His Childhood Sweetheart Called My Dying An Act

Zoey thrust the sharp end of the broken glass toward my neck.

My heart lurched.

It was obvious she was doing this on purpose.

Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand and twisted away, dodging left and right to evade her.

Our commotion caught Ian's attention.

Just as they were about to turn to look at us, Zoey grabbed the shattered wine glass and an empty wine bottle from the table, then swung them at my head.

The jagged shard sliced across my face, tearing skin and flesh.

"Ow!" I cried out in horror as the pain shot from my face through my entire body.

"Daisy Graham, are you nuts? Pretending to be ill didn't work on Ian, so now you're smashing a bottle over your head?"

As expected, Ian's temper flared.

He pushed through the crowd and hurried over, only for his eyes to widen when he saw my face smeared with blood.

"D-Daisy, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Without hesitation, he grabbed his car keys from the table, his expression turning grave.

Zoey quickly stopped him.

She hid the blood-stained and broken wine glass behind her back and pointed at the empty bottle on the floor with a mocking smile.

"Ian, look. The wine bottle isn't even broken. The blood on her face is just red ink. Every actor uses that kind of realistic-looking fake blood."

Ian studied my face carefully. When his gaze landed on the intact bottle, it turned frightfully cold.

The faint trace of concern he had just begun to feel for me vanished in an instant.

"Calm down. I know how to clean her up."

The malicious Zoey dragged me into the hotel kitchen and shoved me straight into a large wine barrel.

The blood on my face was washed away by the wine, but it felt like blades scraping across my wounds. The pain was so intense that I was suffocating.

The sharp alcohol burned as it filled my lungs. Waves of dizziness crashed in as my heart began thumping wildly.

I thrashed desperately in the wine barrel, every second feeling like it might be my last.

"Ha! Weren't you on the verge of passing out just now? It seems you have plenty of strength left."

Zoey's chilling voice cut through from above.

Before I could respond, she pushed my head into the wine barrel again.

"Wake up a little more. That way, you won't act all stupid and upset Ian again."

In my dazed state, I thought I saw Ian turning away in disgust, as though looking at me for even a second was already too much.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Despair and terror overwhelmed me as I grabbed the edge of the barrel, trying to cry for help.

Yet my throat was burned by the wine, leaving a metallic, bloody sweetness in my mouth.

"Ugh…" I coughed out a mouthful of blood before managing to speak weakly. "Zoey, my father is the director of your hospital. He won't let you get away with this!"

Zoey snorted.

"Had too much to drink and finally dropped the act? Now you're starting to brag. You only managed to become an actress because of your pretty face. Don't flatter yourself. Our hospital director is Mr. Henry Graham, a major figure from one of Lendwest's four great families, the Graham family. Someone like him is completely out of your league. I'm the only one here who can even speak to him. You should count yourself lucky to share his surname."

She paused, then sneered, "Wake up. If you're really one of the Grahams, you can have my head on a silver platter."

Everyone chuckled in amusement at her words.

Ian scowled in displeasure, then folded his arms, his gaze dripping with contempt.

"Daisy, have some self-respect. If you keep being ignorant, I'm breaking up with you!"

My limbs slowly went rigid. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a familiar figure outside the window.

Tears welled up instantly as I fought to call out for help.

"Help… Me…"

Hearing my cry for help, Zoey burst out laughing as she towered over me arrogantly.

"Who's going to save you? Your delusional fans?

The onlookers were laughing so hard that some of them were in tears.

Driven by alcohol, they all moved at once, forcing my head back into the wine barrel.

My world fell silent instantly.

My blood pressure shot up, causing my head to go blank. The strength drained from my limbs as I sank helplessly into the wine.

Just as I thought I wouldn't make it out alive, the door was thrown open.

A furious voice cut through the room, tight with rage. "You're all dead!"