Chapter 2The Monster in the Mirror

He looked at Felicity disapprovingly. "Felicity, why did you tell her beforehand?"

Felicity shrugged. "Ethan, what are you afraid of? She can't escape today anyway."

My head buzzed. A white light exploded like lightning. My voice trembled.

"Ethan, are you really doing this?!"

"I'm your fiancée!"

"Anna, listen. Felicity wants to get into the film industry. There's a director willing to give her a chance, but the condition is... you. He likes your innocent look."

"Anna, don't worry. Even if you sleep with another man, I won't mind. The wedding is still on."

I watched Ethan's mouth move, dazed. Was this the man who fought thugs for me?

Why did everything change the moment Felicity appeared?

"Ethan, do you hear yourself? Did you forget your proposal vows?"

"And why should I, Anna Feng, sacrifice myself for Felicity's career? Who the hell is she?"

Ethan looked increasingly impatient.

"Felicity is like a sister to me. You're my woman, so you're her sister-in-law. What's wrong with helping her? Don't be so selfish!"

He stepped closer.

"Anna, I know you wouldn't agree if you were sober. Be good. This liquor is strong. Two more glasses and you'll be drunk. You won't feel pain. When you wake up, it'll be over."

"You're disgusting!"

I trembled all over, teeth chattering. Tears flowed freely, cold on my face.

Ethan, dark-faced, grabbed my hand like usual and pulled me into his arms.

But the next second, he pinched my chin and poured the liquor down my throat without hesitation.

"Anna, relax. It'll be over soon."

I gagged and teared up, but Ethan squeezed harder, forcing the alcohol down.

When the glass was empty, the eyes in my mind opened completely. Cold and cruel. I panicked.

It was happening again. My memory would cut out, and then... blood. Everywhere. The smell of iron filling the air.

I screamed hysterically:

"No more! If I drink again, you'll all die!"

"Ethan, we're done! Unlock the door and let me go!"

Felicity laughed, her eyes full of contempt.

"Ethan, Anna is really drunk. Saying we'll all die? Who is she scaring?"

She smiled sweetly. "Anna, my future depends on you. Take good care of Director Deng."

Ethan saw my grief and tightened his grip, his voice softening slightly.

"Anna, stop fussing. You're my fiancée, just help me, help Felicity. One more glass, and you'll be out."

My heart felt like it was being sliced open.

The first night I looked forward to was my wedding night with Ethan, not a sacrifice to a stranger I'd never met.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Felicity lit up. "Director Deng is here!"

The man who entered was short, bald, and his belly jiggled when he walked. He leered at me immediately.

He asked Ethan, "Is this your fiancée? You're really willing?"