The Billionaire's Debt Bride

Chapter 5 Fury and Hatred Unleashed

The door creaked open just a crack, letting in a faint sliver of light.

Victor stood in the hallway, silently gazing at her back, his cold fingers clenched tightly as he struggled to suppress the storm of pain raging in his chest.

He had loved her to such an extent that even if she had forgotten him, even if she had never truly cared for him, even if he had returned with hatred in his heart—ultimately, it was her who remained heartless, and he who continued to relent, never changing.

Spark approached Victor, concern etched on his face. “Sir, it’s past 2 a.m. You need to rest—tomorrow’s shareholders’ meeting is important. You’ll ruin your health if you keep this up.”

Victor lifted a hand, cutting him off without a word, and shook his head, signaling for Spark to leave.

Spark hesitated, then sighed softly and stepped aside, but he didn’t leave.

The USB drive contained 20 gigabytes of news reports. Ms. Radiance could spend days poring over them without finishing. Why was the Young Master torturing himself like this, standing guard outside?

“Ruthless tycoon meets his end in a fatal crash while on the run…”

“Galaxy Group’s stocks plummet for three consecutive days…”

The news continued to replay, and the clock’s chime marked the relentless passage of time.

Inside the room, the young woman was consumed by grief and fury…

Outside, master and servant remained frozen in silence, not a word exchanged…

“Richard’s adopted son and future son-in-law, Leonard, heroically shoulders a mountain of debt, single-handedly saves Galaxy Group, his filial piety moves the heavens!”

“Jenny, daughter of the unscrupulous profiteer Richard, takes a bold stand for justice, turning her back on her own family, hailed as a rising star in the entertainment industry!”

“Leonard takes over Galaxy Group, Jenny becomes the company’s leading artist. The power of justice will surely shine brightly…”

Snap—

The fragile remote finally snapped under the crushing weight of her rage, breaking into two pieces.

A seething wave of hatred erupted within her.

Ha! Justice? Is that what you call it?

Leonard, Jenny, you used my father’s death to secure your own glory and status. You’re monsters, heartless and cruel!

Father cared for you deeply…

If this is what justice looks like, then where is the evil in this world?

But the truth was just that—a cruel, bitter truth.

What a twisted joke!

At that moment, Aija suddenly laughed, tears streaming down her face. Her laughter was manic, a mix of despair and scorn, like a madwoman’s cry.

Only when her laughter dissolved into sobs, tears streaming down her face, did she clutch her chest, gasping for air, before falling silent.

She sat in silence, her head slightly bowed, like a marionette with its strings cut, lifeless and hollow. The cold night breeze whispered against the window frame, carrying with it a mournful sigh. After what felt like an eternity, she finally lifted her head, the sorrow in her eyes completely erased, replaced by something far darker. Her bloodshot eyes widened, and an overwhelming tide of hatred surged within them, consuming everything in its path. If this world equated justice with ruthless power and cunning, then she, Aija, would master them—and wield them without mercy.

The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, and the morning wind tugged at the pristine white curtains, slipping into the room like a ghost. Aija pushed herself up from the couch, her movements deliberate and slow, as she made her way to the window. She stared out at the distant sky, her hands clenching into fists, nails digging into her palms. A wild, unrelenting fire erupted in her chest, blazing hotter and fiercer with every heartbeat.

The news droned on from the high-definition screen, where a girl with a deceptively innocent, lily-white face was being grilled by a reporter—

"Miss Jenny, it’s been reported that the lead role in *The Azure Gown* was initially meant for your sister Aija. Yet, here you are, claiming it for yourself. Care to explain?"

Aija turned around, her icy eyes locked onto the screen, where the doll-faced girl flashed a dazzling, triumphant smile. Her gaze was razor-sharp, brimming with a hatred so profound it felt like it was gnawing at her very soul, as if Jenny were standing there, mocking her to her face.