Chapter 9

"Celia Young! You wouldn't dare! Aren't you worried that I'll kill you once I'm out of here?" Nadia screamed, thrashing in protest, but the two men in black easily grabbed her. "Kill me?" Celia echoed, looking like she'd just heard a joke. "But Clive will definitely stop you before you manage to kill me. Haven't you forgotten how he's always taken my side after every time?" Celia's words cut into Nadia like a sharp knife, stabbing her right where it hurt the most. Celia was right. Every time, no matter whether Nadia was right or wrong, Clive would always choose to believe and protect Celia instead. A sense of despair and helplessness washed over Nadia once again. She was forced onto a cold, metallic chair and strapped in place by her hands and feet. Then, they pressed the metal plates onto her skin. Celia grinned smugly at Nadia before pressing down on the button of the remote control in her hand. "Ahh!" A strong current immediately coursed through Nadia's entire body. The pain and numbness were so excruciating that Nadia screamed at the top of her lungs in agony. She couldn't stop her body from shaking and shuddering either. Her vision soon turned black, her consciousness rudely stripped away by the pain coursing through her nerves. A long time later, Nadia finally woke up again and realized that she was now lying on a huge, soft bed. She wasn't locked up in the cold dungeon anymore. Clive was sitting next to the bed. When he saw how pale and weak Nadia was, he frowned deeply and said, "I only locked you up for three days to reflect on your behavior. What did you do to get yourself into this condition?" Nadia closed her eyes and turned away, not wanting to even look at him or talk to him anymore. She stopped placing hope on him that he would ever believe her again. "Nadia," Clive said, the slightest hint of concern in his voice. "I am your fiance. You're supposed to tell me everything." Fiance? Nadia couldn't help laughing internally. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her voice was frighteningly calm as she said, "Fine, I'll tell you. I turned out like this because your precious darling, Celia Young, barged into the cell with two men on the third day, strapped me to an electric chair, and electrocuted me." Clive's pupils constricted at once. Shock and disbelief masked his face. "An electric chair? Impossible! Celia… Celia would never…" "See? You don't believe me anyway," Nadia said with a mocking laugh. It didn't matter anymore. She would have her own revenge, and she meant every word of it. That night, Nadia got someone to kidnap Celia, tear off all her clothes, and tie her to the side railing of the balcony on the topmost floor of Gibson Group, hanging her by a rope. Celia had an immense fear of heights, and she was left hanging mid-air in the freezing cold for the entirety of the night. The next day, Clive stormed up to Nadia with fire in his eyes. "Nadia! You've gone too far this time! How dare you hang Celia up on the balcony for the whole night? Do you know she has acrophia and how hard she struggled until she fell? "If it weren't for the safety net beneath the balcony, she would've been dead by now!" Nadia sat by the window and didn't even bother looking up at him. Her face was expressionless the whole time, as if she was listening to something that had absolutely nothing to do with her at all. Clive saw that none of his yelling got through to Nadia because she still looked like she couldn't care less. He was even more enraged. "If it wasn't for the fact that our wedding would be in a few days, neither I nor the Youngs would have let you off the hook this easily! "You'd better stay home and behave yourself for the rest of the day. You're not allowed to go anywhere, and you're also not allowed to cause any more trouble for anyone! Do you hear me?" Nadia remained quiet, as if he were invisible. Her ignorance only further fuelled Clive's anger. He turned and left in cold fury, slamming the door behind him. Celia was only brought back home the night before the wedding. Her face was inexplicably pale and ghostly. Hector began screaming at Nadia as soon as he caught sight of her. He called her an evil witch, and Nadia simply replied, "If I were really an evil witch, your precious daughter would have died a long time ago." Still, Hector was fuming as he yelled back, "You ingrate! How much longer are you going to cause trouble for us?" Nadia simply replied, "You brought home a snake and let your bastard daughter take over my throne. Of course, I'll be here to continue causing trouble for you and everyone else. What else do you think I'd be doing? Serve them or something?" "You… You…" Hector was so mad that all the blood rushed to his face, and he nearly fainted on the spot. "Fine, you win! But I'm telling you that it's Celia's and Clive's wedding tomorrow, and you're forbidden from showing your face there! Don't embarrass the family anymore!" Nadia chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. I won't be attending that stuffy, suffocating wedding even if you get down on your knees and beg me."