Stepmother sent away the staff who were trying on wedding dresses for me.

The neckband around my neck suddenly tightened, and I instinctively wanted to pull it back.

"Do you really want this marriage to happen?"

The wicked voice of my stepmother rang in my ears.

I gasped for breath, explaining intermittently:

"Auntie, it's not that I don't want it! It's just that if I agree, he won't let our family off the hook!"

"Smack! Smack!"

I felt a fiery pain on my face, a taste of blood rising in my mouth.

My stepsister rubbed her wrist:

"You're talking nonsense! He clearly likes me, it's just that you keep clinging to him! You can't stand to see me happy!"

My stepmother exerted more force: "You wicked girl, it's just a man, and you're not even willing to give him to your sister! I've raised you in vain all these years!"

My stepmother pushed me to the ground, grabbed my hair, and repeatedly slammed my head against the cold floor:

"Wretch, do you agree or not?"

My stepmother straddled me, tore off my wedding dress.

She pulled my neatly arranged long hair, picked up the scissors, and cut it haphazardly.

My hair was torn painfully, with a few sharp cuts leaving blood trickling down my scalp.

"Mom, let me do it!"

My stepsister snatched the scissors, kicked me a few times, and turned my face upwards.

She stomped heavily on my chest, bent down, and swung the scissors towards me.

"You used this face to seduce him! I'll destroy it now!"

"Ah!"

The intense pain on my face made me unable to help but scream, tears rolling down.

They only knew that my fiancé was handsome and came from a good family.

But what they didn't know was that he was actually a demon!

From the first day he transferred to my class, he secretly bullied me.

For so many years, no matter how I resisted or ran away, he wouldn't let me go!

He even threatened me with my family to marry him.

I didn't even have the right to commit suicide!

Now that I'm disfigured, I finally don't have to endure this suffering anymore.

But I didn't expect my stepsister to be so crazy for that man.

She pushed me to the window, forcing me to lean out.

My fear of heights flared up, trembling all over, breathing heavily.

"Sister, this is you falling by your own mistake!"

The whistling wind filled my ears, fear enveloping me!

I heard the sound of bones shattering, strangely, I didn't feel much pain.

The smell of blood was strong, I couldn't catch my breath, weakly closing my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my stepsister and I were both reborn.