When I was eight, our family was slaughtered by a rival syndicate. My parents died, and our family's heirloom—an antique bone-carved bracelet—was lost. To save my brothers, I was brutally tortured by those monsters until I went blind. I also contracted a strange blood disease. Every ten days, I needed a blood transfusion just to stay alive. From then on, I became their absolute taboo, their untouchable treasure. Terrified of losing me, they locked me away in a secluded private estate, forbidding anyone from coming near me. Anyone who dared to look at me a second too long had their entire bloodline erased. They lived on the edge of a knife for years, eventually becoming the most feared, ruthless reapers of New York's underworld. Only then did they finally track down our stolen heirloom. But because my blood type was incredibly rare, my brothers specifically sponsored a girl from a poverty-stricken background who shared my exact blood type. She was to be my walking blood bank. On the day they brought this sponsored girl, Chloe Snow, back to the estate, my eyesight happened to finally be restored. I wanted to give my brothers a surprise, but Chloe slapped me hard, knocking me to the ground. "Where did a gold-digging slut like you come from? You actually dared to scale the wall to get in?" "I am the only woman the Vance brothers have ever brought home! You dare compete with me for their favor? I'll beat you to death!" She gouged out my eyes and crushed my hands. She took the bone-carved bracelet my brothers had spent over a decade searching for and ground it into powder. Finally, she stuffed me into a giant gift box. She presented me to my three brothers: "Boys, I saw that old bone bracelet was getting worn out, so I specially made you a new one out of unique materials as a greeting gift." ...... After my 99th surgery, I could finally see the light again. But the house was empty. My brothers were currently in Eastern Europe, training a private army of mercenaries exclusively to protect me. I returned to the standalone mansion they had custom-built for me. I took out the recovered family heirloom, the bone-carved bracelet, and carefully wiped and polished it. I figured once I finished, I would head over to another property to see a very special "new friend." But right then, the sponsored ward, Chloe Snow, barged in with a group of lackeys. Her face was full of hostility. I was startled and quickly stood up. "This is my private residence. You can't be in here. Hurry up and leave before my brothers get back, or it will be too late." I knew better than anyone how obsessively my brothers treasured me. Their protectiveness had long reached a pathological level. Terrified that I would be tainted by the filth of the outside world, they practically locked me in this mansion. Once, a man secretly climbed the wall just to catch a glimpse of me. He was subsequently drained of his blood, hollowed out, and turned into a taxidermy specimen that still sits in their basement today. But Chloe didn't listen. Instead, she raised her hand and slapped me viciously across the face. "I am the only woman the Vance brothers personally brought back! Where can't I go?" "I knew this mansion was too secluded! I figured some sly fox might sneak in to try and climb into their beds, and here you are!" My cheek burned like fire. I frantically tried to explain. "You're misunderstanding. I..." Before I could finish, her eyes locked onto the bone-carved bracelet in my hand. Her expression instantly turned murderous. "Where did you steal that bracelet?!" "That's their family heirloom! Their absolute lifeline! I've only ever seen it on the news! What dirty tricks did you use to get your hands on it?!" The lackeys behind her immediately erupted in shock. "Wait, is that the legendary Vance family heirloom that's never shown to the public?" "I heard a billionaire offered an astronomical sum just to look at it, and they gouged his eyes out!" "Even you, Chloe, only saw a silhouette of it in the old news archives... and she's actually wearing it on her wrist?! How ridiculously spoiled must she be?" That last comment completely enraged Chloe. "Bullshit! How could she be?! This is definitely a fake! She bought some cheap knockoff from a flea market to put on airs and sneak into the Vance family!" Saying that, she lunged at me to snatch the bracelet. I shoved her away with all my might, clutching the bracelet tightly in my palm. "This is the real heirloom! You can't touch it!" She sneered and signaled to her followers. "Grab it!" Several people swarmed me instantly, yanking and tearing at me from all sides. "It's real!" I cried out, struggling desperately. "My brothers spent over a decade looking for it! It's all we have left of our parents! They literally amputated the limbs off the men who stole it and kept them alive in jars!" My cries only earned a colder, more mocking laugh from her. "Out of tens of millions of scholarship applications, they chose me. Do you know what that means? It means I am special to them!" "They saw my photo, saw my background, and their hearts ached for me! They fell in love with me!" "I want to see what happens today when I catch a cheap slut trying to climb into their beds and confiscate her little fake trinket! We'll see if they thank me or blame me!" With that, she snatched the bracelet from my grip, raised her foot, and stomped down hard. But her foot slipped slightly, and only the edge of the bracelet cracked. Thankfully, the restoration technique for this artifact was a family secret passed down to the daughters. I was the only one in the world who knew how to fix it. I used every ounce of my strength to break free, clutched the damaged bracelet in my hand, and desperately hid my arms under my body. Chloe narrowed her eyes. "Drag her arms out! Stomp them into a bloody pulp along with her hands!" At her command, countless hands began tearing at my arms. I thrashed like a madwoman, but it was useless. My fingers were pried open one by one. She raised her foot, aimed her sharp stiletto heel right at my finger joints, and stomped down with brutal force. The sickening crunch of shattering bone echoed in the room. That hand was essentially reduced to a mangled mess of flesh and bone. I let out a blood-curdling scream. She then took a heavy hammer and smashed the bone-carved bracelet. Shards of bone flew into the air; dust scattered across the floor. The last memory of my parents was utterly obliterated beneath her feet. I used my last breath to scream hoarsely. "I am their biological sister! Aria Vance! If you dare hurt me, my brothers will never let you live!" The words "biological sister" made Chloe pause. She stared at my face, examining it closely. For a split second, I thought she could finally see the resemblance between my features and my brothers'. But the next second, she grabbed me by the hair, pulling so hard she almost ripped my scalp off. "Biological sister?" "Everyone in New York knows the Vance family's precious treasure is a blind girl! She was sent away to hide in Europe ages ago! What kind of sister are you supposed to be?!" She grinned, revealing a sickeningly malicious smile. "But you know, I'm a soft-hearted person. Since you want to be his sister so badly, I'll reluctantly do you a favor." "His sister is blind, right? Then you can be blind too." I tried to scramble away in absolute terror, but several pairs of hands pinned me dead to the floor. The cold glint of a dagger flashed. The next second, it plunged into my eye socket. An explosive, blinding pain erupted in my skull. I shrieked in agony as the blood pouring out blinded my remaining left eye, turning my entire vision into a sea of crimson. Watching helplessly as my own eyeball rolled onto the floor, my hatred skyrocketed to its absolute peak. These eyes... they had just been healed. To fix them, my brothers had sought out the greatest doctors in the world, tried every experimental treatment, and never once gave up. I had wanted to surprise them. But now, they were ruined. Clutching my blood-soaked right eye, I glared at her with a death stare. "You gouged out my eye... My brothers will never sponsor you again!" Chloe's face instantly darkened. She casually picked up a jagged, sharp rock from the garden floor and violently shoved it into my empty eye socket. "Fine, I'll just 'put it back' for you." The rough stone ground against my raw flesh. I convulsed from the unbearable agony. She just stood over me, looking down like a god, smiling with sheer delight. "You think just because you're young and have a fresh body, you can seduce anyone?" "I want to see if you can still be so seductive in bed after today." She ordered her bodyguards to stuff me into the trunk of a car and drove me all the way to a homeless encampment on the outskirts of the city. The area was packed with filthy, unwashed vagrants in tattered clothes. I instantly understood what she was planning to do. "No... no," I shook my head frantically, my voice trembling. "Please... I'm pregnant... you can't do this..." Chloe paused, her eyes turning terrifyingly sharp. "You're pregnant with a Vance's child?!" "No! Not my brothers'!" I denied it quickly, grasping at my final straw. "It's Damon's! Damon Cross!" Chloe froze for a second. "Damon? The youngest kingpin of the underground syndicate, Damon Cross?" I nodded desperately, tears mixing with the blood streaming down my face. "Yes... it's his..." But she let out a derisive snort, her eyes full of mockery. "How could a piece of trash like you possibly know Damon Cross?" "Besides, everyone in the underworld knows Damon was born sterile. And the Vance family's little sister had a panic disorder around men because she was abused as a child." "The outside world doesn't know these things. But before I came here, I used special channels to find out everything." She leaned down and patted my bloody cheek. "If you're going to lie, do your research first. Make your bullshit sound believable." I lay paralyzed on the ground, my body turning ice cold. She was right. The public didn't know these secrets. Even my brothers didn't know what had happened between me and Damon. It was a rainy night. My surgery had failed again. I was still blind. I was hiding in the garden, drinking alone in depression. Then I heard a noise in the yard. Damon had scaled the wall. He was being hunted by rivals and had been drugged with a heavy aphrodisiac. I was heavily intoxicated too. I pulled him into the greenhouse to hide him. His mind was clouded, and I was drunk... It was a night of heated passion. When I sobered up, the sky was just turning light. Terrified that my brothers would kill him on sight, I hastily ordered my most trusted driver to sneak him out to a private hospital before he woke up. I pretended nothing happened. But he found me. He started sneaking into the estate, swearing he would take responsibility, keeping me company, bringing me little trinkets. Slowly, I realized... I wasn't afraid of him anymore. He was born sterile, but my body had a uniquely rare constitution, making me highly fertile. From that single night, I got pregnant. When he found out, he cried, picking me up and spinning me around tightly. He said he was going to immediately formally ask my brothers for my hand in marriage. But I wanted to wait until my eyes were healed. I wanted to look at him clearly when I walked toward him. Not even my brothers knew this secret. The child in my womb was Damon's hard-won miracle. He treasured it above all else. Once, a world-class specialist he secretly brought in to treat me accidentally bumped into my stomach, and Damon stabbed him to death on the spot. If he knew... My memories were shattered by a brutal yank. Chloe threw me onto the filthy ground like garbage and ripped off all my clothes in a few quick motions. My pale skin was exposed to the foul air, drawing a wave of whistles and jeers from the crowd of vagrants. Chloe's voice carried a sick amusement: "I'm giving this little slut to you guys as a wife. Whoever gets her pregnant, I'll pay for the wedding and buy you a house." The beggars' eyes lit up with predatory greed, and they lunged at me. I struggled with everything I had, screaming my curses: "If you do this to me... just wait! My brothers and Damon will slaughter every single one of you!!" Chloe dug her pinky into her ear, looking annoyed. She whispered something to a bald beggar next to her. The beggar nodded with a sycophantic grin, slammed his weight onto me, and violently bit my tongue clean off. "Mmm... the little beauty's tongue is so soft and fragrant... so sweet." His mouth covered in my blood, he sneered: "Shut up. You're annoying the lady." Under their savage brutality, a sudden, piercing cramp ripped through my abdomen. A warm, sticky liquid gushed from between my legs, rapidly staining the filthy ground beneath me crimson red. I wanted to scream like a madwoman, but with my mouth mutilated and bleeding, all I could produce were hollow gasps of air. My vision grew darker and darker. All that remained were endless hands moving in front of me, violating my already numb skin. Tears and blood covered my face. I don't know how long it lasted before it all finally stopped. I lay paralyzed in a pool of my own blood, my breathing faint, wishing for nothing more than immediate death. Chloe let out a cold hmph. "Finally learned your place." Her followers immediately chimed in to flatter her: "Chloe, you're amazing! You really know how to deal with these gold-digging sluts trying to sleep their way to the top!" "Of course! Chloe was personally chosen by the Vance brothers. It's only a matter of time before she becomes the lady of the Vance family!" "Chloe was born for greatness. Unlike some cheap trash who just pretend—garbage is still garbage." Surrounded by praise, Chloe's smile grew wider and wider, acting as if she were already the queen of the Vance empire. She grabbed me by the hair, looking down at my dying form. "Weren't you talking tough? You think just because you got plastic surgery to look a little like the Vance brothers, you're actually part of the family?" "Fine, I'll take you to see them. I'll let you see with your own eyes how well they treat me, how much they spoil me." "I want you to hear them say I did the right thing." She leaned in close, her voice dropping low, every word slicing into my heart: "When they execute you with their own hands... try not to cry too ugly." I was hog-tied, stuffed into a massive gift box, and brought to the main mansion where my brothers lived. My brothers had returned. The gifts they brought back for me piled up taking half the living room. When Chloe walked in and saw the three breathtakingly handsome men standing in the hall, her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks flushed. She assumed they were waiting for her. Seeing the room full of gifts, a shy anticipation blossomed in her chest. But my brothers were only gathered there because the time for my scheduled blood transfusion was approaching. They were just about to send someone to fetch her when she walked in on her own, dragging a large gift box behind her. Arthur, the eldest, furrowed his brow. "Chloe, what is this? Why is there such a heavy stench of blood?" Chloe purposefully softened her voice. "It's a woman who didn't know her place. She was trying to seduce you." "Not only did she insult me and say I wasn't worthy of the Vance family... but even more despicably, she dared to impersonate and insult your sister. Her words were absolutely filthy. Please, you must punish her severely!" Her lackeys hurriedly chimed in: "Yes! We've never seen such a shameless gold-digger! She even dared to sneak into the private mansion in the back!" "Thank goodness Chloe found her in time, otherwise who knows what she might have done..." The expressions of all three brothers changed drastically. They remembered that I lived in that back mansion. Assuming the box contained someone who wanted to harm me, their eyes instantly turned terrifyingly dark.
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