The Queen of the Underworld's Cold of Revenge

The door to the hospital's VIP ward was slightly open, its interior echoing with sensual moans and laughter. My foot instinctively halted, my hand still on the handle. "Bloody hell, you know how to play..." Alex's deep voice carried raw desire, far more intense than anything that dim-witted doctor could ever muster. "Of course, what would that bookworm know?" Jane panted, "All she ever does is save lives, acting all holy." "Save lives?" Alex scoffed. "Those people were my men. Did she really think she was healing the wounded? The fool." My hands trembled. Two years of midnight deliveries—those "accidental victims" with gunshot wounds... "She would have been furious if she knew she was laundering gangsters' identities daily?" Jane laughed wantonly. "Dr. Bella—such a naive idiot." "Isn't that exactly what women like her are for? To be exploited?" Alex's voice grew more contemptuous. "One signature and the entire hospital serves our gang. Where else would you find such a gullible woman?..." I took a step back, knocking over the vase by the door. The shattering porcelain pierced the deathly quiet of the corridor. The commotion inside the ward abruptly ceased. "Who's there!" Alex's voice turned icy. I pushed the door open. The sight before me made my throat tighten. Alex stood half-naked, pinning Jane to the hospital bed. His expensive suit jacket lay discarded on the floor; Jane's uniform was nearly torn to shreds. "Bella..." Alex swiftly resumed his false, tender expression. "Darling, this is a misunderstanding..." I stared at him coldly. The hand that had once slipped an engagement ring onto mine now rested on Jane's waist. "Finished playing the fool?" My voice was low, but perfectly clear. A tense silence fell for a second. Alex's expression twisted into a savage grimace. He drew a gun from his jacket, the black muzzle aimed squarely at my heart. Those eyes, always so tender, were now bloodshot. "You shouldn't have f*****g come," he said, rising slowly. "Darling, if only you hadn't heard anything. What a pity..." I spun and ran. Bullets whistled past behind me, one grazing my arm. Warm blood dripped from my fingertips, blooming into crimson flowers on the white tiles. "Seal all exits! Don't let that b***h escape!" Alex's roar echoed down the corridor. The hospital instantly transformed into a labyrinth of death. Security guards, nurses, patients—every familiar face became an enemy. They emerged from every corner, the barrels of their guns gleaming coldly. I was driven to the rooftop. The sickly sweet scent of blood hung heavy in the rain, the wound on my arm burning fiercely. "You b***h!" Jane followed Alex, her clothes dishevelled, a twisted grin on her face. "Did you really think you were something special? Nothing but a useful tool!" I retreated to the edge of the rooftop, slipping on the wet surface. Eighteen storeys high, the city's dazzling lights spread out below. Was this my end? "Your choice," Alex said, raising his gun. "My bullet, or the pavement?" Just then, a gunshot pierced the rain. Alex's wrist exploded in a spray of blood, the gun clattering to the ground. He let out a wail of agony. "Or," a deep, magnetic voice echoed from the darkness, "come with me!" A towering figure stepped before me, a black trench coat flapping in the rain. I saw Alex and Jane turn ashen in an instant. "Aaron..." Alex's voice trembled. "How did you..." "Shut up. You dare touch my people?" Aaron's voice was as cold as ice. More figures clad in black emerged from the shadows, silently encircling the entire rooftop. The rain blurred my vision, yet his broad silhouette brought me an inexplicable sense of security. That night, my destiny changed forever.