The Second Chance: Fatal Love And Revenge

In a room on the second floor of the villa.

Heavy panting filled the air.

"Oh... Babe... She's watching..." The woman, cheeks flushed, grabbed the man's hand as it reached under her dress.

Hearing this, the man shot a disdainful look at Danielle Cullen, who was lying on the bed. He then turned his attention back to the woman before him and lifted her dress more restlessly, slipping his hand in. "That's precisely what I want, for her to witness it. Plus, she's paralyzed. What harm could she possibly do to us?"

Danielle gritted her teeth hard, and her eyes were wide open in anger.

These two despicable people were her fiancé, Wilbur Frazier, and her half-sister, Hattie Gilbert!

They had drugged her to induce paralysis, stolen her company, and were now engaging in deeds of such depravity right in front of her bed!

"Get the hell out!"

"What's wrong with you? Danielle, really? Do you still believe you're the esteemed Miss Cullen?" Hattie laughed but continued to grind against Wilbur, moaning uncontrollably. "You haven't realized it yet, have you? Your grandfather suffered a cerebral hemorrhage after learning of your paralysis and died. Your uncle's family is drowning in legal charges and can't help themselves. Nobody will come to save you."

At that moment, Danielle's body shook violently. Her grandfather had always been healthy. How could he suddenly die of a cerebral hemorrhage?

And what was happening with her uncle's family?

It must be this shameless couple behind all of this!

"Bitch!" Danielle wept in despair!

Hattie smirked and feigned a wounded expression. "Wilbur, look at her. She's calling me a bitch... I'm so heartbroken..."

"Danielle, since you don't know how to speak politely, I'll make your mouth shut forever." Wilbur caressed Hattie's breasts and cast a disgusted glance at Danielle. Then, without warning, he grabbed the kettle from beside the bed and poured boiling water straight onto Danielle's face!

"Ah!"

Danielle's face was horribly disfigured!

Grinning even wider, Hattie sneered hatefully, "Oh, I misspoke earlier. There is someone who could save you, probably Vernon Herrera. But sadly, you pissed him off and he had gone abroad."

With envy in her eyes, Hattie continued, "What in the world about you is deserving of his love? After divorcing you, he even relinquished two-thirds of his fortune to you."

Vernon Herrera...

Upon hearing that name, Danielle was filled with remorse, and tears streamed down her face.

She had made a mistake, not appreciating the one who truly loved her, instead trusting Wilbur and Hattie...

"We're here to make sure you go to hell today, just in case something may happen since Mr. Herrera is returning to this country soon." Hattie pulled an injector out of her pocket and grinned wickedly. "Danielle, with your medical expertise, you should know exactly what this is, right? After getting injected with this, you'll experience unbearable pain, making you wish for death."

Hattie grabbed Danielle's wrist and injected all the medicine.

Danielle felt an excruciating pain throughout her body as if thousands of ants were biting her and a heavy hammer was hitting her brain repeatedly. What's worse, the medicine had a stimulating effect that prevented her from passing out, leaving her to suffer through the pain until her eventual death...

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Hattie continued to laugh maniacally and made love in front of her...

As Danielle was about to lose consciousness, the roar of a car engine resounded downstairs. Seconds later, the room door was kicked open with a crash, and a tall figure hurried in, gasping for breath.

Was it... Vernon?

How could he be here after she had hurt him so deeply?

Danielle's vision blurred, and her eyelids grew heavy. She couldn't accept it...

"Hattie, Wilbur, in my next life... I..."

Danielle failed to finish her sentence before her death came... She screamed silently, "In my next life, I will make you suffer!"

"Danielle Cullen! Do you like him so much that you even call out his name when having sex with me?"

The furious shout reverberated in Danielle's ears, and the searing pain in her private parts felt as if they had been ripped apart, causing Danielle to suddenly open her eyes!

The eyes of the man in front of her were full of anger as if he wanted to tear her up!

"Vernon..."

Danielle's eyes widened in disbelief and confusion, questioning why Vernon was here. Was she experiencing a hallucination because she was dying?

Vernon clearly saw the confusion in her eyes, so he tightened his grip on her neck.

She didn't even know who had had sex with her on the bed?

Then, when she had been having sex with him, had she been thinking about Wilbur all the time?

Vernon's bloodshot eyes stared at her. His hands clenched around her neck in anger, filling the room with fury.

Danielle gasped for air. "Vernon..."

Vernon truly wanted to choke this heartless woman, but upon seeing the tear stains on her face, his heart softened, and he released her.

He rolled over and rose from the bed.

With a cold expression, he began to dress himself.

At the same time, Danielle also sat up.

She felt pain throughout her body, particularly in her private parts. The familiar surroundings made her realize that she had been reborn.

She had returned to the night five years ago when Hattie had knocked her out and brought her to Wilbur's bed. Vernon had rushed in with his people and witnessed the scene. Enraged, he broke both of Wilbur's hands, dragged Danielle back to his villa, and forcefully slept with her.

After that night, her relationship with Vernon turned sour. She sought revenge through various means, and eventually, Vernon gave up and left the country in despair.

Then, Wilbur and Hattie drugged her and tormented her.

As thoughts of Wilbur and Hattie flooded her mind, Danielle felt a powerful wave of hatred consume her, causing her body to tremble violently once more. After putting on his clothes, Vernon turned to see Danielle seated on the bed, trembling with hatred.

Vernon's heart ached.

Did she despise him that much?

"Danielle, you hate me? Do you despise me for taking advantage of you while you were unconscious?"

Vernon's tone was cold. He approached the bed, tossing two certificates at Danielle before speaking in a threatening voice. "Your hatred towards me is pointless. You are my wife now, and you cannot be with Wilbur any longer. You better forget those foolish ideas and submit to being my wife, or I'll sever your lover's limbs and shatter your legs!"

He always spoke ruthlessly, threatening to break her legs, yet he had never actually done so. Recalling her previous life, Danielle felt sad and began to weep.

Vernon's heart softened as he saw the tears in her eyes, despite his previous coldness.

Was she crying again?

Had he truly been too harsh?

But this woman deserved it!

Unconsciously, Vernon wanted to wipe her tears away. However, remembering that she had called Wilbur's name in bed moments before, his expression turned cold again. "If you want Wilbur to live, hold back those tears!"

Danielle managed to stop crying, which made Vernon's face darken more.

However, Danielle thought of one thing.

In her past life, Vernon had imprisoned Wilbur and Hattie in a dungeon and subjected them to intense torture. They had been released only because she had begged for mercy.

This time, she wouldn't plead for mercy; instead, she would reclaim what she had suffered!

"Vernon, may I visit them in the dungeon?" she asked anxiously.

Was she so eager to see her adulterer?

Vernon clenched his teeth in anger and scoffed, "Fine, go and see them. Just make sure you don't shed any tears when you do."

Located on the second underground floor of the villa, the dungeon was damp and shrouded in darkness.

An unpleasant stench filled the air inside.

As Vernon and Danielle entered the dungeon, he secretly observed her. Her face displayed a mix of anxiety and anticipation, which only served to upset him further.

She had always been pampered and lived in luxury, but for Wilbur, she willingly came into such a wretched place.

"Sir."

Upon seeing Vernon, his subordinate, Stefan Hinks, bowed respectfully. Noticing Danielle behind Vernon, Stefan's expression soured, but he still greeted her.

"Open the door," Vernon commanded impatiently.

Stefan glanced at Danielle with concern. Wilbur had been severely tortured, and if Danielle saw him, she would undoubtedly argue with Vernon once more.

Regardless, Vernon had given an order, and Stefan had to obey.

As the door opened, a potent stench of blood filled the air.

A man and a woman were imprisoned in an iron cage, the man's body covered in lash marks. The woman's condition was only slightly better than the man's.

Wilbur and Hattie were in a pitiful state. Upon them seeing Danielle enter, their faces lit up with hope.

They believed that since Danielle had arrived, they would be saved.

"Danielle! Help us!"

"Dannie, please convince him to free us!" Wilbur called out desperately. Had Danielle arrived any later, they might not have survived.

Huh?

They wanted her to help them and free them?

Danielle's hands clenched tightly at her sides.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the intense hatred welling up inside her, she stepped forward.

The closer she got to them, the more her hatred intensified.

Her body even began to quiver slightly.

Leaning against the wall, Vernon smirked sardonically. As he had anticipated, Danielle would be enraged upon seeing her precious Wilbur injured and would likely seek vengeance. He wondered if she might even stab him a few times in retaliation.

"Dannie..." Wilbur awkwardly squirmed on the floor, attempting to get closer to Danielle.

She stared at him without any emotion, and just as he was about to touch her, she delivered a powerful kick to his face.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call me Dannie?"

The sudden kick caught everyone off guard. They all stared in disbelief.

Vernon straightened up, equally stunned, while Stefan's eyes widened in shock. What had gotten into Danielle today?

"Danielle, what... what's wrong with you?" Hattie's face paled in fear. In the past, Danielle would never utter a harsh word to Wilbur, let alone physically harm him.

"Did Mr. Herrera drug you in any way, Danielle?" Hattie asked cautiously, glancing at Vernon.

"In what way do you expect him to drug me? By the way, Vernon and I are married now. He's my husband," Danielle retorted, scoffing at Hattie.

Hattie liked Vernon, but now he belonged to Danielle.

"What? Married?"

How could it be possible?

Hattie was in disbelief. Vernon had witnessed Danielle having sex with another man; shouldn't he be disgusted instead? How could he possibly marry her?

Hattie believed she should be the one marrying Vernon.

Danielle observed Hattie's jealous expression and took a deep breath, mulling over her thoughts. She then turned to Vernon and inquired, "Vernon, you have a few wolves, right?"

Vernon, still processing the word "husband" from earlier, absentmindedly replied when he heard the question.

"Could you bring one of your wolves here?" Danielle continued to ask.

"Are you sure you want that?"

Vernon immediately grasped her intentions, and his eyes darkened.

Realizing Vernon still harbored some jealousy, Danielle tried to reassure him, "I'm your wife now, Vernon. If there's anything I'd be unwilling to do, it would be to leave you. I won't even look at other men, no matter their situation."

Vernon snorted. Danielle certainly had a way with words.

And he couldn't deny that he enjoyed being pleased with sweet talk.