Chapter 2
Surrounded by her little crowd, I looked down at the shattered glass on the floor. Then, under everyone’s stunned gaze, I bent down, picked up a blood-stained shard, and smiled.
“Yvette,” I said, walking toward her step by step, “was I too polite to you five years ago?”
I gripped the shard hard and stared at her lower abdomen.
“Did you forget,” I said softly, “that back then, after I stabbed through your womb, you still survived?”
Then I dragged the sharp edge lightly from her cheek downward, slow and deliberate.
“If you don’t remember,” I said with a cold laugh, “I can help you.”
Before anyone could react, I raised the shard and drove it toward her stomach.
But before it touched her, someone seized my wrist with crushing force.
The room erupted.
Yvette immediately started crying, tears spilling as she clung to the man behind me. In a trembling voice she whimpered, “Damon… I’m scared…”
That same voice. That same weak, pitiful tone. Five years ago, when I had pinned her to the ground and stabbed her over and over, she had cried in exactly the same way.
Then, from behind me, I heard a voice I had not heard in years.
“Serena. It’s been five years.”
Damon’s voice was low, dark, and dangerous.
“What is it? Still haven’t learned how to behave?”
He yanked my wrist so hard pain shot up my arm. But unlike the past, pain no longer made me surrender. It only ignited the blood boiling inside me.
I tightened my grip around the shard until it cut deep into my palm.
And the moment Damon tried to wrench it away from me, I turned, smiled at him, and said, “Long time no see, Damon.”
Then I plunged the shard straight into his arm.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
The banquet hall turned chaotic in an instant. Screams. Gasps. Guards being called. People whispering in horror.
“Who is that woman?” “She has a death wish—she stabbed Mr. Locke!” “Didn’t Miss Vale just say five years ago—” “Wait, isn’t she that orphan the Locke family used to keep around?” “The nominal wife?” “My God, that can’t be her, can it?”
I heard them all.
I also heard the cruelest one.
“I remember. She had no parents, just one dog. And because she offended Miss Vale, she got tortured all night. Everyone in high society saw that video, didn’t they? They even skinned the dog alive.”
I smiled when I heard that Damon was laughing.
Even while blood ran down his arm, he was laughing.