In the shadow of an unforgiving skyline, my sister's final act was one of despair, her leap from the rooftop a silent testament to her torment. A chilling video, sent with a cold-hearted warning to keep silent, revealed her final moments of agony at the hands of a merciless mob. At the heart of this cruelty was Xie Weihuan, whose threats hung heavy, darkening the sky with the threat of exposing my sister's plight to the world.
Driven by envy, Xie Weihuan coveted the beacon of hope that my sister's academic excellence had ignited — a prestigious scholarship that promised a brighter horizon beyond our grim reality. Yet, despite my sister's desperate pleas, offering to step aside, Xie Weihuan's heart was unmoved, her ambitions casting a long shadow over my sister's fate.
With nowhere left to turn, my sister sought solace in the infinite embrace of the sky, her tragic descent marking the end of her journey. Together, we had navigated life's tempests, her steadfast resolve the anchor of our existence. She toiled under the weight of the world, her dreams for our future a delicate tapestry woven with threads of sacrifice.
She was prepared to relinquish her dreams for an early start in the workforce, but fate, twisted by Xie Weihuan's malevolence, stripped her of her dignity, her aspirations, and ultimately, her life.
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In the aftermath, I stood alone, adrift in a sea of sorrow, while Xie Weihuan ascended to a world of opulence, her path paved with the ruins of our shattered dreams.
A fire of vengeance burns within me, a beacon in the darkness, guiding me on a path of retribution. Xie Weihuan shall come to know the weight of her sins. Her son, the key to her ill-gotten throne within the Gong family, marks the beginning of her unraveling.
Through deception and manipulation, Xie Weihuan ensnared Gong Li'an, her pregnancy with Gong Jue her ticket to a realm she had no right to claim. The Gong family, bastions of honor and tradition, regarded her ascent with scorn, her very presence a stain upon their legacy. Gong Li'an, repelled by her schemes, withdrew into his empire of solitude, leaving her to bask in the hollow glow of her triumphs.
In the absence of maternal warmth, Gong Jue found solace in the shadow of my presence, our bond a fragile thread in the tapestry of his life. In me, he found a semblance of the affection he yearned for, a gentle whisper in the silence of his world.
The curtain rises on the first act of my meticulously crafted vengeance, the storm clouds gathering on the horizon unbeknownst to Xie Weihuan. This is but the prelude to her downfall, a descent into the abyss from which there is no salvation, a fate sealed by the echoes of my sister's unspoken cries.