Chapter 220: Amelia's Disfigurement
When she mentioned sex, he thought back to those days when he helped her smuggle across the border.
It was exactly because she appeared to have an unusual background.
He thought she was clean.
That's why he didn't use protection.
Later, after he returned to Imperial City, he learned he had contracted HIV.
He'd slept with a lot of women, so he never suspected it was her.
Until today, when someone told him and he finally found out that the one who infected him was this bitch.
He wanted revenge.
But then he saw the news and discovered this whore was actually Uri's fiancée.
Even after revealing all of this, he still wasn't certain if he could take his revenge.
As his rage reached a dead end, he received a phone call—
Thinking about that phone call.
And the extra million dollars in his account.
Roy's smile became increasingly sinister.
Amelia collapsed onto the beach, her hands gripping her lower abdomen, her face pale with pain, and cold sweat streaming down her face.
In that moment, she finally realized something was wrong.
She recalled being knocked out while leaving the hotel before being brought here.
Amelia slowly lifted her head, and in the moonlight, she saw Roy's face contorted with hatred.
Amelia's eyes widened in shock.
Run.
That was the only thought that popped into her mind.
Forgetting the pain in her body, she summoned all her strength to push herself up and ran.
But after just a couple of steps, Roy caught up with her.
He seized her hair from behind and jerked it forcefully.
He pulled with such force that Amelia felt as though her scalp was being torn off.
Roy yanked Amelia backward by her hair, as if pulling a dog.
A long trail stretched across the beach as Amelia kicked and thrashed her arms wildly, shouting, "Let me go!"
"Let you go?"
Roy laughed coldly. "Still dreaming? You gave me such a big gift, how could I not return the favor?"
Without an ounce of mercy, he dragged her to the rocks and slammed her against them.
Amelia was stunned by the impact, unable to regain her senses for a long moment.
The man lifted his hands and tore Amelia's dress apart.
She thought Roy was going to rape her.
Amelia stopped resisting, sensing a glimmer of hope.
Lying on the rocks, she let the man tear off her last bit of covering.
She needed to stay calm.
Must stay calm.
Behind her lowered eyelids, her eyes burned with ruthlessness.
As long as Roy raped her, at the final moment, when Roy's willpower was at its weakest.
That would be the best time for her to strike.
Amelia was lost in thought, calculating in her mind, unaware of Roy's movements.
Until suddenly, a tearing pain came.
She screamed in agony, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at Roy in front of her, now holding a dagger in his hand.
In the moonlight, the dagger shimmered with a cold gleam.
The tip of the dagger was stained with fresh blood, forming droplets that slowly fell.
That was—blood!
When Amelia realized this, she slowly lowered her head in shock.
Staring blankly at where she was bleeding non-stop.
"Bitch, you have HIV and still dare to let me fuck you, you whore, let's see how you harm people now."
Roy's smile was vicious, and his actions were cruel and merciless.
As Amelia screamed "no, no" in horror, he slashed her lower body with one cut after another.
Even if it were stitched later, she would never be able to harm anyone again.
Amelia was paralyzed with fear by Roy's madness, her legs stiff and spread apart, completely frozen.
Until he stopped, turning the dagger in a different direction.
She barely caught a glimpse of cold light before it neared her face.
Her hand touched something wet.
Sticky.
It really was blood...
Her blood.
A desperate, ear-piercing scream shattered the night as Amelia shrieked in terror, looking at her hands stained red with blood.
As Roy approached her once more, Amelia recoiled in fear and despair.
Leaving a trail of blood.
"No!"
She tumbled down the rocks, her face hitting the seawater, the pain forcing tears from her eyes.
Forgetting the pain, her body continued to move backward.
But no matter how much she retreated, Roy caught her again.
Her head was slammed against the rocks again, and Amelia's mind went completely blank.
In her utter terror and breakdown, her body seemed to drain of all strength.
She desperately wanted to escape, but her body wouldn't respond.
Leaning against the rocks, she could only watch helplessly as Roy raised the dagger again and slashed her face.
This cut wasn't shallow like before; this one was extremely deep.
Amelia could clearly feel the sharp dagger cutting through her delicate skin bit by bit, going deeper inch by inch.
Deep enough to reach the bone.
The first cut wasn't deep.
There was still hope.
She could get plastic surgery later to fix the scar.
But this last cut, given how deep it went, even if she got it fixed later, she would never have a beautiful face again.
Her face was ruined.
Ruined by Roy.
Amelia completely broke down.
He had actually ruined her face.
That was what she was most proud of.
With this face, even if she lost Uri in the end, she still had a chance.
But once she lost this face, she would truly have nothing left.
Having lost all her strength, her eyes suddenly flashed with wild hatred, and she abruptly shoved Roy away.
Roy didn’t expect Amelia to suddenly muster the strength to fight back.
Caught off guard, he was knocked down by her.
Amelia's eyes were filled with madness.
She sat on top of Roy, gripped his hand holding the dagger with both hands, and with all her strength, drove it into his chest.
Then pulled it out.
Blood gushed out, splashing across her face, blurring her vision.
Her eyes turned blood red.
She stared hatefully at the wound gushing blood, and when Roy tried to fight back, she viciously stabbed him again.
One stab, another stab, and another.
At first, Roy tried to struggle and push her away.
But as Amelia stabbed him several times in succession, he slowly lost the ability to resist, and finally, stopped breathing.
Dead!
The sea breeze blew, and Amelia's exhausted hands loosened, the dagger sliding from her grip.
...
In a small clinic, Amelia caught a glimpse of her face and saw the freshly stitched scar.
It crawled viciously across her face.
Amelia grabbed the suturing tools beside her and slammed them into the nearby mirror.
Sitting on the hospital bed, her body shook uncontrollably with rage.
Through gritted teeth, she squeezed out a word, "James!"
In her eyes, a wild and twisted hatred erupted.