Redeemed in Blood

Amelia Manson married the mafia boss Cristian Patel for three years and got kidnapped by his enemies 99 times.

To save her, Cristian broke fingers and ribs and spent hundreds of millions just to keep Amelia safe.

After the 100th rescue, Amelia rushed to the hospital.

But outside the ward, she overheard Cristian, who had just woken from a coma, confess to his female subordinate that he regretted everything.

Cristian said to her, "Amelia, I'll send you abroad. This place really isn't right for you."

Amelia sensibly pulled out the divorce papers. "Divorce will make things safer."

Cristian thought this was their usual fake divorce agreement.

But he didn't know the papers were real and that she was truly exhausted.

This time, he would never find her again.

...

To protect Amelia, Cristian fought his enemies in a brutal clash and lay in a coma for seven days and seven nights before finally waking up.

Amelia hurried to the hospital the moment she heard the news, but Cristian's men blocked her at the door.

"The doctor said Mr. Patel just woke up and needs proper rest."

"Yeah, Amelia, you can't do much here anyway. Mr. Patel risked his life to bring you back without a scratch. If you accidentally bump into something here, all his injuries would be for nothing."

Though she was the boss's woman, Amelia never felt any respect from these people.

When she first met Cristian, she was still a college student. Every time his enemies kidnapped her, she had no way to save herself. Cristian kept giving away huge chunks of his territory and money to rescue her. In many clashes, his men suffered heavy casualties.

They had long resented her deeply and wished she would die in one of the kidnappings.

Amelia knew their bitterness and didn't mind. She only wanted to hurry inside to check on Cristian's wounds.

After all, Cristian had told her he didn't fear getting hurt. He only feared that the first person he saw upon waking wouldn't be her.

Amelia was about to speak and persuade them again to let her in when she suddenly heard Cristian's voice from inside the room. "I regret it. Natalie, I finally understand what you meant all those years ago."

"It's not too late to regret now. Boss, I'm still here."

Hearing their conversation, Amelia felt the world spin.

Amelia also remembered those words from years ago that Cristian mentioned.

It happened at their wedding. Natalie Fowler, drunk and relying on Cristian's trust in her, ignored everyone present and Amelia's dignity. She spoke directly to Cristian. "Cristian, Amelia is never going to be the one who understands you. She will only become the sharpest knife in the hands of those who want you dead, cutting your tendons inch by inch and peeling your skin piece by piece. But if one day you regret it, look back at me."

Amelia remembered how Cristian's face darkened terrifyingly that day. If his men hadn't held him back, Natalie would have died right there.

Yet only three years later, Cristian said he regretted it.

In truth, over these years, Amelia had thought more than once that the two of them never should have been together.

That way, she wouldn't face repeated kidnappings and threats because of him. She couldn't even go out normally.

He wouldn't keep getting injured trying to save her.

Amelia left the hospital in a daze. As she reached the parking lot, someone covered her mouth and nose from behind. Everything went black, and she passed out.

When she woke again, Amelia found her eyes blindfolded and her body tied to a chair. In her ears rang the kidnappers' threats to Cristian, demanding he bring a hundred million in ransom to the docks quickly.

Moments later, the kidnappers smashed the phone. "What does his silence mean? Is he agreeing or not?"

"We should just beat his woman up to scare him."

The next second, Amelia and the chair were kicked over. Countless feet stomped on her body and head.

Amelia bit her lower lip hard and made no sound.

Only when the group grew tired did someone gasp. "Is this woman dead? She didn't make a peep after all that beating."

Someone checked her breathing, found she was still alive, and sighed in relief.

In the past, Amelia would cry and scream.

But she discovered that the more fear and terror she showed, the more excited they became about recording it and sending it to Cristian. She knew it tore him apart.

So she learned to endure.

In those endless inhuman torments, she bit her lip tightly to avoid making any sound.

What kept her going was Cristian's voice echoing in her mind.

"Amelia, I will protect you and get you out."

"If you die, I'll kill them all and make them pay with their lives."

Each time, after passing out two or three times, she would see Cristian.

But this time, she fainted fully seven times before Cristian finally arrived.

He drove a large truck straight through the warehouse doors. Hundreds of his men leaped from the vehicle in an instant.

The kidnappers panicked and tried to hold a knife to Amelia's throat, but someone smashed their head suddenly.

As the kidnapper fell, Amelia landed protected in Cristian's arms. Yet looking at the barely breathing woman in his hold, Cristian only let out a faint sigh. "Amelia, let's go home."

Amelia lay like a dead one in the back seat and said nothing.

She thought about how in the past, no matter how dangerous the situation, Cristian always came alone.

Those enemies who hated him to the bone made him kneel and crawl under their legs, and he did it.

They beat him without letting him fight back, and he complied.

In the end, half-dead from the beating, he still smiled to comfort Amelia. He said he kept his word and came to take her home.

Amelia cried until her heart broke and asked why he didn't bring more men and why he came alone to such a dangerous place.

Cristian only shrugged it off. "I didn't dare disobey them. Amelia, I feared angering them. I feared they would really hurt you. When it comes to you, I won't take even the slightest risk."

Amelia instinctively touched the back of her neck. The slippery feel was familiar.

She knew the thugs had just cut her with a knife.

She pressed hard on the wound, but the bloody smell soon filled the car.

Cristian glanced back at Amelia instinctively and spoke. "Amelia, I'll send you abroad. This place really isn't right for you."

Amelia's hand froze for a moment but soon relaxed. "Okay."

They should part ways.