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Chapter 1 The Jade Key "Lillian, make sure the jade key stays safe," a frail woman on the hospital bed, clutched her daughter Lillian Sinclair's arm, her voice trembling with desperation. "Leave the Sinclair family, go to Kingston, find Sebastian Whitmore…" "Mom!" Lillian jolted awake. Darkness engulfed her surroundings, the air thick with a pungent stench of decay. Her terrified gaze gradually turned cold. She wrapped her thin, twig-like arms around her legs, the movement causing a rattling clatter. Heavy iron chains bound her ankles and neck. Her tattered clothes barely clung to her emaciated body, which was stained with dried blood and countless scars. She was nothing more than skin and bones; if not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, one could easily mistake her for a corpse. She had lost count of how many years had passed in this lightless, hellish basement. Day after day, she was greeted only by the bites of mosquitoes and rats, and endless torment. Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the entrance. Moments later, the basement door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to pierce the gloom. Lillian narrowed her eyes subconsciously, with a sneer on her lips. Here it comes again, will I be whipped or poisoned this time? Several men in black came in, dragged her from the corner roughly and skilfully, and threw her on the ground like garbage. The sound of high heels came from far away, and finally, the pair of high heels, studded with luxurious diamonds, stopped in front of Lillian's bloody hands, raised one foot, and stepped hard on them. “Ugh!” A muffled groan sounded. Vivian Prescott raised a delicate eyebrow, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she gazed at the battered figure on the ground. With a mocking voice, she said, “Lillian, how does it feel to live a life worse than a dog’s?” The figure on the ground slowly lifted her head, revealing a face so horrifying it sent shudders down the spine. Her face was barely recognizable, with barely a spot of smooth skin. It was covered in red scars, like worms squirming across her skin, grotesque and horrifying. The cheeks, pockmarked and wrinkled, resembled those of a hideous monster. Lillian stared at the gorgeous woman, letting out a raspy laugh. Her voice, rough like broken glass, was painfully shrill. Gritting her teeth, she spat out each word, full of hatred. "Fine! I'll appreciate your kindness for the rest of my life. I’ll never forget it." Her fiery red eyes locked onto the woman, brimming with a hatred so deep it seemed to burn through to the soul. Vivian remained unfazed, her lips curling into a sweet smile. "Welcome! I’m only doing my duty. After all, I am your stepmother. By the way, your father has made it clear that if you hand over the jade key your mother left for you, he’ll let you walk out of here. You’ll return as the esteemed Miss Sinclair. So, take my advice, don’t be stubborn, with Sinclair Group thriving, wouldn’t that be beneficial for you as well?" Lillian let out a cold, mocking laugh, her gaze chilling. "You think you deserve my mother’s belongings?" It's this very woman who wears a mask of gentleness and kindness, but underneath, she’s the one who killed my mother! She turned me from the young lady of the Sinclair family into this pitiful creature - neither fully alive nor dead! "Let's see. Without my mom’s medicine, how long will the Sinclair Group keep shining? Hahaha…" Her laughter, rough and broken, filled the damp space, making her scarred face appear even more horrible. Yet, amidst the madness, a single tear slid down her cheek, silent, filled with unspeakable sorrow. "Lillian, don’t be ungrateful, you should know that if the Sinclair Group falls, it won’t do you any good either!" Vivian's expression darkened, her eyes brimming with hatred. "Hand over the jade key, and I’ll let you walk free. Otherwise, you will never be able to leave here!" Vivian was running out of patience; she had to retrieve the jade key before anyone else discovered it. Only then could she truly take control of the Sinclair Group. The existence of the jade key was discovered by Vivian accidentally. She found a notebook among Catherine Dawson’s personal belongings, on which was written Catherine's own handwriting, the jade key can unlock the Apothecary King’s secret formula. With it, one can dominate the world of medicine. She hadn't fully grasped the significance of those words, but she knew one thing: Catherine’s unparalleled medical skills had to be connected to the jade key. But no matter how thoroughly she searched through Catherine's belongings and every place she had been before her death, the jade key was nowhere to be found. So she was convinced that Catherine must have given it to her daughter, Lillian. Yet despite all the torture and every method she had used, the key remained elusive. The very thought of it made Vivian grit her teeth in frustration and rage. "Mom, how did it go? Did she talk?" Chapter 2 I Won’t Let You Die A soft, delicate voice rang out just then. A woman in her twenties walked through the doorway, bearing a striking resemblance to Vivian—at least seventy percent alike. She had a pure, innocent face and wore a pale blue dress. Her figure was tall and slender, her presence fresh and graceful. “No. This little b*tch still refuses to talk,” Vivian said coldly, staring down at the woman on the floor in a pathetic heap. No matter how much she tortured her, Vivian couldn’t understand why this woman still refused to hand over the Jade Key. Just like her mother—cheap and stubborn! Chloe looked at the woman lying on the ground. A cold gleam flickered in her eyes as she sneered, “Why bother? If you’d just give up the Jade Key already, you could save yourself a lot of pain.” Lilian looked up at them, her smile twisted with spite. When she was six, her mother died in a car crash. Her father brought home a stepmother and her illegitimate daughter, who was barely half a year younger than her. Years later, she accidentally discovered that the crash had been carefully planned—by her stepmother. When she was eight, she was kidnapped and sold into the mountains by human traffickers—also arranged by her stepmother. At eighteen, she was rescued and brought back to the Sinclair family, only to be ruined again by that "loving" stepmother and "perfect" little sister, her reputation destroyed. At twenty, acid was poured on her face while she slept. Her beauty—gone. At twenty-three, they locked her in this filthy, pitch-dark basement, torturing her in every way imaginable—just to keep her alive. Lilian knew why they wouldn’t let her die. It was for her mother’s keepsake—the Jade Key. Thinking of this, her eyes burned with rage, but she let out a shrill, chilling laugh. “Heh… Go ahead. If you’ve got the guts, kill me!” “What kind of nonsense is that? Why would we kill you?” Chloe chuckled, but her eyes were full of mockery. “I was hoping to invite you to my wedding with Nathan next month. Oh, and he asked me to tell you—he never loved you. He only pitied you. So don’t get the wrong idea.” Lilian thought her heart had long since turned to ash. But the moment she heard Nathan’s name, her chest ached like it had been punched. He was getting married? To the stepsister who had ruined her life? Memories surged forward like a flood. Her mind filled with images—every single one of them held the face of that gentle, graceful man. He was the one who had once brought warmth into her life. The one who had promised to protect her forever... So it was all a lie? What a joke. Two silent tears rolled down Lilian’s scarred face. A broken laugh rasped from her throat. Chloe seemed satisfied with the reaction. “Mom, let’s go. We’re not getting anything out of her today. We’ve got all the time in the world.” The basement door slammed shut, plunging the room back into darkness and silence. Lilian pushed herself up with great effort. She reached into her mouth and pulled out a thin thread. Bit by bit, she drew it out. At the other end was a piece of blue jade, shaped like a blue spider lily in full bloom. Vivian would never guess that the key they’d scoured the world for was a piece of blue jade. Lilian stared at it in her palm. Tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks as she whispered hoarsely, “Mom… I can’t go on anymore. I failed to avenge you. Please don’t blame me.” She had found a lighter and half a bottle of liquor in the basement—left behind by the men who had tortured her. Using the last of her strength, she set the basement ablaze. As flames roared to life around her, she drove the Jade Key into her own chest. Her mother was dead. That key was her mother’s most precious possession. It was also Lilian’s last stand. Even if it killed her, she couldn’t let it fall into the hands of those cruel women. If she had another chance, she would make them pay. Blood for blood. The fire roared, devouring everything in its path. No one saw the blinding blue light that suddenly burst from Lilian’s chest. Through the sea of flames, a tall, imposing figure emerged like a god, carrying a frail, scorched body in his arms. Right before Lilian blacked out, she saw a man’s face. It was blurry. She couldn’t make out his features, but she could tell from the outline—he was handsome. He kissed her forehead gently, murmuring, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I came too late.” His low voice was full of regret, sorrow, and guilt… Who are you…? Lilian wanted to ask, but she never got the chance. The man’s deep black eyes reflected the blaze around him. He stared at her lifeless face, something bloodthirsty flashing in his gaze. “Sweetheart, I won’t let you die. Just wait for me…” Chapter 3 Rebirth It hurt. It hurt so much. Lilian awoke with a pain that tore through her like a blade. Confused, she wondered, Wasn’t I already dead? How am I still here? She jolted upright and instinctively looked at her hands. They were small—childlike. Filthy, yes, but perfectly intact. Panicked, she reached up and touched her face. Her skin was smooth and soft. There were no twisted scars, no disfigurement. The shock snapped her fully awake. She looked around and suddenly realized: this was the very place where she had been imprisoned the year she was kidnapped—when she was eight years old. Could it be… I’ve been reborn? Reborn on the day I was kidnapped at eight?! At this point in time, she hadn’t yet been sent to her adoptive parents. She hadn’t yet begun the nightmare of beatings and starvation. Her voice was still hers. Her face, unscarred. None of the tragedy had happened yet—there was still a chance to change everything. But first, she had to escape. Yes. She had to get out of here. She had to rewrite her fate. Lilian stretched her limbs and climbed off the bed. She crept cautiously to the window to assess her surroundings. Thankfully, no one was guarding the room. The only barrier was a chain locked on the door. They must have assumed a drugged eight-year-old wouldn’t wake up so soon. So they’d let their guard down. The room was small, but there were two windows. One, near the door, faced the front yard. Through it, Lilian could see the traffickers playing cards outside. That route was out of the question. Her eyes shifted to the second window. It was open—but high. For an eight-year-old, it might as well have been a cliff. Still, if she could climb out, she could escape this place for good. Lilian made up her mind. She took a few steps back, inhaled deeply, and sprinted forward, leaping with all her might—her hands caught the edge of the window frame! No time to think. She scrambled up the wall, using both hands and feet. Suddenly, the door creaked open. A man spotted her instantly and shouted to his companions, “Shit! That brat’s trying to escape!” He dashed toward her, reaching out. “When did she wake up? Damn it! After her—now!” Lilian panicked. The height didn’t matter anymore. She clenched her jaw and jumped. She hit the ground and ran. No hesitation, no second thought. She ran like her life depended on it—because it did. This time, I won’t let tragedy win! She tore down the mountain path, not knowing where she was headed. All she knew was that she couldn’t let them catch her again. If she could just get away from this village, she could survive. Her life could finally be different. But the footsteps behind her grew louder. Her legs were trembling. She reached the summit—and froze. A cliff. Below, she could hear the crashing of waves. The ocean. Lilian gave a broken, bitter smile. “Damn brat!” one of the men cursed. “I lose money gambling all night, and now I gotta chase you down too? I’ll skin you alive!” Three or four men had caught up. They were gasping for air, but seeing the cliff ahead, they relaxed. They stood their ground and started hurling insults. Lilian turned to face them, her eyes cold. She took one step back. Then another. Her legs shook. In her previous life, her adoptive father had abused her cruelly. He had slammed her head into water barrels, nearly drowning her several times. Those childhood traumas left her terrified of water. Even though she used to swim, she never dared to touch water again. But now… she had no choice. “You little b*tch! You dare glare at me? Get over here!” A man lunged, fingers nearly brushing her arm. Lilian’s eyes turned fierce. Without hesitation, she spun around—and leapt off the cliff. “Damn it! She actually jumped! How the hell are we gonna explain this to that woman?!” Another man stepped forward and looked down at the raging sea. He snorted, “She wanted her dumped in some dirt-poor hellhole, somewhere she’d never escape. Well, she’s dead now—she’s not going anywhere.” “No one says a word about this. Got it? We don’t need trouble.” As far as they were concerned, jumping into the sea was suicide. There was no way that girl could’ve survived. But down below— Lilian hit the ocean like a stone. The impact nearly knocked her out, but she grit her teeth and held on. The waves swallowed her whole, awakening every nightmare she had of drowning. But her will to live kept her afloat. She forced her rigid limbs to move, paddling desperately through the water. She didn’t know how long she had been swimming. She only had one thought— Stay alive! I have to stay alive! At last, she saw land. Her arms aching, her lips pale, she swam toward it with everything she had left. And at that very moment, far away at Kingston Ravenwood Manor, a man who had been in a coma for months suddenly opened his eyes. As if sensing something deep within his soul, Sebastian whispered under his breath, “Sweetheart…”

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