Alannah’s face turned pale. “Bitch! Whoever’s lying will die a miserable death!”
Suddenly, the car came to a stop.
Her forehead slammed into the window with a sharp crack, blood instantly streaking down her face.
Before she could even make sense of what was happening, Quincy yanked open her door and dragged her out into the rain.
It wasn’t until she was pulled before her mother’s tombstone that Alannah realized what he intended to do.
Quincy’s eyes were cold, stripped of any trace of warmth. His voice was flat. “Alannah, you’re going to go live right now and confess what you’ve done.”
“What… What do you mean?” Her heart sank to the bottom. She didn’t know how to defend herself. “Quincy, I told you, Salem kidnapped me!”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted a hand toward the bodyguards waiting nearby.
One of them stepped forward, digging into the grave until he unearthed the urn that held Alannah’s mother’s ashes. He held it up, waiting for Quincy’s signal.
A gust of wind blew through the cemetery, bringing with it the first drops of rain.
Quincy’s voice was like ice. “You really won’t cry until you see the coffin, will you?”
He nodded toward the urn. “Do you want your mother to lose peace even in death? Then go live—admit you seduced Salem!”
Rain streaked down Alannah’s face, mingling with her tears. She shut her eyes tightly, despair flooding every corner of her heart.
Soon, the livestream setup was ready. A camera was placed before her, its red light blinking, waiting for her to speak.
Her face was as white as paper. Looking straight into the lens, she recited numbly, word by word.
“What I posted online was a malicious lie. I was the one who seduced Salem Wardle. The injuries on my body came from when we… when we slept together.”
The comments flooded in immediately—harsh insults, curses, and jeers, scrolling faster than her eyes could follow.
Alannah stared blankly at the screen, but not a single tear fell.
When the livestream finally ended, a sharp pain surged in her chest. A bitter taste filled her mouth, and before she could breathe, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing her in such pain, Quincy froze for a moment. Something flickered in his eyes—something that almost looked like guilt.
But just as quickly, he turned away. His voice was hard and cold. “You brought this on yourself.”