Chapter 5

Chloe Valentine's face turned as pale as a sheet.

She let out a piercing scream, her hands clutching Caleb Beniere's arm with a death grip.

Her nails dug into his flesh, almost breaking the skin.

"Caleb! Save me! I don't want to go to the police station!"

"Explain to them! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Caleb's face was a mask of fury.

The police were about to take his girlfriend away in front of all his friends.

This was more humiliating than a direct insult.

He turned sharply to glare at me, his teeth clenched.

"Beatrice, do you have to go this far?"

I met his gaze coldly, remaining silent.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile as he turned to the police officers.

"Officers, this is really just a misunderstanding."

"They had a minor argument. I've already talked to Chloe."

He tried to shield the trembling Chloe with his body.

"I'm sorry to trouble you so late. We can handle this family matter ourselves."

He looked at me again, his tone almost pleading.

"Beatrice, can you give me some face?"

"Let the officers leave, and we'll talk at home."

He thought I would compromise like I used to.

He thought I still cared about that ridiculous sibling bond.

But he didn't know that bond had vanished the moment I was locked in the storage room and beaten.

I looked directly at the officers, my voice clear and firm.

"Officers, this is not a misunderstanding."

"I have medical reports to prove my injuries."

"She extorted a million dollars, and there are bank transfer records."

"I demand immediate legal action."

My words hit Caleb like a sledgehammer.

His expression shifted from pleading to shock, then to shame and anger.

The police pushed past him and handcuffed the screaming Chloe.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?"

"Caleb! Save me!"

Chloe was dragged out of the villa by two officers.

Her wails echoed through the living room for a long time.

Caleb stood frozen in place.

His friends cast him looks of pity and mockery.

I had completely shattered his pride, trampling it underfoot.

When the wails finally faded, he spun around.

His eyes were bloodshot, burning with rage.

"Beatrice Blanc!"

He roared hoarsely.

"Are you satisfied now?"

"You just can't stand to see me happy! You can't stand to see someone love me!"

"You called the police on my girlfriend over an outsider! Are you insane?"

He pointed at me, hurling accusations as if I were the criminal.

The living room fell silent.

The spoiled brats didn't dare make a sound.

They all knew who really held the power in the Blanc family.

It was me, the seemingly frail sister.

I listened to his tirade calmly, my heart cold.

I found it laughable how much I had sacrificed for him over the years.

When he paused to catch his breath.

I raised my hand and struck.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the entire living room.