Chapter 3 Fallen angel

Chapter 3

Fallen angel

Outside the villa, Martin Pamella's voice was hoarse, unable to produce any sound. Her body was weak and her head swirled with dizziness.

"This is the last time I'll call you sister. Goodbye, I hope you die in prison, never to harm us again."

Martin Pamella trembled, struggling to speak.

"Roseline, do you really rejoice in my death?" She couldn't believe that her gentle and obedient younger sister from childhood would say such malicious words.

Martin Roseline casually glanced at her, the more miserably Martin Pamella screamed, the more exhilarated she felt. How many years had it been? How many years had she waited for Martin Pamella to come to such a downfall?

The Bailey family, clearly has two daughters. But everyone in Manchester City only remembers her, Martin Pamella.

Why?

Where did Martin Roseline fall short compared to Martin Pamella? Why in everyone's eyes, in their talks, in their discussions, was there always only one Martin Pamella, and she, Martin Roseline, always existed in Martin Pamella's shadow, only highlighted the nobility of Miss Pamella?

She would never forget that once, at a socialite party in Manchester City, she was mistaken by other socialites as Martin Pamella's maid. That always arrogant sister of her did not even utter a single word to explain for her, making her the butt of a joke amongst the socialites.

Martin Roseline clenched her palms tightly, a sinister smile squeezed out on her beautiful face.

"Yes, I hope you die. Only with your death, can I become the most beloved young lady of the Bailey family."

"You..."

"Miss Katie, based on our investigation, three nights ago at 11 p.m., you deliberately drove into Miss Nina woods, causing her to miscarry and sustain serious injuries that led to a vegetative state. We are now arresting you on suspicion of intentional harm. Please come with us."

"Where is the evidence?"

"Reporter Willy captured evidence of you entering your car. The car involved in the incident that day was your car, plus before the incident, you sent a threatening message to Miss Nina woods. The evidence is compelling."

"What information?"

"You threatened Miss Nina woods to leave Mr. Bailey, and to never show her face in Manchester City again."

"I did not, I will have my lawyer file an appeal."

"Miss Katie, let's go. Truth and justice will eventually prevail." The officer who took her away flashed a glance, with both human and physical evidence, this lady could not argue her way out no matter how stubborn she was.

At the entrance of the prison, Martin Pamella saw Anabella. The man stood tall and undaunted, looking indifferent as if the world could collapse and he wouldn't bat an eyelid.

"Even if you send me to jail, I will not admit my guilt." Martin Pamella defiantly raised her chin, her voice unwavering.

Her delicate and beautiful face was fearless, proud and confident. A few strands of hair fell down, partially covering her ink-soaked eyes.

But, her twitching lashes betrayed her unease.

Anabella watched her from a distance, his cold gaze seeming to pierce through her body.

"Whether you admit it or not doesn't matter anymore. Beneath your beautiful face, you hide a vile and evil heart. This is something you can never change."

Anabella sneered, his tone cruel, "Starting from now, just enjoy your time there. I will see to it that you are well looked after, Miss Katie."

Martin Pamella's face turned completely pale.

By now, she fully understood that Anabella would never forgive her, not even in death.

He would rather kill her, but killing her would be too easy. So, he would torment her instead, making her wish for death rather than live.

This was his plan all along.

As she turned around, a bitter smile roamed at the corners of her mouth to its extreme.

This prison, will be her final dwelling place.

That's what Martin Pamella thought. Regrettably, it wouldn't be long before she realized how naïve she was.

Ava thought, if she declined to confess, someone would come to clear her name.

Ava thought, the Bailey family wouldn't have the heart to abandon her and would rush to take her away.

Initially, she thought there's nothing worse in this world than this, but upsetting Anabella, there's a greater misery waiting for her.

On the first day in prison, she was dragged from the iron bed to the ground. A group of lunatic women in prison beat her relentlessly, and a disheveled woman picked up a sharp stone from nowhere and laughed like a demon from hell.

Martin Pamella cowered and hid in a corner, "What are you trying to do? If you come any closer, I'll call the prison guard. Help, help..."

The female prisoner suddenly laughed sinisterly, "Haha, scream, no one will dare to come even if you scream your throat out."

A person next to her slapped Martin Pamella's face hard several times, "Sister Lily, why bother to talk to this woman, I hate women who are prettier than me."

"Haha... exactly, I heard this bitch is some kind of the first beauty in the Newcastle City, I think she's no better than a bitch."

"Ruin her, let's ruin her, maybe we can get out earlier."

Martin Pamella propped herself up against the wall with one hand and protected the child in her belly with the other. When being beaten, she would lie on the ground, fearing they would hit her lower abdomen. All her pride and self-esteem became insignificant compared to the child in her abdomen.

Unexpectedly, she didn't dodge.

"So, you want to ruin me, huh?" She hid in the corner, scrutinizing the room with fierce eyes.

The female prisoner known as Lily Sister had blood-red eyes, a stone clutched in her hand. She sneered menacingly, "I hate women who are prettier than me."

"Alright, you don't have to lift a finger, I'll do it myself."

If a crowd were to surround her, her child would undoubtedly be beaten out of her.

With trembling hands, Martin Pamella took the stone, took a deep breath, and harshly dragged the sharp corner from her forehead down.

Her delicate skin tore open, blood pouring out, her face a bizarre, enticing vision of red.

Intense pain mercilessly tore at her heart. It felt as if knives were being plunged, one after another, ripping, slicing, separating.

She drew the stone down, without hesitation.

The taste of iron filled her mouth as the blood poured in. She cracked a smile, revealing a terrifying grin, "Is that enough?"

Her sheer ruthiness seemed to have shocked the group of female prisoners into silence.

Which woman wouldn't cherish her own beauty? Which woman would willingly destroy her own attractiveness?

Even more so for a woman hailed as the city's most beautiful.

The female inmates went crazy, waving their arms and cheering, "Not enough, not enough! Destroy it, completely destroy it!"

Her hand, holding the stone, without hesitation, fell once again.

Blood, drop by drop, fell on the black tiles.

Spitting at her, the group of women huddled to one side, murmuring amongst themselves. Martin Pamella had sharp hearing; she was able to make out the words "Mr. Bailey said" and "Mr. Bailey ordered" from their whispers. Her heart plummeted, freezing like ice.

So, it was you...

Anabella! Anabella! Anabella!

So, it wasn't enough to send me to prison, huh? You want them to destroy me as well? You hate me that much, you're that sure I hurt Nina woods and her child...

But, the child in my belly is also yours...