Chapter 4

I was completely under house arrest. My phone and documents were all confiscated.

Every day I could only be locked in this villa.

He went to the company during the day, came back at night and found ways to torment me.

At mealtimes he deliberately had the servants make dishes that made me nauseous. At bedtime he turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting to freeze me.

Later he simply brought Gianna home.

In front of me, he embraced and kissed her intimately.

"Adrian, Miss Sinclair is watching."

Gianna leaned against him.

Adrian glanced at me casually.

"Just a disobedient plaything. Don't mind her."

I sat on the sofa watching their performance, unable to stir any waves in my heart.

I even found it laughable.

In my past life I was kept in the dark and devastated. Now I only felt disgusted.

I stood to return to my room.

Gianna suddenly called out to me.

"Miss Sinclair, pour me a glass of water."

I was too lazy to acknowledge her and kept walking.

Adrian called out sharply.

"Stop."

"Gianna asked you to pour water. Didn't you hear?"

I stopped and turned around.

"You married me just to make me your maid?"

Adrian strode forward and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up.

"Wife?"

"Are you worthy?"

"Josie, I married you to torture you."

"Your father ruined Gianna's family back then. This debt can only be repaid by you."

I froze.

My father hurt Gianna?

This was complete nonsense. My father's business dealings were completely clean. He could never have harmed anyone.

"Bullshit!" I struggled with all my might.

Adrian flung me away forcefully.

"Doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

"Either way, you'll spend this lifetime atoning."

He turned to Gianna, his tone immediately softening.

"Gianna, how do you want to punish her?"

Gianna stared at me.

"Adrian, I've been feeling dizzy lately. The doctor says I'm anemic."

"Why don't you have Miss Sinclair give me some blood?"

Adrian agreed immediately.

"Alright."

He called in his private doctor. Several people forcibly held me down on the table and drew a full 800 milliliters of blood.

My vision went black, my whole body cold. I collapsed on the floor without even the strength to move.

Adrian's eyes held not a trace of sympathy as he looked at me.

"This is just the beginning."

"Josie, what you owe Gianna, I'll collect from you bit by bit."

For days after the blood draw, I ran a high fever continuously.

Adrian wouldn't allow a doctor. He only had servants force bitter medicinal broth down my throat daily.

I was too weak to get out of bed.

Gianna, on the other hand, frequently came to my room to gloat.

"Josie, you look so pathetic right now."

She ran her fingernails across my cheek.

"Adrian doesn't love you at all. Every time he touches you, he feels disgusted."

"On your wedding night, he actually..."

She deliberately paused, covering her mouth with a delicate laugh.

"He actually found a homeless man from the street to keep you company."

"Too bad you ran away and didn't get to taste that experience."

I opened my eyes and stared at her intently.

Even though I already knew the truth, hearing it in person still made me want to vomit.

I propped myself up to sit, and slapped her hard across the face.

"Get out!"

Gianna shrieked and fell to the floor.

Footsteps came from outside. Adrian rushed in.

Seeing Gianna on the floor, his expression changed drastically. He hurried forward to help her up.

"Gianna, are you okay?"

Gianna covered her face, tears streaming down.

"Adrian, I just felt sorry for Miss Sinclair and came to check on her. But she hit me..."