Chapter 1 Be Responsible for Your Actions

• "Christian… You have to believe me when I say that I didn't do it on purpose." Victoria Coleman's face was paler than a ghost as she kneeled down in an estate. Without the lights on, she could barely see the man's expression but only the glimmer of light from the cigarette between his fingers until it faded away in the darkness.
• Feeling as if she was waiting for her death, the lady grew more and more anxious. While she kept her head down, she stared at her fingers in a trance and noticed the blood stains that had dried off on them, stunned by the fact that they had become the evidence to be used against her.
• Not knowing how long had passed, the man stood up and approached her in an intimidating manner. "Victoria, you should know that we all have to be responsible for our actions. Bella's legs may be fine for now, but she'll never be able to dance again. What about you, though? You get to move around like a machine that is up and running, taking everything for granted. How is that fair?"
• The man spoke in a sinister voice, making her heart beat like a jackhammer. Meanwhile, Victoria caught a glimpse of the man's hand reaching for the golf club in the illuminating moonlight. "I told you before—I'd marry you as long as you remain a good girl, but why? Why did you mess with Bella?" As soon as the man finished his words, he swung the golf club and smashed her shin.
• "Ah!" As the man hit Victoria's shin with all his strength, the lady was greatly overwhelmed by the pain. "Christian… I didn't do it…" Due to the pain on her shin, she slid back a little, only to realize her injured leg was limiting her movements.
• In the meantime, Christian Thatcher threw the bent golf club aside as he glared at Victoria, who was now breathing weakly. "This is the price you're paying for what you did to Bella's leg. However, you should consider yourself lucky that you're going to live, but even so, I want you to remember that this is not the end."
• While Victoria curled up and shook like a leaf, her vision slowly became blurry. Before she lost her consciousness, she vaguely saw the man reaching for his phone. "Tell the Coleman Family about Victoria's attempted murder. Ask them whether they want to keep her or the Coleman Group."
• Two years later, a skinny lady walked out of the penitentiary's gate on the east side of Bloomsway. It was the town's first day of snow, but she couldn't walk fast due to the leg injury that seemed to bother her. As the snowflakes kept falling from the sky, the lady ignored her scars and looked up, facing the sky while revealing her good looks.
• Since it was winter, there were only a number of buses that passed by that area. Therefore, she was forced to wait amidst the cold winter as she rubbed her shoulders with a frown on her face, and she gritted her teeth non-stop.
• At that moment, she recalled the spring she had been sent to prison, feeling surprised that it was already winter now that she was released. The next moment, she looked back at the penitentiary where she had spent two years living, standing at the bus stop while staring at the words written above the gate. 'Treasure your second chance.'
• As she read those few words, Victoria couldn't help but snigger and laugh at herself. Do people like me really get a second chance after leaving the penitentiary? The lady was caught up in her train of thought until she was interrupted by a bus that came her way amidst the snow. She then rubbed her leg to relieve the pain and got onto the bus.
• Having nothing more than an outdated cell phone and a few bucks with her, she inserted the coins into the farebox and went ahead to take a seat at the back. After all, the bus was the only ride that traveled from the penitentiary to the city. However, Victoria was the only passenger throughout the ride that night as she leaned on the window and kept her eyes on the scenery outside the bus, seeming as though she couldn't have enough of it. I can't believe the city has changed so much in two years.
• Suddenly, the vehicle came to an abrupt stop, creating an inertia that caused Victoria's head to bump onto the window. Feeling the pain, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on as she rubbed her head, but before she could find out what was going on, she felt a strong force pulling her away from her seat.