Thrown Into A Mental Hospital By Her Four Brothers and Her Fiancé!

Framed for the tragic death of Sharon Moore, a devastated young woman suffers the ultimate betrayal. Her four brothers brand her as evil, while her fiancé, Jason Ford, ruthlessly demands her death. With all fabricated evidence pointing directly to her, those she loved most unite to lock her away in a mental hospital. Condemned by everyone as a cold-blooded killer, she must face a living nightmare orchestrated by her own family and the man who once promised to love her forever.

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Chapter 3

In the third year I was in the mental hospital, I thought I would stay here forever, but my four brothers and Jason came to take me back.

While they were waiting at the door of the mental hospital, my hands and feet were tied tightly to the bed.

The dean, who was in his fifties, humiliated me.

The scars on my body that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.

I endured the pain all over my body and pretended that I was having a nightmare.

After all, I had been having this nightmare for three years.

Three years ago, I was thrown here by my four brothers, and I thought my life would be better.

But I was wrong.

On the first day, the dean whipped me hard on the body and face.

At first, I resisted.

"I'm the daughter of the Moore family. If my parents know about this, they'll... Ah!"

Before I could finish my words, he whipped me in the face even harder, and blood immediately gushed out.

The dean sneered, "Really? The four young masters of the Moore family and Mr. Ford have told us to beat you to death and not let you have a good day."

I trembled and lowered my head, no longer having the strength to resist.

Whenever the dean was in a bad mood, he would beat me with a whip.

On a rainy day, he was drunk and looked at me with lustful eyes, and his smile became more and more lewd.

He tied me up so I couldn't struggle.

Then he violated me.

I screamed that night, but no one came to help me.

Some nurses and patients were watching the fun. Since then, the dean humiliated me even more.

When I closed my eyes, I always thought that if I died like this, I might not feel any pain.

So I tried various forms of suicide.

But I was always discovered by the people who were monitoring me.

The dean gave me a sedative, and if that didn't work, he would give me a higher dose of anesthetic.

I felt groggy every day and didn't even remember who I was.

When I heard that the young masters of the Moore family were coming to pick me up, I was stunned.

I didn't react. "Who are they?"

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