Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"BANG—"
"CRASH—"
Bodyguards swarmed in like a pack of wolves. Priceless antique vases shattered into dust. Rare vintage wine splashed across marble floors. Custom furniture got torn apart piece by piece.
The entire mansion turned into a wasteland within minutes. I stood in the center of the wreckage, watching everything with a blank expression.
My nails dug deep into my palms, but I felt nothing. These destroyed objects mirrored my shattered dignity—broken beyond repair.
"Found it!" A bodyguard shouted from upstairs, charging down with that gold-plated trophy raised high.
Derek took the trophy and left with Rachel's hand in his.
Before disappearing, Rachel glanced back at me. A victorious smile curved her lips.
"Sienna, don't be sad." Lucien stepped forward, his voice honey-sweet with fake comfort. "We'll build you an identical mansion later."
"Yeah, we'll replace everything they smashed with brand new stuff." Caleb and Raven chimed in.
I looked at them and suddenly laughed. The sound dripped with bitter irony. "Aren't you tired of this act?"
All three froze. "What?"
I said nothing more. Turned around and walked away.
I moved into a new mansion on London's outskirts. Stayed locked inside for days, waiting for Asher's return.
The evening before my birthday, I finally ventured out to the city's most exclusive boutique.
The moment I stepped inside, I saw Rachel.
We both had our eyes on the same dress.
"I'm taking this dress," I said flatly.
The saleswoman recognized me instantly. Her smile turned sickeningly sweet. "Miss Sienna has exquisite taste! This dress is globally limited edition—only someone of your status could possibly wear it!"
She shot Rachel a contemptuous look. "As for certain people... maybe browse something else. This haute couture isn't meant for commoners."
Rachel's eyes welled up with tears. She grabbed her phone immediately. "Derek... please come quickly... they're bullying me..."
My heart clenched. Danger. I didn't even bother changing out of the dress—I bolted for the exit.
But I barely made it to the parking garage—
"THUD!"
Pain exploded through the back of my skull. Everything went black.
When consciousness slowly crept back, I found myself suspended from the exterior wall of a skyscraper.
Sixty-nine floors up. Arctic wind sliced through my skin like razors. Looking down, I realized I was wearing nothing but underwear. My exposed flesh had turned blue from the cold, nearly numb.
"Awake?"
Derek's ice-cold voice drifted down from above.
I lifted my head with great effort. Through the balcony railing, I met those eyes that once made me lovesick. Now they held nothing but bone-chilling indifference.
It was him...
He had stripped me naked and strung me up on this tower?!
My pupils contracted violently. My heart felt crushed by an invisible fist.
Before I could demand answers, Derek reached out. His slender fingers gripped my chin.
"Sienna, you love competing with Rachel for things, don't you? Remember today's lesson well. Next time you want to compete, consider whether you can handle the consequences."
He released me and turned away. Didn't spare me another glance.
Footsteps echoed, growing distant. Then came muffled conversation from the stairwell.
"She dared compete with Rachel for something. We need to teach her a lesson." Lucien's voice carried cruel satisfaction.
"Pick her up in an hour?" Caleb adjusted his glasses, tone casual as if discussing the weather.
"Why not leave her hanging all day? She won't die." Raven laughed along. "Perfect timing to shop for Rachel's new dress."
Their footsteps faded, leaving me alone suspended sixty-nine stories above ground.
The wind cut through me like knives. I shook uncontrollably, lips turning purple.
I bit down hard, but tears streamed down anyway.
Why... why were they doing this to me?
I used to believe that even if they didn't love me, we'd still have some childhood bond. But now I realized—they treated me worse than strangers.
Dawn broke the next morning. Early commuters gathered below, pointing up at me and whispering.
"Oh my God! Isn't that Miss Sienna?"
"Why is she hanging there? And... dressed like that?"
"Jesus, how embarrassing..."
I stared down at the ant-like crowd, burning with humiliation. Part of me wanted to let go and fall.
Finally, the three men showed up.
"Sienna! We're so sorry!" Lucien rushed over, face painted with fake panic. "We just found out Derek tied you up here!"
Caleb quickly stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around my trembling shoulders. "Don't be scared. We're taking you home."
Raven's voice turned gentle. "Sorry. We promise this will never happen again."
I slowly raised my head, studying their hypocritical masks. Then I laughed.
The sound was heartbreakingly hollow.
"Get lost."
All three stared. "Sienna?"
"I said get lost." I shoved them away and forced myself to stand. "Every bit of pain I've suffered came from you people!"
"CRASH—"
Bodyguards swarmed in like a pack of wolves. Priceless antique vases shattered into dust. Rare vintage wine splashed across marble floors. Custom furniture got torn apart piece by piece.
The entire mansion turned into a wasteland within minutes. I stood in the center of the wreckage, watching everything with a blank expression.
My nails dug deep into my palms, but I felt nothing. These destroyed objects mirrored my shattered dignity—broken beyond repair.
"Found it!" A bodyguard shouted from upstairs, charging down with that gold-plated trophy raised high.
Derek took the trophy and left with Rachel's hand in his.
Before disappearing, Rachel glanced back at me. A victorious smile curved her lips.
"Sienna, don't be sad." Lucien stepped forward, his voice honey-sweet with fake comfort. "We'll build you an identical mansion later."
"Yeah, we'll replace everything they smashed with brand new stuff." Caleb and Raven chimed in.
I looked at them and suddenly laughed. The sound dripped with bitter irony. "Aren't you tired of this act?"
All three froze. "What?"
I said nothing more. Turned around and walked away.
I moved into a new mansion on London's outskirts. Stayed locked inside for days, waiting for Asher's return.
The evening before my birthday, I finally ventured out to the city's most exclusive boutique.
The moment I stepped inside, I saw Rachel.
We both had our eyes on the same dress.
"I'm taking this dress," I said flatly.
The saleswoman recognized me instantly. Her smile turned sickeningly sweet. "Miss Sienna has exquisite taste! This dress is globally limited edition—only someone of your status could possibly wear it!"
She shot Rachel a contemptuous look. "As for certain people... maybe browse something else. This haute couture isn't meant for commoners."
Rachel's eyes welled up with tears. She grabbed her phone immediately. "Derek... please come quickly... they're bullying me..."
My heart clenched. Danger. I didn't even bother changing out of the dress—I bolted for the exit.
But I barely made it to the parking garage—
"THUD!"
Pain exploded through the back of my skull. Everything went black.
When consciousness slowly crept back, I found myself suspended from the exterior wall of a skyscraper.
Sixty-nine floors up. Arctic wind sliced through my skin like razors. Looking down, I realized I was wearing nothing but underwear. My exposed flesh had turned blue from the cold, nearly numb.
"Awake?"
Derek's ice-cold voice drifted down from above.
I lifted my head with great effort. Through the balcony railing, I met those eyes that once made me lovesick. Now they held nothing but bone-chilling indifference.
It was him...
He had stripped me naked and strung me up on this tower?!
My pupils contracted violently. My heart felt crushed by an invisible fist.
Before I could demand answers, Derek reached out. His slender fingers gripped my chin.
"Sienna, you love competing with Rachel for things, don't you? Remember today's lesson well. Next time you want to compete, consider whether you can handle the consequences."
He released me and turned away. Didn't spare me another glance.
Footsteps echoed, growing distant. Then came muffled conversation from the stairwell.
"She dared compete with Rachel for something. We need to teach her a lesson." Lucien's voice carried cruel satisfaction.
"Pick her up in an hour?" Caleb adjusted his glasses, tone casual as if discussing the weather.
"Why not leave her hanging all day? She won't die." Raven laughed along. "Perfect timing to shop for Rachel's new dress."
Their footsteps faded, leaving me alone suspended sixty-nine stories above ground.
The wind cut through me like knives. I shook uncontrollably, lips turning purple.
I bit down hard, but tears streamed down anyway.
Why... why were they doing this to me?
I used to believe that even if they didn't love me, we'd still have some childhood bond. But now I realized—they treated me worse than strangers.
Dawn broke the next morning. Early commuters gathered below, pointing up at me and whispering.
"Oh my God! Isn't that Miss Sienna?"
"Why is she hanging there? And... dressed like that?"
"Jesus, how embarrassing..."
I stared down at the ant-like crowd, burning with humiliation. Part of me wanted to let go and fall.
Finally, the three men showed up.
"Sienna! We're so sorry!" Lucien rushed over, face painted with fake panic. "We just found out Derek tied you up here!"
Caleb quickly stripped off his jacket and wrapped it around my trembling shoulders. "Don't be scared. We're taking you home."
Raven's voice turned gentle. "Sorry. We promise this will never happen again."
I slowly raised my head, studying their hypocritical masks. Then I laughed.
The sound was heartbreakingly hollow.
"Get lost."
All three stared. "Sienna?"
"I said get lost." I shoved them away and forced myself to stand. "Every bit of pain I've suffered came from you people!"
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