He Killed My Best Friend, So I Took His Everything

Blood.

It was everywhere.

Yvonne lay on the ground like a discarded, torn plastic bag. Her pale, rigid face was devoid of life, and her once beautiful eyes were now just two hollow, bloodied sockets. Her body was shattered beyond recognition.

I held her in my arms, collapsing into the empty room. Blood poured endlessly from her wounds, pooling around us. Her body, hollowed out and weightless, felt unnervingly light in my embrace.

"Yvonne, wake up... please, wake up. I was wrong. I should’ve listened to you and broken up with Jasper long ago. This is my fault. I dragged you into this...

"I know I was wrong. Please, wake up, okay? Didn’t we say we’d go on that trip next month? If you’re not there, who’s going to stop me from getting duped by another man? You know how clueless I am!"

I kept talking to her, over and over, hoping against hope she’d suddenly glare at me with her familiar exasperation and scold me for being a hopeless romantic.

But she didn’t respond.

She would never again ruffle my hair and call me an idiot while cleaning up the messes I made. She’d never join me in mischief again, only to take the blame afterward and demand I play the servant to make it up to her.

From our school days, she had been there—bright, vibrant, and full of life.

Now, all that remained was her cold, lifeless body in my arms, tangled in sticky, suffocating blood that clung to me like a web. My chest felt tight and the air around me was unbearably heavy.

Jasper followed behind me, his voice low and chilling, like it rose straight from the depths of hell.

"Emma, don’t blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Who told you to drag Yvonne into this?"

He stopped in front of me, crouching down to meet my gaze.

His dark eyes, filled with cruelty and mockery, bore into me as he looked down.

I glared at him in fury, my voice trembling as I shouted, "Do you even realize this is murder!?"

Jasper, utterly unfazed, replied coldly, "When we separated both of you earlier, Yvonne signed the organ donation agreement for your sake."

His words hit me like a dagger to the heart, the pain so sharp I almost blacked out.

Yvonne... she did it for me.

Monster.

Jasper was nothing short of a monster.

"Jasper! You’ve gone insane—selling lives for money!"

But he merely smiled at me, a chillingly smug expression.

"Do you really think it’s about the money? I can offer these shares as a dowry to the Wynn family. Do you even know what the Wynn family represents?"

The mention of my family made my head snap up to look at him.

He leaned in closer, excitement blazing in his eyes as he continued. "Do you know how I built this company over the years? The Wynn family heir, Winston Wynn, holds me in very high regard. He’s given me so many contracts and so many opportunities.

"One time, I asked him why he was helping me so much. Do you know what he said? He said if I managed to get my company listed, he’d agree to let me marry his sister. He told me to work hard for it.

"Do you have any idea how shocked I was when he said that? That’s the Wynn family we’re talking about!"

I stared at him in disbelief.

I remembered what my brother had said before: if Jasper’s company could go public, he’d speak to our parents on my behalf and help me bring Jasper home to meet the family.

At the time, my brother even gave me a cryptic assurance, promising that Jasper would never dare to betray me.

I thought it was odd back then.

Now, it all made sense.

My brother had been subtly helping Jasper in secret.

But what a shame...

What a shame that this fool, Jasper, had never realized that I was the Wynn family heiress.

He thought my brother had simply taken a liking to him, wanting him to marry into the family!

Looking at Yvonne’s cold, lifeless body, a wave of immense sorrow and fury swelled within me, threatening to drown me.

At this point, it was clear that Jasper would never let me go.

Even if I revealed my true identity, he would probably resort to silencing me permanently.

But...

But I wanted him to know exactly how stupid he was and how gravely he had miscalculated.

If he was so eager to become a son-in-law of my parents, then I would give him the truth he so desperately craved.

With a cold, mocking laugh, I said, "Jasper, did it never occur to you that my last name is Wynn? That I am the Wynn family heiress you’ve been dreaming of?"