I could not believe how much Jasper hated me.

However, no matter how much he hated me, he could no longer find me. I really was dead.

In order to coax a smile out of Rosie, Jasper had promised to marry her once she recovered. He had also agreed to go with her to try on wedding dresses.

The sweet smile on Rosie's face was a harsh sight to me.

I thought of how Jasper hadn't become the Don yet when we'd first gotten together. He had just been an illegitimate son who was not in favor with the previous Don.

My father was the underboss of the previous Don. After the previous Don had passed away unexpectedly, my father had supported Jasper wholeheartedly so that he could become the new Don. My father had done it for the sake of my happiness.

Before my father passed away, Jasper had promised that he would propose to me and make me the most beautiful bride in the world.

But now, Rosie was the one putting on a wedding dress for him!

I watched the two of them embrace. I was rooted to the spot.

How could it be Rosie?

She was the person who had killed me!

When I saw them being affectionate with each other, my heart jolted painfully, and my soul felt as if it were being torn apart.

Rosie raised her head to kiss Jasper, but he dodged instinctively.

There was a flash of anger in Rosie's eyes, but she hid it very quickly.

"Don Shaw, I want our wedding to receive everyone's blessings. If Amara can come, I'll forgive her for the mistakes that she's made in the past."

Jasper's eyes filled with scorn at once at the mention of me, and there was contempt in his voice as he said, "Of course we have to invite her. I'm going to make her apologize to you in public."

I knew that Jasper was punishing me.

He had believed Rosie and thought that I had arranged for someone to assault her because I was jealous.

The day that Rosie had been sent to the hospital because she'd been torn apart down there, Jasper had pinned me down on my knees in front of the emergency room and made me kneel for the entire night.

He only stopped when I fell unconscious because I'd lost all my strength.

No matter how much I tried to explain, he refused to believe that the figure who had flashed past in the surveillance footage wasn't me.

Ever since then, I had become a vicious woman in Jasper's eyes.

Jasper no longer believed in anything I said, and I went from being his lover to his enemy overnight.

After that, he did not hesitate to admit in public that the child in Rosie's belly was his. He told everyone that the person who had been violated that night was actually me.

He also did not believe that I really was pregnant with his child.

This was all because Rosie was his first love and the stepsister that he'd doted on.

Jasper humiliated me and tortured me, but he refused to let me leave him.

He wanted me to stay with him for the rest of my life to atone for my crimes against Rosie.

However, the woman that Jasper spoiled so much had lied to him and even murdered me!

Jasper only thought of me once he had said goodbye to Rosie.

He decided to be magnanimous and unblock my number.

When he called, it went unanswered for a long time.

Jasper slapped the steering wheel to vent his anger.

"How dare she refuse to answer my calls? I'm going to show her the price she'll pay for ignoring me!"

"Amara! Get out here! Have you been spreading rumors about Rosie being the third party in our relationship? Her depression is getting worse. You're pushing her to the verge of committing suicide!"

Jasper rushed angrily into the villa and began going through every room in search of me.

However, there was no sign of me in the villa at all.

If he'd been a little more observant, he would have realized that the rooms had not been occupied for a long time.

"What a witch!"

Jasper used every resource he had to look for me.

Soon, his lackeys found the last message that I'd left in the world.

I'd made my last call a month ago to Silas Turner, a policeman.

I'd met Silas unexpectedly. Despite our identities as a member of the mafia and a policeman, respectively, we became very good friends.

Jasper had always disliked Silas, and he would become very jealous whenever I met up with Silas.

Jasper sped all the way to Silas' home and gave the order for Silas' front door to be smashed down. The noise soon attracted the attention of the police.

When they arrived, they looked at each other. They all recognized Jasper. The higher officials of the mafia had infiltrated the police station long ago.

However, Silas was the sergeant's son, while Jasper was the Don of the mafia.

The policemen did not dare to offend either of them.

In the end, Silas told them to leave.

Once they had gone, Jasper grabbed Silas' collar impatiently.

"Where have you hidden Amara?"

Jasper had no doubt that Silas was involved in my disappearance.

Silas was the only one who had power and influence in the state and was bold enough to go against Jasper.

Silas had chiseled features, and he gave off a righteous air.

He looked calm, but he was secretly suppressing a great sadness.

"Let go. Amara's dead. Didn't you already know that?"

Jasper said scornfully, "You're helping Amara lie to me. Do you think this is fun? Tell her to come out quickly! Don't make me resort to violence!"

Silas looked at Jasper, who was still being stubborn. "You never even trusted her. I really feel sad for her."

Jasper laughed scornfully. "You treat her so well. It's a pity that I had my fill of her long ago. When I'm sick of her, I can consider delivering her to you so that you can have fun with her."

When Silas heard how disrespectful Jasper was being to me, he got into a tussle with him.

I wanted to stop Jasper, but there was nothing I could do except watch in agitation from beside them.

They were equally matched in strength, but Jasper didn't play fair. He pinned Silas to the floor and punched him in the face.

"Where have you hidden Amara?"

Silas spat out a mouthful of blood-flecked spit. He clenched his teeth and grabbed Jasper's collar as he yelled angrily, "She's been dead for a long time! Didn't the hospital notify you to identify the corpse and collect it? You spilled her ashes yourself!"

Jasper did not believe him at all. He was just about to raise his fist when a lackey rushed up and interrupted him.

The lackey's voice was trembling, and he seemed very reluctant to speak.

"Don Shaw… We found out that Ms. Amara disappeared a month ago. There has been no trace of her since then… A-And there's also her autopsy report!"

"You wretch!"

Jasper was frozen where he stood. Silas grabbed the opportunity and flipped him over.

Silas stood up and looked down imperiously at Jasper with a cold expression on his face. "Get your men and get out of my house."

Jasper got up and grabbed hold of Silas. He was very agitated.

"What did Amara say to you? Why did she go missing?"

Silas' eyes reddened, but he rejected Jasper expressionlessly. "I'll find out how she died. As for what she said to me, you're not worthy of knowing!"

Jasper clenched his fists, but he suppressed the impulse to hit Silas. While Silas was distracted, he suddenly pushed him aside and rushed into the study!

The study was filled with photos of me.

In the photos, my complexion was a purplish-green. My pupils were dilated, and my pale, bloodless lips made me look as terrifying as a ghost.

I had been suffocated to death, and I'd been imprisoned in a cramped wine cellar. Even breathing had become a luxury to me.

My eyes were shut tightly, as if I had only fallen asleep. Before I died, my hands had been caressing my stomach.

Even I could not help shuddering when I saw the tragic state I had been in.

I had no idea how Silas could face those photos every day.

Jasper gripped the photos tightly, crumpling the corners with the force of his grip.

He seemed to confirm something, and he forced himself to check the photos again and again. He was torturing himself. He wanted to find evidence that I had rigged the whole thing.

Jasper's voice was hoarse. "How did you get these photos? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Silas was actually confused. "Amara's case is in my area of jurisdiction, and I'm in charge. We already sent the photos to the email of her next of kin. Didn't you receive it?"

Jasper was startled. He hadn't received any photos at all.

When Silas saw the blank look on Jasper's face, he immediately understood.

"I can confirm that the police have already sent the photos to the family of the deceased for identification. If you didn't receive them, think carefully about who else might have had access to your phone."

Rosie's figure flashed through Jasper's mind. There were only two people around him who knew the password to his phone.

One was me, and the other was Rosie.

Why would Rosie have deleted the photos of me that the police had sent to him?

Jasper did not dare to think further about it. All he wanted to know was what I had said to Silas in the last phone call I'd made.

"Silas, I can give you whatever you want. Please tell me what Amara said to you!"

There was a pleading note in Jasper's voice.

When Silas saw how fragile Jasper looked, he said sardonically, "Amara told me that the person who was raped that night wasn't her, it was Rosie. However, she didn't do it to Rosie. She begged me to find out the truth of the matter.

"She must also have told you everything that she said to me. You just didn't believe her. That's why she had to pin her hopes on me."

Jasper covered his face with his hands. He did not dare to think about how much he had disappointed me.

Silas' expression cleared, and he said seriously, "In the last call she made to me before we lost contact, Amara told me a secret."

"What secret?"

Jasper's eyes had turned bright red and were bulging out of their sockets as he stared at Silas.

"Amara told me that she was pregnant."

When he heard the news, Jasper felt a ringing in his ears. He fell to the floor with a thump and let out a low, animalistic howl of despair.

"No! That's impossible! How could Amara have gotten pregnant?"