"No!"

Cara woke up from the severe pain of being burned.

"Cara, what's wrong?"

A familiar face appeared in front of her.

Martina?

Johnson Cara's pupils violently trembled.

That's not right...

Martina hasn't worn that innocent, green-tea maiden look in years.

A glance around her, and Cara was rigid with shock.

This place... It was the bar where Martina had taken her a day before her eighteenth birthday six years ago, claiming it was to celebrate her coming of age!

Looking down at her own hands, the wrinkled pairs that once were filled with scars became fair and delicate.

She... seems to have been reborn to the point where all the tragedy unfolded!

"I got you a glass of lemon water from the bar. Drink it, it will make you feel better." At this moment, a concerned Martina handed her a cup of water.

Staring at the cup, Cara felt a chill in her heart. She had lost consciousness after drinking from this cup all those years ago.

After that, she remembered vaguely… She was taken to a dirty alley by a group of men. There, they stripped her clothes and took many pictures...

Back then, she was too naive, placing excessive trust in her cousin, to the point where she never once suspected that her drink was tampered with by her.

At Martina's pleading, she didn't tell her family that Martina was the one who took her to the bar that night.

All of her past memories from the past six years flashed across her mind like a rapidly-playing movie.

Nude photos taken of her in an alley were exposed at her eighteenth birthday party, circulating wildly online. Rumors of her promiscuity spread like wildfire, with no one believing in her innocence.

Her parents were then killed in a horrific car accident, not leaving a trace.

She severed ties with her grandfather!

Being locked in a mental institution, subjected to inhumane torture day and night…

And finally, the despair on her grandfather's withered face, and that huge fire!!!!

Cara's heart was filled with hatred.

If she got a chance to start over, she would never fall into the same trap!

"Honey, I'm a little cold, could you get a shawl for me?" Cara asked.

"Okay!" A trace of impatience flashed in Martina's eyes, but she still put down the cup and went to fetch a shawl for Cara.

Cara looked down, the corners of her mouth curving into a cold smile. Before she was tricked into signing the stock transfer agreement by Elijah, Martina had always been at her beck and call.

With an expressionless face, she swapped her drink with Martina's.

Soon after, Martina returned with the shawl.

She conscientiously and gently wrapped the shawl around Cara's shoulders, where was a trace of her tormentor in the hospital?

"Mary, thank you so much for always being so kind and taking care of me," Cara said, picking up the water cup with a genuine smile, "In lieu of wine, let's toast with water!"

Martina couldn't wait any longer for Cara to gulp down the spiked water. Seeing Cara, like an idiot, wanting to make a toast with her, she didn't debate and immediately picked up the water cup to clink glasses: "I will always be this nice to you, we are to stay best friends forever!"

After speaking, she gulped down that cup of water.

Seeing this, Cara also leisurely finished her cup of water.

Martina stared at her, her eyes full of triumph.

At this moment, Cara suddenly gave her a slight smile. The colorful lights in the nightclub shone on Cara's stunning face, making her smile seem somewhat eerie.

Martina paused and looked carefully again. What was so eerie? It was still her sweet and naive image, which annoyed people so much.

...

Rain was falling in torrents.

A few men dragged the limp Martina into the dirty alley behind the bar.

Wearing a baseball cap, Cara watched with cold eyes.

These men were all arranged by Martina.

It was just like this that she was dragged into this back alley and those disgusting pictures were taken!

Back then, in order to win Cara's complete trust, Martina didn't let these men do anything but just take pictures.

And when the whole world didn't believe in her, he stood firm by her side...

When Cara thought of that time, a wave of nausea welled up in her heart.

Cara handed a note to a sleazy man, "I've changed my mind. You can do whatever you want with her, as long as she remains alive. Also, I don't need photos, shoot a video instead and send it to this email address."

Martina had made her suffer so much.

An eye for an eye was simply not enough.

The pain she had endured must be paid back twofold!

"Don’t worry! We have good drugs here, guaranteed not to harm her!" A lewd smirk spread across the man's face, hearing that he was free to do as he pleased.

Cara didn’t say anything more, she turned and walked away.

Behind her, the men's vulgar and offensive dialogue echoed.

The distant neon lights cast her shadow long on the wall. She glanced at it and saw the devil mirrored.

But, so what?

She was, after all, a vengeful ghost that climbed out from the depths of hell.

Everything was just beginning.

Just as Cara was about to leave the alley, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the shadows. Before Cara could react, she was already dragged back into the darkness.

Over by the bar street, the buildings are highly concentrated.

Cara was dragged by those big hands into the crevice between two buildings.

"Shh!"

The man pushed Cara against the coarse wall with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other.

Due to the extremely narrow space, their bodies were practically pressed together.

Cara was a little dazed.

Soon there were chaotic footsteps from outside.

The man looked coolly towards the outside, like a fierce beast ready to hunt at any moment.

At this moment, light from outside happened to pass through the crevice. Amidst the waxing and waning of the light, Cara saw the man's face clearly.

It was a face so handsome it was deadly. She had seen him once by chance in her previous life. Even though she found him repulsive, she was still shocked by his good looks.

Timothy Charles.