Chapter 1 - The Masterpiece and the Betrayal

I'm a decade older than Sebastian. The first time I laid eyes on him, he was a scrawny street rat, fighting mutts for whatever scraps he could find.

His stare, raw and wild, was pure wolf.

So, I scooped him up. Molded him from the ground up.

Ten years. That’s all it took for Sebastian to morph from a gutter rat into the city’s golden boy, its most sought-after CEO.

For the longest time, I genuinely believed Sebastian was my masterpiece.

Until that fateful day. A bratty little girl, smug as you please, stopped my ride.

She casually placed a hand on her swollen belly, hit play on a recorder, and asked, “Sebastian, who do you like more—me or that old hag?”

Then, a voice I knew way too well, dripping with disdain: “Just some aging woman. All these years, what I’ve loathed most is her condescending attitude.”

A smile played on my lips. Looks like Sebastian had conveniently forgotten his days of begging like a stray.

The next day, a gift-wrapped box arrived on his doorstep. Inside? A bloody, lifeless fetus.

His eyes blazed, pure inferno. A gun found its way to my forehead. He snarled each word like a curse, “Lilith.”

I took a slow sip of my coffee, cool as ice. “Seems Mr. Lawrence has a memory lapse regarding my… methods.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his voice a low growl. “You think I won’t pull the trigger?”

He wasn’t that pathetic waif anymore. Those years clawing their way to the top had chiseled him into something sharp and dangerous.

I just gave him a little shake of my head, a faint smile still on my face. “If I were you, I wouldn’t waste breath on threats.”

Sebastian froze. Then, a whisper of sound from the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

He spun around, his expression shattering.

There she was, dangling from the 72nd floor, hands bound, her white gown billowing like a tattered flag. A sheer drop to oblivion yawned beneath her.

“I’d be cautious if I were you,” I purred, the gun still a chilling pressure against my temple. “If your hand happens to slip and I’m gone, your little darling downstairs gets… well, pulverized. One life gone… only one now, though.”

The girl’s sobs were pathetic. “Sebastian, save me!”

His eyes, bloodshot and wild, finally flicked the safety catch. “Lilith, how dare you!”

My security detail moved in like shadows.

The air crackled with unspoken violence, a storm about to break.

But with a dismissive flick of my wrist, I waved them back. “Stand down.”

Then, without even looking, I drew a hidden dagger and plunged it deep into Sebastian’s gut.

He gasped, a guttural sound of pain, but the gun pressed harder against my skin.

“Enjoying yourself?” I murmured, my voice soft, intimate.

Sebastian’s face was a mask of pure ice. “Are you satisfied? Now let her go.”

Chapter 2 - The Ghost of Eve

Amaya's different from you. She's just some innocent babe who knows zilch.

Sebastian's goons showed up faster than a speeding bullet and snatched Amaya.

Honestly, I never really meant to hurt her anyway.

Watching Sebastian coo sweet nothings to the girl cradled in his arms, like she was some delicate, priceless artifact, I just felt… meh. So over it.

He used to hold me like that too—right after our enemies ripped away our baby, leaving me barren forever.

That was a fully-baked baby girl, we'd named her Eve.

Sebastian went all out for Eve, dropping serious coin on a gold statue in her memory.

He told me, "Lilith, our child will surely find peace in the afterlife."

He wanted a never-ending parade of worshippers, all praying for Eve, stacking up blessings for her.

I asked him once, "Why all the drama?"

Sebastian, looking like a homeless lumberjack but with pure grit in his eyes, said:

"Because Eve is the only kid I'm ever gonna get in this lifetime."

Now, I'm staring at the gift box on Sebastian's desk.

Sebastian, you reneged on your word. But no sweat—I'll jog your memory.

When the girl finally stopped her waterworks, she glared at me, eyes puffy and radiating pure hate:

"Sebastian, it's her! That witch killed our baby!"

But Sebastian's face went dark.

He ran a hand through her hair, his voice eerily chill, "You've gone too far."

Amaya's sobs choked in her throat.

She had no clue that ever since we lost Eve, no one around us dared breathe a word about anything related to kids.

That pain? It's a ghost that'll forever haunt Sebastian and me.

Nobody spilled the tea to Amaya. She just kept wailing, her cries enough to shatter anyone's soul.

Sebastian scooped up her limp body, bulldozed past me, and stomped out.

"Lilith, I'll remember this." I just never saw Sebastian's payback coming in hot and fast.

Listening to my subordinate's update, I absently stroked the cat on my lap.

"Mr. Lawrence outbid us, double the price for the southern estate."

"Mr. Lawrence has been low-key chatting up shareholders, trying to snag their shares."

"Mr. Lawrence… had the cathedral built for little Eve demolished."

My grip tightened, and the cat let out a yelp of pain, curling into a ball of fear in my arms.

"Say that again?"

I kept my face blank.

My assistant gritted his teeth, "Mr. Lawrence demolished the cathedral. He said he's gonna build an amusement park for that home-wrecker! Construction kicked off this morning!"

Crash!

I chucked the coffee cup next to me. It exploded into shards.

My assistant immediately bowed his head, "I'll handle it right now!"

I raised my hand, "I'll go myself."

By the time I rolled up, half the cathedral was already rubble.

Amaya was clutching a balloon, bouncing around, barking orders at the workers:

"Clear that spot properly! And over here—Sebastian, I want a carousel right here!"