Chapter 2 DEATH BY THE MISCHIEVOUS GOD

"What are you all looking at? Get her out of this place." Eira's Mom's cold voice rang out after some time.

The security men blushed furiously as they rushed to apprehend Eira. They were well-known bodyguards, but today, a bereaved bride had escaped from them twice, treating them like clowns. Even without the reprimand of Vera, Lara's mom, the security men were already itching to teach Eria a lesson.

"Paul, I want you to look me straight and tell me exactly what is happening. Are you supposed to get married to me or not?" Eira looked at Paul desperately; the once unattainable goddess was now looking celestial: smudged makeup, torn dress, heartbroken appearance; the sight of Eira's desperate self-made Paul excited even more than his wedding.

"What do you think?" Paul gave Eira a mocking look as he took Lara to his side, his mouth pecking on her head.

The remaining hope in Eira's mind shattered like a piece of glass, making her step back and come close to her father, Jake Croft.

"Eira, you have done enough. I am disappointed in you, "Jake's emotionless voice sounded as he dragged Eira, trying to pull her away.

"Dad, wait. I would like to thank her for something." Lara's cute voice sounded as she approached Eira in her heels. With a gentle pull, she took Eira's hands and held them before she began talking. "Eira, I am so thankful to you; you are the most selfless person on earth; not only did you give me your groom, but you also gave me your company; how can I ever repay you, you bastard sister," Lara whispered to Eira.

"What are you saying?" Eira pushed Lara slightly, but Lara, the dramatic queen, fell to the ground and began to hold her ankle as if she had broken it. Seeing that, everyone gave Eira a weird look, even those who sympathised with her. After all, they didn't hear what Lara told Eira. They only saw Eira pushing her innocent younger sister with a furious expression.

"Eira, you wench, you are simply beyond saving" Paul slapped Eira and pushed her away; the force of his push was at least ten times that of what Eira pushed Lara, but still Eira didn't fall, proving that Lara was just a drama queen but no one sided with her, not even one person.

Despite the ridiculing voices around her and the painful slap that threatened to close her right ear, Eira remained motionless; the only thing she could hear was the words Lara said, 'giving me your company'. The words were just four simple words but came like thunder to Eira's ears.

Three days ago, Eira remembered signing some documents without reading them, though Jake had given them to her. If Lara is telling the truth, then those documents were indeed the company she had played with; she did give her company up.

"Why?" Eira spoke to Jake, her eyes gathering tears that threatened to pour down. She just couldn't understand; she was also his daughter; why the blatant favouritism?

"What!" Jake gave Eira an impassive look, his face cold as if he wasn't looking at his daughter of 25 years but at an enemy. His look only served to fuel Eira's anger and curiosity. "Why are you doing this to me, all of you? I am your daughter, too. Must you put me down so that Lara can achieve something? I am your daughter, your firstborn!"

Eira's voice cracked as she beat her chest furiously, her face already red with helplessness and anger.

Before Jake could say anything, Vera immediately began to rant. "You are not my daughter; why should we treat you like anything." she smiled as she saw Eira's shocked expression and continued to speak. "Let me tell you this: You were such a little wench that my grandma picked you up from the orphanage.

You are just an orphan; we tried our best to raise you, but instead of you knowing your place, you dared to convert our daughter's place. You don't know, but every time I saw you smiling, answering first Miss as if that was truly what you are, going around with Paul and riding all those fancy cars that should have belonged to my daughter, my hands felt like strangling you." Vera's voice was practically dripping with venom as her words slashed at Eira, cutting her heart.

"Today is really a good day, evil is being eliminated." Grace who came in at some point said with a small smile.

Everyone laughed at the joke, looking at Eira with cameras ready to take a picture of her sorry appearance.

Eira looked around the place; she could still make out the faces of most of her business partners and secret admirers who used to crush on her to no end now looking at her with disdain, most of them trying to capture her embarrassing appearance on their phone.

Eira let out a self-deprecating laugh, her eyes bright, dimming like a broken torch; tears graced Eira's eyes for the first time in ten years. She, known as the ice goddess, the most beautiful woman in the Eastern region, and the genius self-made billionaire girl, gave way to tears.

Eira tried to stop the tears as she knew that this was what her enemies wanted to see, a broken Eira, but the moment one teardrop fell, the others rushed out from her eyes like a waterfall. This was torture even for a person who was hearted solid like Eira; in just a few hours, she lost her sense of identity, became an orphan, lost her marriage and lost her empire to a bunch of dogs. The pain was so great that soon, the crying turned into a full-on brawl, making laughter resound all over the place.

Hands pointed at Eira as they mocked, especially people who had long been jealous of her beauty, talent and success. Most wished they had two phones to video Eira's humiliation from all angles.

"I will have my revenge", Eira said as she ran off helplessly, but no one cared as they kept laughing. As Eira came out, her eyes glanced at the wedding poster by the side, which made her laugh. The poster had Lara and Paul's picture on it. So all this while, she was the fool deluding herself, thinking it was her happy day.

As she walked, she could hear her occasional laughter coming from the hotel staff; without a doubt, they all knew that she would get humiliated, but no one even came to tell her.

It was true talk when the drunk wise man said that people always loved to beat a drowned dog. Most people love the day of their downfall better than the day they rise; that's why the most ridiculous thing to do is have friends because with friends comes betrayal.

Soon, Eira stepped out of her hotel after what seemed like an eternity; her feet were walking as if she had no control over them, just one step at a step, a subconscious action. Eira sighed, her face having no hint of blood in it. She might have shouted arrogantly that she would have her revenge, but she knew her current situation.

Her chances of revenge were close to 0, I mean who would help her? She was a nobody right now; who would go against the great Croft family and the Stoneheart family for a drowned-out person like her, and not to mention she had a lot of enemies herself, and her potential has long been wasted on her Empire.

Eira sighed as she tried to look up, but a loud BAAM sounded before she could move her head. Laying in her pool of blood, Eira could feel her body was in pieces; her entire body fell apart, and intense pain was being transferred to her brain every second.

"Seriously, can't I even have a chance to take revenge? What is the deal with this world?" Eira had an unwilling expression; why did she forget to pray this morning?

As Eira lay there waiting for death, the door of the truck that hit her opened up and an effeminate-looking man who was even more beautiful than Eira came out. With just one step, he came right next to Eira and squatted near her head. "Hmm, what strong resentment! Why would a human harbour this much hatred in such a small heart?" the effeminate man touched his jaw in confusion, but his musings are interrupted by Eira, who vomits a thick sludge of blood.

"Hey, are you okay? Does it hurt?" the effeminate man bent very close to Eira and asked when Eira vomited blood.

Eira, who was already losing consciousness, almost felt like giving the effeminate man a big slap to the face; her already mangled face twisted even more. What kind of nonsense question was that? Why doesn't he just give her one chance to let her crush him with that big ass truck!

Eira had a ton of insults to haul at the effeminate man, but she could even talk; with her last strength, she gave him a middle finger before she died.

Effeminate man "..."

"Did I just get told to fuck off by a puny human? This is interesting, hahaha! To think I will come across such an interesting person." the effeminate man laughed wantonly after a brief period of shock.

"It will be a pity for you to just die like this, well then. Let me see your conviction, small lass" The voice of the effeminate man barely ended before a blinding light engulfed Eira, swallowing her whole.

"Don't disappoint me." the effeminate man said as he cracked like a broken puzzle, disappearing into the void.