Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 3

She knew there was no escaping her fate now.

Vincent had once been the person she trusted and relied on the most, but now he was the one she loathed and wanted to avoid more than anyone else.-

Faced with the choice of confronting Vincent or leaving with Ethan, she opted for the latter. At least Ethan had always been upfront about his dislike for her.

From the very first day she entered the Linwood family, Ethan had made it clear, "Even if we share the same bloodline, to me, Vanessa is my only sister. You'd better behave yourself. If I catch you mistreating Vanessa, I won't let it slide."

With Ethan, there was no false hope, and therefore, no excessive disappointment. The psychological wounds inflicted in his presence were minimal compared to those left by someone she once held dear.

The prison taught her a valuable lesson.

When you're powerless and alone, the only way to survive is by minimizing harm however you can.

So, when her cellmates mocked her, forcing her to choose between a disfigured face and a slap, she chose the slap. When faced with the choice between a beating and humiliation, she chose the latter. Between drinking toilet water and barking like a dog, she opted for the latter.

at first, but the more she resisted, the worse the beatings became. For the sake of her life, she swallowed her pride and submitted to their

ruthless criminals, she managed to scrape

way to Ethan's

even sparing him a glance. The oversized T-shirt barely touched Vincent's fingertips, feeling as empty as if it

him seemed to come to a standstill, leaving only the cold, hollow sensation at his

loneliness, his heart constricted by an invisible force, each

a time, her gaze would follow

supporting each other through thick and thin. Whenever he called out to Claire,

now, times had changed. She treated him like he didn't exist, not even sparing him a

speak, but he found his throat constricted, unable to utter

the traces of another woman's presence. The passenger seat was adorned with a fluffy pink cushion, and a row of adorable strawberry bears lined the dashboard. The

a life of privilege and care, like a cherished daughter of a wealthy

Claire, reminding her

seeing it with her own eyes still made her heart