He Used Me To Win, I Took My Revenge

Chapter 2

After hanging up the call, Vivian's heart clenched tight.

To her, the most important person in the whole world was her older brother, Aaron.

When they were young, they wandered the streets together. They fought stray dogs for bread and brawled with beggars. Yet no matter what happened, Aaron's frail frame always stood protectively in front of her.

She could not let anything happen to her brother.

She dialed Aaron's number. It would be enough even if he could only say one word to her—at least that would prove he was still alive.

First call — he hung up.

Second call — he hung up again.

...

Vivian's temples throbbed sharply, unease gleaming in her eyes.

She quickly typed a line on her phone: Aaron, I will find a way to save you. You must find a way to stay alive. Then she sent it to Aaron.

Half an hour later, she suddenly received a video call from Aaron.

Vivian answered the call in delight, but the moment she saw what was on the screen, her blood ran cold.

Aaron was bound with hemp rope, and his upper body was bare. His thin frame was covered in bleeding, raw wounds. His face was deathly pale, and he turned his head away, unwilling to let Vivian see him like this.

Simon let out a creepy, leering laugh, "What are you being shy for? Let your sister admire what you look like now. Vivian, on the first day, I lashed him ninety-nine times. He thrashed and begged for mercy like a dying fish. On the second day, I threw him into an ice-cold pool, and the cold made him unconscious. What should I do today to entertain myself?"

After saying this, he picked up a candle and dripped wax onto Aaron's body.

Vivian's eyes were bloodshot with fury, but she was completely helpless. She could only beg him in a trembling voice, "Simon, please let my brother go!"

"Come on, I haven't had enough fun yet," Simon's voice was laced with mockery. "But if you're willing to come here and play with me, I can consider letting him go early. What do you say?"

Hearing these words, Aaron turned his head and screamed at the phone: "Vivian, don't believe a word he says!"

Simon kicked him hard in the stomach, "When did I give you permission to speak?"

"Vivian, don't worry, I won't let him die. I'll take my time playing with him." Simon spoke with a smirk.

The call was cut off on the other end. Vivian called back several times, but got no response.

She could no longer hold back and screamed out in agony. Despair and hatred flooded through her; tears streamed down her face, and she was on the verge of complete collapse.

...

Ignoring that her wounds had not yet healed, she ripped the IV needle out of her arm and rushed back to the Lindsay Mansion.

By this point, Roman was together with Charlotte. When he saw Vivian's flustered demeanor, he looked at her calmly and spoke to her, "Your injury hasn't fully healed yet. What could be so urgent for you to rush over like this?"

Vivian dropped straight to her knees on the cold floor, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Mr. Lindsay, please save my brother! Simon is torturing him! Please! Save him!"

The casual indifference in Roman's eyes instantly turned cold, "Your brother again? Is he really that important to you?"

Just as Vivian was about to answer, Simon gave a sudden soft chuckle, "Is he more important than me, your master?"

Charlotte grabbed his arm and cooed, "Simon won't really hurt him, Simon, believe me."

After that, she turned to look at Vivian. Her tone was smug and taunting. "You're just a bodyguard. Why should Roman do what you say?"

Roman brushed his hand over the top of Charlotte's hair, his voice full of doting, "I know."

Then he went back to his usual cool, unflappable self and said: "Seems like you don't need to rest for your injury anymore. Charlotte is going to attend a charity dinner soon, and you will be her personal bodyguard. If anything happens to her, you answer to me."