His Childhood Sweetheart Poured Glue on Me and Pushed Me into the Pool: I Never Show Mercy to Traitors Chapter 09

His Childhood Sweetheart Poured Glue on Me and Pushed Me into the Pool: I Never Show Mercy to Traitors Chapter 09

Midnight.

An abandoned chemical plant on the city’s edge,

Ten large plastic barrels sat in a neat row by the edge of a concrete basin.

Each one filled with high-concentration industrial glue.

Piles of ice sat nearby.

Dane and the recaptured Chloe were tied together.

The tape over their mouths was ripped off.

Chloe shook violently.

“Don’t kill me! I’ll give back the money! Please, let me go!”

She kowtowed frantically.

Rowan sat on a leather couch on a raised platform, flicking a lighter in his hand.

“Kill you? That’d be too easy.”

He pointed at the ten barrels of glue.

“My sister suffered that night. Now you two get to experience it firsthand.”

“The rules are simple.”

“Ten barrels. You two pour them on EACH OTHER. The one who dumps more walks away with less pain. Simple.”

“If you don’t do it yourselves, my men will dump all ten barrels on BOTH of you.”

Chloe’s eyes went red.

She lunged for the nearest barrel, twisted the cap off, and dumped it on Dane without hesitation.

“Sorry, Dane! I’m too young for this! I don’t wanna be SCARRED!”

Thick, pungent glue splashed all over Dane’s face.

The corrosive burn made him scream like an animal.

“AHH!!! CHLOE, YOU BITCH!”

Dane went insane. He grabbed another barrel and smashed it over Chloe’s head.

“If I’m dying, YOU’RE coming with me! You gold-digging WHORE!”

They clawed at each other in the concrete basin, dumping the remaining glue on one another.

Their clothes dissolved. Their skin blistered and rotted.

They became two wild beasts, biting and cursing, exposing the ugliest parts of humanity.

When all ten barrels were empty, they were glued together, inseparable.

Rowan raised his hand coldly.

“Turn on the hose. Dump the ice.”

A high-pressure jet of water shot out, mixed with tons of ice, crashing down on them.

The extreme hot-and-cold shock, combined with the violent chemical reaction of the glue-

Their agonized screams echoed through the entire abandoned plant.

I watched the live feed on my phone.

No pity. No guilt.

Just cold, sweet relief washing over me like ice water.

One month later.

The headlines were plastered with scandals about Steele Group.

Dane was convicted of embezzlement, tax evasion, commercial fraud, and more.

Multiple charges. Fifteen years in prison.

On sentencing day, I didn’t go.

Rowan told me Dane was wheeled into court.

The glue and frostbite that night had permanently destroyed the nerves in his legs.

His entire body was covered in scars.

In prison, he endured the agony of scar tissue growth daily, bullied by inmates, living a fate worse than death.

As for Chloe-she was supposed to face prison time for stealing a massive sum.

But the loan sharks found her first.

Her once prized face was completely disfigured.

To pay off the debt, she was sold to the lowest, darkest underground brothel.

She’ll spend the rest of her life in endless torment.

All the villains got what they deserved.

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight family estate, looking out at the bright sunshine, taking a deep breath.

Most of my injuries had healed, leaving only faint marks.

“Iris, ready?”

Rowan walked over in a sharp tuxedo.

I turned around, looking at myself in the mirror.

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A custom starry gown. Flawless makeup.

My eyes no longer held the humility and people-pleasing of the past.

Only the confidence and radiance of the wealthiest heiress.

“Ready.”

I took Rowan’s arm and walked out the door.

Tonight was the most exclusive business gala in the capital.

And it was my official debut as the eldest daughter of the Knight family.

The venue was dazzling.

Chandeliers glittered overhead.

Designer gowns and tailored suits filled every corner.

Countless business moguls lined up with champagne glasses, bowing respectfully to Rowan and me.

“Miss Knight, you’re even more stunning than the rumors. Truly exceptional.”

“Does Miss Knight have a boyfriend? My son is quite accomplished. Perhaps-”

I navigated the shallow pleasantries with ease, my smile flawless.

Someone tactless brought up the forbidden name.

“I heard Miss Knight spent a few years… out in the world, gaining experience. And that she once helped that bankrupt man, Dane Steele?”

Rowan’s face darkened instantly.

But I gently patted his hand, raised my glass, and smiled lightly.

“Yeah, I was young and dumb. Picked up a stray thinking it was a prize. Turned out to be rabid trash.”

Laughter erupted around us, everyone eager to agree. No one mentioned it again.

After the gala ended, I sat in the back of a stretch Lincoln, watching the neon lights streak past the window.

The girl who once stood in the rain for Dane, begging for investors-she died in that cold pool that night.

Now, I would shine brighter than anyone.

Radiant. Unstoppable.