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Destination of Love

Stephanie Grant lived in her sister's shadow until Edwin Carlson, a powerful mafia boss, publicly claimed her as his own. Their lavish life in a secluded castle seemed like a dream until a fire at her father’s party exposed a horrific truth. While her family abandoned her to the flames, Edwin saved her, only for Stephanie to overhear his real motive. He married her solely to use her unborn child’s bone marrow to cure her sister Kelsey’s leukemia. Devastated by this cold calculation, Stephanie chooses to disappear.
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Chapter 3

As I watched how gentle he was, a bitter feeling rose in my chest. He must've only learned to be this thoughtful because of taking care of Kelsey.

I glanced at him and swallowed the calcium tablet.

"Are you guys asleep?" Kelsey called from outside. Before either of us could answer, she pushed the door open.

She was holding a bottle of massage oil and smiling sweetly.

"Stephanie, you're pregnant, and pregnancy can cause swelling. I just learned a therapy technique. Let me give you a massage."

I frowned and shook my head. I didn't feel close enough to Kelsey to be okay with her giving me a massage.

"Is it because you don't trust my technique?" Kelsey looked hurt and turned to Edwin with a pitiful expression. "Edwin, I know Stephanie doesn't like me much, but I really mean no harm..."

Edwin gave me a warm smile and pinched my cheek lightly. "Kelsey was worried she was intruding on us by staying here, so she wanted to do something helpful. Just let her give you a massage, okay?"

My nose stung.

Between me and Kelsey, he chose her.

Even knowing our relationship was strained, he didn't take my side.

That was the moment I gave up. I stopped fighting.

"Okay. Thanks, Kelsey."

I agreed.

I didn't care what she had planned anymore. Tomorrow at this time, I'd already be on a plane out of here.

I wouldn't expect anyone's love ever again. And no one would be able to find me.

"Edwin, her arms and legs need to be secured during the massage to prevent sudden movements. This is a stretch band. It's soft and doesn't cut circulation, so it won't hurt her," Kelsey explained as she pulled out two elastic bands and stretched them to show how gentle they were.

I looked at Edwin, silently begging him with my eyes.

Who needed to be tied up for a massage? That was clearly suspicious.

But the same Edwin who was sharp and ruthless in the business world actually believed her.

He let her tie my arms and legs down.

"I'll start the massage now. Edwin, can you step out for a bit?"

He nodded and gently squeezed my hand. "I'll be back as soon as you're done."

The moment he left, the door clicked shut, and Kelsey's sweet expression vanished.

I yanked at the bands, trying to free myself, but I couldn't move at all. These weren't elastic.

"Don't bother struggling," she said smugly, waving the real stretch bands in her hand. "Those ones on you don't stretch at all.

"You figured it out, didn't you? That Edwin only married you because of me."

I said nothing, my expression cold.

Her fingers brushed across my belly.

"Even if you know, so what? You can't change anything… You've been under my thumb since we were kids. Once you give birth, your child will be next."

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

I knew I couldn't change the way Edwin, Denton, and my father all favored Kelsey. That was why I had decided to leave.

But hearing her say it out loud still broke my heart.

"You know what? Mom's death wasn't your fault," she said as she poured some liquid from a glass bottle onto my arm.

My stomach dropped. What did she mean by that?

"When you were first brought out of the delivery room, Dad and Denton adored you. They said you looked just like Mom, so pretty, and they wanted to raise you like a little princess. They were going to give you the best of everything.

"I hated it! Before you came along, I was the little princess of the family! So I pulled out the oxygen tube while Mom was still unconscious after surgery.

"I wanted to see if they would still love you if Mom died because of you!"

My body trembled.

So... it wasn't me. I didn't cause my mother's death.

Kelsey—only seven years old back then—had done something that cruel.

"As I expected, they blamed everything on you. They stopped loving you and gave all their attention to me!" She grinned wickedly.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Denton and Dad the truth?" My voice was shaking. I used to think she was just manipulative. Now I realized she was dangerous.

"You can try. No one would believe you." She gave a chilling laugh.

Then she pulled out a lighter and flicked it on, lighting the liquid she'd just poured over me.

Flames shot up and scorched my arms instantly.

I screamed, struggled wildly, and finally broke free from the straps. I fell hard to the floor.

Kneeling on the ground, I braced myself with my burning arms and curled over to protect my stomach, shielding my baby from harm.

"Agh... it hurts..."

Before I could even cry out again, Kelsey screamed and collapsed dramatically onto the floor.

Edwin burst into the room.

"Don't blame Stephanie." Kelsey sobbed. "I must've hurt her by accident, so she kicked me because of the pain..."

Edwin frowned at me. "How could you hurt Kelsey?"

I opened my mouth to explain, but pain from my belly robbed me of my voice.

Without a second thought, Edwin picked Kelsey up in his arms. "I'm taking her to the hospital first."

He didn't even glance at my pale, pain-stricken face.

It took a long while before I could stand up again.

I applied ointment to my burned arms, and then I gathered all my documents and ID.

By the time the sun rose, I'd be gone for good.

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