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How was Yunice supposed to defend herself? Strip off her dress and let each of them take a turn prove to them one by one that she hadn’t been violated?
Ha . What a joke this world had become .
She tried to press charges, but the Powell family crushed it, bluntly telling her that if she dared to sue , not a single lawyer would take her case.
She tried to speak up, but the Saunders family condemned her, beat her, punished her, scolded her for disgracing the family name. Did she really want to drag Elsie into public humiliation too?
She carried a tainted name, was nearly assaulted multiple times–and Paul would always swoop in under the guise of “protection.” What a sick joke.
Wasn’t her entire downfall born from his mouth?
Yunice laughed like she’d snapped, leaning heavily against Wyatt’s arm. She stared Paul down, teeth clenched. “I know you remember the seven–day cruise.”
Wyatt’s brows pinched tight, his heart twisting with every word. It physically hurt to listen.
Paul stared coldly back at her, not an ounce of remorse in his expression.
Resting in Wyatt’s arms, Yunice looked almost serenely deranged. “Seven days at sea, that cruise never docked once. It was just you and your little gang. You tricked me aboard so you could force yourself on me -make your lies come true.
When I refused, you changed tactics. You tossed a grass ring into the ocean in front of everyone and said if I dared to dive in after it, you’d keep your word and leave me alone.”
Wyatt’s glare burned with hatred. He looked like he might rip Paul apart.
Even Taylor and Jordan were clenching their fists now, wishing they could pound Paul’s face into the floor again.
Paul let out a cold laugh, kneeling on the ground without a shred of guilt. “And whose fault was that? You were my fiancée. We were engaged. Plenty of women throw themselves at me, and I still pick and choose. But you? Always playing coy, acting high and mighty, not letting me touch you at all. You think I could just let that go?”
He scoffed. “You’re just making all this up to convince Wyatt you’re still pure. Hah! Seven days at sea , seven days! You think a group of us couldn’t handle one stuck–up girl like you? Whether we drugged you or held you down, you really believe you made it off that ship untouched?”
Yunice scoffed back, calm and cutting. “Three of your buddies on that cruise were alread arried, right? Strange how none of them have had kids.”
Paul frowned, confused. What was she getting at?
They were all still young–maybe they just weren’t ready to settle down and have kids yet .
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What was so strange about that?
Yunice could see how clueless he was and went on. “Forget them–let’s talk about you. You know how many women you’ve slept with. You also know how many tried to trap you with a baby.
I remember one year, a woman came to me, all smug, claiming she was pregnant with your child . Told me to step aside, said carrying a Powell heir made her better than me.
You were so pissed you even thought about faking an accident to make her miscarry. I was the one who told you to get a DNA test. You were thrilled when it turned out the baby wasn’t yours. ”
Paul’s expression darkened. He was starting
realize something, but he couldn’t quite piece it together .
Yunice suddenly let out a chilling laugh. “Because I’ve always known–you were never going to have kids . Not directly. Not indirectly. You’ll never have any.”
“None of you who went on that cruise will ever have children.”
She said it plainly, not caring who was around to hear.
Because she knew Wyatt would handle everything. She had nothing to fear.
All these years later, even
Merlin couldn’t se
gone forever.
what had been done. Paul’s ability to reproduce was
People like him didn’t deserve to pass down their filth.
Paul finally understood. His mind went blank, shocked. “What did you do… How could you…. all of us…?”
All of them? Infertile?
Yunice raised an eyebrow. “You thought you could overpower a weak woman like me, that I was alone and helpless – so you could restrain me, control me, use me however you pleased…
But I’m a doctor. I know exactly what drugs to slip into your drinks to knock you all out. I know exactly which acupoints to hit with a silver needle to make you sterile. I had a thousand chances to kill you. But I didn’t. I kept you alive so you could live in fear. So you could suffer. Because one day, I want to hear you confess everything you did with your own mouth.
-I’m dragging you all to hell with
Her voice cracked with hysteria, eve ble raw like it had been soaked in blood.
Wyatt clutched her arm tightly, his voice hoarse. “Yunice!”