Backed Up By My Contract Husband

A searing pain scorched my throat, like countless burning steel needles spreading with each breath. Every inhale tore through me, wrenching me from chaos back to reality. Before me, the ornate crystal chandelier cast a blinding glare, and Lily Miller's twisted smile stood out with cruel clarity. She gripped an empty wine glass tightly, the lingering wine stains on its surface gleaming eerily in the light. The thick scent of red wine hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp, acrid perfume clinging to her, amplifying the burning ache in my already sore throat. "Sister, don't blame us for being ruthless." Lily Miller's voice was laced with venom: "Your shares, your fiance—from now on, they're mine." "Rest easy—I'll 'enjoy' every bit of it for you." She tilted her head, a smug smile tugging at her lips, eyes gleaming with greed and calculation. Beside her, Mark Collins—the man who once vowed eternal love beneath the moonlight—now stared with eyes as cold as an iced lake, filled only with cruel indifference. "Daisy Miller, do yourself a favor and end this now. Don't force our hand—no one will come out looking good if we do." He traced the cuff—where I had painstakingly embroidered tiny daisies, each stitch delicate, once a symbol of our love, now a cruel joke. A violent cough bent me over, my stomach churning like a raging storm. The scene was bone-chillingly familiar, as if I had stepped back into that desperate night from my past life—I was poisoned by them like this, dying amid pain and regret. Right before I died, their greedy faces as they divided Mother's inheritance, mocking my foolishness—those words cut deeper than poison ever could. After rebirth, the sting of betrayal by those closest to me remained as sharp and fresh as ever, like a wound that refuses to heal. Hatred twisted through my heart like wild vines, tightening its grip until I could barely breathe. But this time, I didn't cry like before; instead, I jerked my head up, a flash of resolve sparking in my eyes. While they reveled in their triumph, I grabbed the red wine from the table and hurled it at their faces with all my might. The crimson wine slid down, soaking through the expensive clothes, and the pitiful sight sparked a flicker of satisfaction within me, as if it were my first strike back against their cruelty. "You're dreaming!" I screamed hoarsely, my voice raw from the pain in my throat but heavy with unshakable resolve. "Lily Miller, Mark Collins, from this day on, we're done—no ties, no mercy!" "What you owe me, I'll take back piece by piece, doubled!"