1 I was born bad. A rot in the blood. Kidnapped as a toddler, I ended up slaughtering the entire backwoods cult that raised me. By the time my biological parents found me, I had reinvented myself as a quiet, nondescript lab technician at a chemical plant. After the reunion, my twin sister, Mia, would visit me often. She brought me homemade lunches and bought me soft, pastel dresses. Her eyes were always smiling. "Maya, you're too thin. You need to eat." "Maya, you suffered so much when you were taken. From now on, I'm going to spoil you." Later, Mia fell in love. She blushed when she told me, "Maya, I'm getting married. It’s Julian Sterling. You know, the billionaire family? I know you hate crowds, so I’ll have Mom livestream the wedding for you." "Maya, once I’m a trophy wife, I’ll have a huge allowance. I’ll send you money every month. You won’t have to work at that smelly plant anymore." But I never got the livestream link. Instead, I got her body. Broken. Twisted. In that instant, the dormant gene—the urge to kill that I had suppressed for years—woke up. ... I found Mia’s body in the woods outside "The Haven," an exclusive reform school for the elite. Her limbs were shattered, her neck bruised, and she died pregnant. My blood boiled. I hugged her cold body tight. A phone slipped out of her dress pocket, lighting up with a text: 【Have you learned your lesson at The Haven yet? Behave, and stop bullying Lydia. I’ll give you the grandest wedding. I’ll make you the happiest bride on earth.】 Sender: 【Hubby Julian】 My eyes stung. My hands trembled as I replied: 【Hubby, I was wrong. I’m ready to come home.】 I had Mia cremated immediately. The funeral was small. Just our parents. Mom wept, kneeling before the casket, shaking. "Mia, I'm so sorry! I should have insisted you stay away from the Sterlings. They’re billionaires; why would they look at normal people like us... I didn’t protect you..." Dad stood in the corner, chain-smoking, face dark. Suddenly, he slapped himself hard. "I should have known! Why would he pay off our debts? He was buying my daughter’s life!" I watched this grieving middle-aged couple with a blank face. I had no feelings for them. My limited capacity for love had died with Mia. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. "Maya! Is this your idea of an apology?! I send you to learn manners, and you run back here to play dead?!" I quickly stepped into the shadows. Dad saw Julian Sterling and lunged. "You animal! Give me back my daughter!" Julian kicked him away, furious. "Don't give me that drama. Do you think I'm an idiot?" Dad clutched his stomach, eyes murderous. "My daughter is dead! This is her funeral! You and that woman killed her!" "Wow. Maya is getting bold, hiring actors now? Look at this!" Julian held up his phone. On the screen was a photo of "Mia" (me, earlier), holding a cat, looking peaceful. Behind Julian, a girl peeked out. Lydia Sterling. She feigned innocence. "Mr. Lin, don't blame Julian. He's just stressed. Sister Mia has been bullying me since she moved in. Julian only sent her to The Haven to learn etiquette. The Sterling family requires a disciplined wife." I hid in the corner, teeth grinding. So, these are the two who killed my sister. Neither of them is leaving this world in one piece. My mother, usually weak, rushed forward to slap Lydia but was caught by Julian. He threw her to the ground. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud. "Tell Maya this is her last chance. Come back to the estate and apologize to Lydia. Otherwise, the wedding is off! If she loves me, she needs to learn to kneel." 2 Julian and Lydia left, leaving my parents wailing in the funeral home. "Mia, it's our fault... we were too poor to protect you." "I'm calling the police!" Dad yelled. I pressed down on Dad's hand. My expression was grave. "Dad, the police aren't God. Let me handle this. I'm a professional." I was kidnapped at one. I never knew family. I grew up in abuse. By five, the village men were touching me. My foster parents took money for it. My name back then was "Jane Doe"—unwanted. When I was eight, during a village festival, I drugged the water supply. While they slept, I burned the village to the ground. I walked out alone and into the foster system. For years, I was a freak. Bloodthirsty, cold, violent. I hid it well. Mia was the only light that ever touched my dark soul. And they tortured her to death. Two days later, wearing Mia's dress, I knocked on the Sterling mansion's door. "Hubby, I'm back. I'm here to apologize to Lydia." Julian’s eyes flashed with surprise. He took my hand, looking at me with those lying,桃花 eyes. "Mia, I truly love you. But Lydia is my only sister. Even if she's adopted, she's the princess of this house." I looked up, smiling. "Hubby, I was wrong. I'll listen to you. I'll take care of Lydia just like you do." Mia and I shared a rare beauty. I hid in the dark; she bloomed in the sun. That’s why Julian chose her. That night, Julian knocked on my door. "Mia, since you've learned your lesson, let's start over." I stood in the doorway, eyes soft. "Okay." "AHHH—" A scream from the stairs. Lydia tumbled down, landing in a heap. "Sister! Even if you hate me, you could just say so! Why did you pour oil on the stairs?!" "Lydia!" Julian rushed down, scooping her up. "We need to go to the hospital!" Lydia sobbed into his chest. "Julian, don't blame her. She just loves you too much. She can't stand you being nice to anyone else." Julian turned to me, face grim. "Looks like you didn't learn enough at The Haven. Pack your bags. You're going back until you're fixed!" I teared up. "Hubby, I didn't do it! She fell!" "Enough! I'm taking you there myself!" Watching them leave, I smiled. Finally. I get to meet the people who broke my sister. Every cell in my body was vibrating. 3 The Maybach wound up the mountain road. Lydia sat shotgun, fake-crying. "Julian, maybe don't send her back. What if they hurt her?" Julian patted her shoulder. "You're too kind, Lydia. The Haven is a legitimate institution. Lots of elite families use it. Besides, it's not her first time." I sat in the back, watching Lydia’s reflection in the window. She was smirking. Two hours later, Julian dragged me out of the car. "Stay here. I'll pick you up in a month. That vicious temper of yours needs grinding down." Bang. The heavy iron gates slammed shut. I turned around. Three large men stood there, grinning. "I like this one. I'll teach her the rules myself." "She's feisty. She needs all of us." I smiled. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." They dragged me to a solitary confinement room. Inside was an electric chair and a stained mattress. The three men entered and locked the door. "Hey beautiful, time for your first lesson. We'll teach you how to serve your man." I cracked my neck. "Okay." I’d been repressing this for years. They lunged. I pulled the heavy wrench strapped to my thigh. Clang. Clang. Clang. I smashed it into their skulls with lightning speed. It wasn't enough. My hand trembled with excitement. The room filled with the music of their screams. They couldn't handle me. I possess what doctors call "hysterical strength," but I just call it being a born predator. Everything they did to Mia, I did to them. First, they wanted to assault her? Fine. I confiscated their tools. One swing of the wrench, and their lineage ended. I strapped one of them to the electric chair. "Who killed Mia? Speak, and I might make it quick." I got my answers. I knocked them out and headed for Room 888. That was the VIP room where Mia died. I banged on the door. "Who is it?! You're ruining the mood!" The door opened. Inside, a girl lay on the bed, eyes vacant, body covered in bruises. She was mumbling, "Hubby, I'm sorry, I'll be good..." 4 "Mind if I join the party?" I smiled and locked the door behind me. The two men inside exchanged fearful looks. "Who are you? Mia is already..." "I am Mia. Come on, play with me! You guys look excited." I raised the aluminum bat I’d found in the hall and swung for their necks. They fought back, but they were weak, spoiled sadists. I was a monster. Minutes later, they were on the floor, gasping. "Scream! I thought you liked it rough!" I laughed maniacally, shattering their kneecaps. The girl on the bed stirred. I threw her clothes at her. "Can you move? Get dressed. I have work to do." Her eyes cleared slightly. She looked at me, realizing I wasn't a victim. I went to the maintenance closet and found a chainsaw. I needed raw materials. The sound of the saw drowned out their pleading. The noise fully woke the girl. She dressed and looked at me with red eyes. "Sister... do you have a phone? My brother will come. He can... clean this up." I lit a cigarette I stole from one of the men. We waited in the metallic scent of blood. She was a debutante who fell for a bad boy. Her family didn't know she was here. Her brother arrived while I was finishing my "carving." "Chloe! I'm sorry I'm late!" I looked up, face splattered with red, holding two perfectly severed femurs. "I avenged your sister too," I said calmly. "Can you handle the cleanup? I have another stop to make." The brother, Sebastian, looked at me—at the bones in my hand—with a complex expression. Shock, yes. But also respect. I borrowed his car and drove straight back to the Sterling estate. Mia’s face ID still worked on the gate. I walked into the living room. It sounded... active. "Julian... I've loved you for so long," Lydia’s voice moaned. "I drugged the porridge. Just take me." "Lydia... I can't... you're my sister..." Julian gasped, though his hands were already roaming her body. I cleared my throat. "Wow. Taboo. Spicy. Room for one more?" I gripped the wrench in my pocket.
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