Chapter 3
“What are you burning?” Raya stood in the doorway, her eyes cold as ice.
Celia didn’t even look up, calmly tossing another photo into the flames. “None of your business.”
Raya clicked over in her heels, looming over her. “What’s with the attitude? Come on, Still think you’re some kind of Fairborne princess?”
The firelight danced across Raya’s perfectly made–up face, twisting her features into something ugly. “Let me spell it out for you, Celia–you’re nobody now. Just a pathetic little punching bag.”
Raya kicked the fire bowl over hard.
CRASH!
Burning papers scattered everywhere, sparks catching on old curtains piled nearby. Flames shot up instantly.
“You-!” Celia lunged to smother the fire, but Raya shoved her back.
The blaze spread fast, smoke filling the room in seconds.
“Fire! Someone help!” The staff’s panicked voices echoed from downstairs, but it was already too late to stop.
Heat waves rolled over them. Celia choked on the thick smoke, her vision going hazy. She stumbled toward the door, but Raya grabbed her wrist.
“Going somewhere?”
“Let go…” Celia struggled weakly. “We’re gonna die in here…”
Raya’s smile was sickly sweet. “Then let’s die together.”
The door exploded open.
Aurelian and Silas rushed in looking shaken, but the second they saw Raya, they visibly relaxed.
“What the hell happened?” Silas pulled Raya into his arms protectively. “How the hell did it catch fire?”
Raya’s eyes filled with tears, pointing at Celia. “She completely lost it! Started burning all of Mireya’s things, and when I tried to stop her, she set the whole room on fire!”
“I didn’t…” Celia shook her head weakly, but the smoke made it impossible to speak.
Aurelian’s expression went arctic. He stormed over and yanked Celia up by the wrist. “Seriously, Celia? I thought you’d grown up. But three years later and you’re still the same petty, vindictive bitch.”
Celia tried to speak, but no words came out.
Her vision was fading when she heard Silas’s cold command:
“Lock her in the oven. Maybe some time to think will straighten her out.”
The bodyguards dragged Celia to the kitchen and shoved her into the preheated industrial oven. The moment they opened the door, scorching heat hit her like a wall. They forced her inside, and the burning metal seared her skin with a sickening sizzle.
“АННННН!”
Her screams echoed through the kitchen as her skin felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand red–hot needles. Sweat barely had time to form
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before it evaporated.
She pounded frantically on the door, but no one outside cared.
Her consciousness started slipping, and memories flashed before her eyes.
Aurelian as a kid, holding her hand and promising he’d always protect her.
Silas carrying her on his back for blocks when she had a fever.
Her parents singing “Happy Birthday” with genuine smiles…
Those moments had been real. Someone had loved her once.
So when did they all fall in love with someone else instead?
The agony was beyond words, beyond screams.
After what felt like forever, the oven door finally opened.
Raya stood there with that same sweet smile. “Let’s cool her down.”
A bucket of ice water crashed over Celia’s head.
“AHHHH!”
The shock from burning hot to freezing cold sent her body into violent spasms. She curled up on the floor like a dying fish, and then everything went
black.
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