The Stolen Life

"Slut! Who gave you the guts to dare to seduce Brother Goden?" Selina's face contorted with rage, as if she had lost all reason. She suddenly reached out and gripped the other girl's arm tightly. The new manicure she had done was very beautiful, but it was as sharp as a knife. It dug deeply into Aya's flesh. Blood trickled down her arm and soaked the hem of her dress. "Ah, it hurts so much." Tears streamed down Aya's face from the pain, and she quickly tried to pry the hand that was holding her away. "Miss, I didn't do it. Goden and I aren't what you think we are," she pleaded repeatedly. If it weren't for the inappropriateness of the occasion today, she would have even knelt down in front of Selina. "You actually called him Goden. Do you even deserve to?" When Selina heard these words, jealousy burned fiercely within her. In a fit of extreme anger, she laughed instead, but slowly released her grip on Aya. Aya thought she was finally saved, but then she witnessed an even more terrifying scene... She saw Selina pick up a small knife from the dining table and swing it towards her. At the critical moment, the door of the villa opened. It was Goden who came in. When Selina saw this, her face changed abruptly, and she immediately put the knife away. Tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Keats held a grand welcome banquet to greet their daughter who had returned from studying abroad. Many celebrities from society were also invited to this banquet. Among them were Goden and his parents. Goden noticed that Aya looked a bit embarrassed and hurried towards her. However, a gorgeous figure blocked his way. "Brother Goden, look! My dress has been soiled by the maid," Selina said. "This is the latest high-end custom-made gown from Milan this year." With a look of grievance on her face, Selina took his wrist. "I didn't do it," a firm voice came from behind. She had no idea when the wine stain on the young lady's dress had gotten there at all. But she was certain that she wasn't the one who had ruined it. Suddenly, Selina turned around and blocked Goden's view. She stared at Aya intently, her eyes full of warnings. At this moment, Aya was extremely scared. She knew that if she told the truth at this time, Selina would definitely not spare her or her mother. She lowered her head in silence and didn't dare to say anything more. Seeing her like this, Goden was convinced that she was the one who had done it. "Alright. Since you've made a mistake, just apologize. Selina is so kind-hearted. I believe she won't hold it against you," he said, and even affectionately stroked Selina's head. Seeing the picture of this handsome man and beautiful woman, she felt a sting in her eyes, but still had no choice but to apologize. "Miss, I'm sorry!" Her voice was a little hoarse. "Selina, I've asked the people in Milan to airlift all the new dresses this year over here. Then you can pick the ones you like carefully. Consider it as a gift to celebrate your return to the country," Goden said. Upon hearing these words, her heart ached unbearably, and she involuntarily took a step backward. Coincidentally, she accidentally bumped into the table behind her and knocked over a wine glass. The red wine inside dripped down the tablecloth onto her lower leg. At this moment, she looked extremely disheveled. "Brother Goden, look at her. She's so clumsy," Selina said. "She's really ruined this banquet." "But you know me. I'm the softest-hearted person." "Since she's already apologized, let's just let it go." "Aunt Sarah, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take your daughter away," Selina said. Upon hearing this, Aunt Sarah quickly walked up to Aya. When she saw her mother, the grievance in her heart could no longer be contained. She softly called out, "Mom!" Tears couldn't stop falling one by one. She had originally thought that her mother would feel sorry for her, but who would have known that her mother would deal her a fatal blow...