He Killed My Best Friend, So I Took His Everything

Jasper nodded, a cold smile curling on his lips.

"Emma, you didn’t seriously think the surprise I mentioned was marrying you, did you?" he asked mockingly.

I froze, stunned by his words.

Why shouldn’t I think that?

Five years ago, when his company was on the brink of collapse and near bankruptcy, he’d been consumed by despair, taking out his frustration on me night after night. It became unbearable, both to witness and endure.

Desperate, I asked Yvonne to step in and secretly inject funds into his company, pulling it back from the edge of ruin.

After that, I went even further, begging my brother to provide covert support. Thanks to these efforts, his company began to thrive, growing over the next five years into the publicly listed enterprise it was today.

I gave so much to him.

Why wouldn’t I believe he intended to marry me?

"Emma..." Yvonne’s pained voice snapped me back to reality.

I turned to her and was met with a horrifying sight.

Her arm hung limply at her side, visibly broken. Blood dripped from several deep gashes across her face, streaking her features in crimson.

It hit me then—throughout the chaos, she had shielded me with her body.

Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, shattering the last vestiges of my composure.

Spinning around, I screamed at Jasper in rage and despair.

"Jasper Lowe! Why are you doing this?"

"Sign it," he ordered coldly, tossing a contract in front of me.

I stared at the clauses written on the contract, feeling a wave of disbelief washed over me. For a moment, it seemed like Jasper had lost his mind.

"A breakup agreement? No disclosure of our past relationship? Leave Riverdale forever?"

I looked at Jasper in utter shock. "If you wanted to break up, you could’ve just said so. Why go this far?"

He rose to his feet, his expression chillingly calm. "Would you have agreed so easily if I didn’t?"

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed his foot down on Yvonne’s broken arm. Her heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.

I lunged forward, trying to pry his foot off her, but he kicked me away effortlessly.

"Sign it!" he roared, his voice like a whip.

Clutching my chest where the pain radiated, I forced myself upright and signed the agreement.

The moment the paper was snatched away, Jasper finally released Yvonne.

I scrambled to her side, pulling her into my arms.

Her arm was grotesquely twisted and deformed, her face drained of all color. The sight of her pale, blood-smeared features filled me with unbearable anguish.

Jasper Lowe wasn’t just heartless—he was a monster.

At that moment, Yvonne’s eyes fluttered open slightly. She glanced at me with concern before turning to Jasper.

"Jasper, do you even realize Emma’s true identity is—"

Before she could finish, Jasper erupted into manic laughter. With a brutal kick to her abdomen, he knocked Yvonne unconscious.

I screamed, but it was cut short as Jasper seized me by the throat, dragging me off the ground.

"Emma! Don’t think I don’t know about your schemes against me!" he snarled, his grip tightening.

He extended a hand, gesturing to his assistant. "Give it to me!"

The assistant promptly handed over another document. Jasper slapped it against my face, his voice cold and commanding.

"Transfer all your shares to me!"

As I caught sight of the document's contents, an icy chill swept over me, spreading through every inch of my body. The dense lines of text felt suffocating, each one a dagger to my chest.