Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1911

"If I didn't get shipped off to the countryside, staying at home could still be a risky move for me."

For my own safety, Mom didn't have much of a choice but to go along with it.

When they sent me to the countryside, this unexplainable sense of fear settled over me. I had this nagging feeling that I might never return to the Reeves family again. Seeing Mom this time felt like it might be the last.

Living in the countryside was a far cry from the comforts of city life. Up until I was seven, I'd been used to living a pretty cushy life, never even set foot in a single- story house. Out here, it was all simple cottages, and the daily grind was all about farming and fishing. Folks here hit the hay as soon as it got dark and were up before the crack of dawn to start working.

At first, the locals were polite, probably because I was this city girl in their midst. But as time dragged on, they started grumbling about when my family would come to take me back.

Every year, Dad sent less and less money out here. Sometimes, he even forgot altogether. So, I had to roll up my sleeves and work every day just to scrape by.

me home. But banking on others and doing nothing led to me finally being brought

came to, I was still in that countryside. It dawned on me that waiting around was a dead

to a fishing village. The villagers there lived off the sea,

from my past life, I decided to buy the fishing village and start a

using each other, really. He helped me get back to the

the waves. When I first laid eyes on him, he was a mess: covered in mud, clothes in tatters, beard wild, hair long as if he'd been out at sea forever. Bits of broken wood surrounded him, and I figured he'd

into my head. Not that Griffin was Robinson Crusoe he was a bit

it could've thrown a wrench in my whole seaside resort plan. I wasn't about to let a death

a man

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