Lin yuhan's car exploded , flames roaring as the two people he trusted the most, Shen mochen and Emile -- stood outside, watching without a flicker of remorse.
Pain ripped through his chest like his heart had been crushed. His body slammed forward,then back, his skull cracked against the headrest, white flashed. Then red blood , glass , fire , then everything blurred.
He coughed wet, metallic blood flooding his mouth , dripping onto his shirt . He tried to lift a hand . Fight but nothing moved. Legs dead, finger numb .
Then he saw them clearly.
Shen mochen turned away First, meile smiled --- actually smiled and they walked off together, hands in hands .
Yuhan's vision tunneled, rage , betrayal exploded in his skull louder than the crash .
You planned this .
They had already stolen his company, ruined his name, turned everyone against him. He had thought the betrayal stopped there.
But this ? This is murder.
How could you?, his mind screamed, l freaking love you, I trusted you, I fucking gave you everything!!
Tremors shook his body , his heart hammered so hard so hard it hurts more than the wounds. His hatred burned hotter than the flames.
They took my life, my future, my everything.
If he died here, fine but they were coming with him .
Darkness clawed at his eyes, then nothing.
Then nothing.
He gasped. Air-- clean, sweet air-- flooded his lungs. No smoke, no blood.
Sunlight poured through tinted window, warm and soft.
Cream leather seats , spotless, that cologne -- mochen's ridiculous expensive one -- hung in the air .
This car.
He whipped around, polished dashboard,wood finish, designer sound system.
Driving --
" Shen mochen?"
His voice cracked, too quiet, too calm
Mochen glanced in the rearview mirror, casual, . " Yes ? , you okay? You spaced out for a while."
Yuhan's fingers scrambled into on his lap, old phone, thick, heavy and outdated.
Lock screen glowed.
June ,28 , 2018
His grip crushed the phone, knuckles white
This was the day , the day the lies started.
The day they began to destroy him from inside out.
He stared at his reflection in the window: younger face , round cheeks, n hollow eyes, no scar hair longer, healthier.
That old yuhan was dead , the one here now?
He wasn't helpless anymore, not trusting fiancé, not the fool.
Rage surged again -- cold this time, sharp, controlled.
They think they won, they think I'm gone . But he is back.
And everything they stole -- his company, his reputation, his life would be ripped and collected from them bit by bit .
Starting now.
The car rolled through the gates of the family estate -- the one they had sell behind his back later.
Mochen glanced over. " We are almost there "
Yuhan's lip curved, not soft not loving, but cold and dangerous.
"Good" he said quietly.
Then, under his breath, venomous:
" This time, you won't walk away from the wreck alive. I will make sure of it "
The Lin estate loomed ahead, gates gleaming like a trap waiting to spring and then yuhan already knew every weak point in the bars.
The car roll to a stop engine died, silence pressing in . Mochen glance over, "you sure you're okay?" you think quiet the whole drive you .
Yuhan's fingers tightened on the door handle .
"I'm fine"
A slow gold smile curve his lips.
" Just thinking ,not everyone's mind is empty enough to miss the obvious"
Mochen stiffen a flicker of unease cross his face before he masked with the laugh .
He wasn't used to this tone from yuhan .
Good.
Yuhan stepped out without another word , gravel crunched under his shoes each step measured deliberate .
He scan the grounds like a Predator mapping territory, Jasmine said hit him same as before.
The left lion statue still had that crack ,someone had tried to polish it over .
Sloppy.
Careless .
Just like them.
Mochen hurry to catch up .
"Ready"?
Yuhan kept walking. "Always"
The front door swung open .
Meile stood there -- white linen shirt, tousled hair mperfect rehearsed smile .
"Yuhan! Mochen! Finally!"
Meile stepped in for a hug
Yuhan shifted --- one smooth motion.
Air met meile arm instead of skin . The smile on meile froze for a heartbeat then snap back.
"Still the same old Yuhan" he said laughing too loud.
Yuhan met his eyes, expression blank , voice low .
"Not for long "
meile's laugh faltered ,he recovered by sliding his arm through mochen's instead like he owned the space .
Yuhan watched, no flinch, no reaction.
Let him clean let them both pretend they've already won ,they haven't.
Inside marble floor ,crystal chandelier sparkle overhead.
The grand staircase rose like a stage exactly where their mother used to descend, smiling everything was perfect .
Yuhan's gaze slid over every details.
Not nostalgia.
Revenge, inventory.
He remember her walking under it laughing, trusting.
they sold it all behind his back later
Every smile had been a lie, every corner held memory.
Every memory was now a weapon.
He lets the thought settle,cold and certain
This s time they would pay for every single one .
With their sweat and blood starting tonight