Manipulative Characters

My husband had an affair with the Married Woman downstairs.

I hid in the hallway, smoking with the Married Woman’s husband.

We didn’t dare return until they’d finished.

Later, they became even more brazen.

The Married Woman’s husband said, “I’m going to catch them in the act. What about you?”

I kept nibbling on my skewer, unconcerned.

“You go catch them, I’ll come too!”

On the day of the school forum’s campus belle contest, my sister won over the Beijing Circle Little Princess Jiang Tingrou by a narrow margin of a few votes.

Everyone thought Jiang Tingrou would be angry, but instead, she took the initiative to befriend my sister and invited her to her own birthday party.

On Jiang Tingrou’s birthday, my sister fell from the top-floor suite of the hotel and died instantly. At the time of her death, she was wearing nothing but disheveled underwear.

Jiang Tingrou, still shaken, cried to the police and the media: “I wanted to be friends with her, but she seduced my boyfriend. When I found out, she tried to escape and ended up falling from upstairs.”

For a time, the internet was flooded with abuse directed at my sister, calling her heartless and saying she deserved her fate.

Five years later, Jiang Tingrou is about to marry the president of Gu Group, happily preparing for her wedding.

She no longer thinks of my sister; to her, she was nothing more than an ant crushed underfoot.

But what Jiang Tingrou doesn’t know is that the Butler, Fitness Coach, Wedding Dress Designer, and countless other “ants” she looks down upon are quietly brewing a storm of revenge.

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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.

When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.

In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.

A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.

But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.

And I was his next target.