to cling to our Jonathan and refuse to give up. Apparently, it runs in the family."

As that thought crossed my mind, a dull pain spread in my chest.

"I'll go home and let my parents know. I'm leaving," I said curtly.

Jonathan hesitated. "What's… What's wrong with you today?"

I didn't look at him. I was afraid I would lose control and lash out right then and there.

Swallowing my nausea, I softened my tone and said, "It's nothing. See you tomorrow. Bye, Jon."

When I got home, the house was filled with the smell of a freshly cooked meal.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

The moment she heard me, my mom put down her work and came out to greet me.

"Oh, Sinead, you're home? Hurry and wash your hands. Your dad made your favorite lobster, and he's been waiting for you to come home."

There were fine lines at the corners of her eyes as she smiled. I could feel my nose stinging.

From the kitchen, I heard my dad's warm, cheerful voice. "Sinead, come try my lobster! Tell me how it tastes."

I walked into the kitchen. Dad was wearing an apron, his face full of gentle affection.

In my memories, Dad had always been gentle and never raised his voice at anyone. Mom was a strong-willed woman who had never begged for anything.

That was…

Until that dinner at the Perry residence in my previous life.

Mrs. Perry humiliated me in front of everyone. Dad was so furious that he clenched his teeth. And when Jonathan simply watched coldly, I lost all hope and tried to end it all. My mom sobbed and screamed, begging me not to jump from the top of a building.

As I ate the peeled lobster, my tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Mom, Dad.

I wouldn't let you down again.

A few days later, in front of the Perry residence…

I stepped out of the car in just a shirt and jeans. Mom was in her most expensive formal wear, having spent hours getting ready.

The moment she saw me, she started fussing.

"My dear Sinead! How can you wear something like this for such a formal occasion? And not even a touch of makeup! I told you to change, and you just won't listen."

But last time, I wore a beautiful green dress and was still called an "ugly monster who tried to look pretty" right in front of my face anyway.

I smiled and took Mom's arm. "Let's just go in."

But the butler at the door stopped us, extending his hand. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "We have a family party tonight. We don't welcome beggars."

"You…"

I stepped in front of my mom, ignoring the humiliation. "I'm Jonathan Perry's fiancée."

The butler burst out laughing, as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke.

"You? Hahaha…!" He laughed so hard he only stopped until tears were out. "Security, throw these freeloaders out! Don't forget this freak!"

I frowned. "Didn't Jonathan tell you?"

The butler glared at me, furious, "Do you think you can call Master Jonathan by his first name? And you call yourself his fiancée, at that? You should look in the mirror before making such boasts! How ridiculous!"

I was already used to being called something like this since I had heard it my whole life, but my parents would never let anyone say a bad word about me. They were furious.

Dad immediately slapped the butler across the face several times.

"Stop! Sinead, what are you doing?" Jonathan walked over, with his mother Mrs. Perry right behind him.

He helped the butler up, who was now sobbing and rubbing his red cheek.

"Mr. Hayes is already an old man. How can you hit him? I used to think you were just ugly on the outside, but at least you have a kind heart. I didn't know you're this good at keeping up with an act!"

Jonathan usually maintained his disguise well, but I had never seen him so furious and unreasonable.

Mr. Hayes…Hayes?

Annabelle's last name was Hayes.

Upon hearing that, Dad threw the gift he had brought to the ground and let out a furious laugh. "Is this how you treat Sinead, Mr. Jonathan Perry?"

Mrs. Perry sneered at me. "So, you're Sinead Bell?"

She then let out a snort, scanning me up and down.

"Is that all? And you think you can marry into my family?"

"Jon grew up overseas with the best education. He already started to take over the family business at sixteen. He's tall and handsome, and all the women chasing after him are either from privileged families or celebrities."

Mrs. Perry glanced at the scabs forming on my face, unable to hold back her laughter.

"Even if Miss Sinead offered herself for free, no man would want her."

"That's enough!" yelled my mom suddenly, her voice sharp as she rushed to Mrs. Perry in an attempt to fight back.

Unfortunately, this was the Perry family's turf.

Jonathan immediately called in several bodyguards, who had us pinned to the ground in seconds.

The rough floor scraped against my scales. "Let us go!"

I struggled, then heard a loud slap.

But it didn't land on my face—it landed on my mother's.

"Jonathan Perry! How dare you!" I screamed with my entire being.

The butler, Mr. Hayes, glanced at Jonathan and Mrs. Perry in a panic, but Jonathan acted like he didn't hear a thing.

"Hmph! Who do they think they are, laying a hand on me like this?" Mrs. Perry tidied her messy hair before giving out her orders. "Continue! Hit them! Don't stop until they crawl out of the Perry estate!"

Mr. Hayes gave a greasy little grin at hearing her command. He lifted my mother's chin, raised his hand, and slapped her hard again.

"You animal! Come at me if you've got a problem with us!" my dad roared in anger, pinned by several bodyguards.

Mr. Hayes shot him a look, then slowly stood up. "You? You want it too, huh?"

He rolled up his sleeves and kicked my dad's waist again and again, right where his bandages were. "That'll teach you! Still want to play the hero? Do you think you're tough? I'll show you!"

My dad's hands were pinned down tight.

"Stop it! Please, stop!" I cried.

Through the beating, my dad looked over at me and managed to squeeze out a smile. His lips moved as if to say, "I'm fine".

I caught my breath.

Mrs. Perry seemed to be bored by now; she yawned lazily and left.

Mr. Hayes wiped the sweat from his forehead. As he watched her leave, his wrinkled face twisted into a nastier grin. He stood in front of my mom, lifted his shirt, and started to unzip his pants.

"You… What are you doing?!" Mom's head was pressed down under his shoe, and she was unable to see what he was doing.

"Jonathan Perry! If you don't let us go now, I'll end my life right here! You can forget about reviving your precious Annabelle!" I snarled.

Jonathan, dressed in white and almost out the door, suddenly stopped. He turned slowly, his eyes dark and the emotions inside unknowable. "You… You know?"

I sneered, "Yes. If you let my family go, I'll do everything you want. You won't have to lift a finger. I'll give you what you want myself."

He held the prayer beads in his hand before finally saying, "Fine. Mr. Hayes, let them go. Sinead stays."

Mr. Hayes spat on the ground with a disappointed look and quickly zipped his pants up. He ordered the guards to release my parents.

"Sinead, what are you talking about? What are you going to give him?" My mom held my hand tightly, her voice full of fear.

I looked at her messy hair, her swollen face, and tears on the verge of falling. Her favorite outfit was now covered in footprints and dust. My dad came over with a face full of worry, holding his waist.

"It's okay, Mom, Dad. You go to the hospital first," I said to them.