One Night With The Devil, No Way Out

At the edge of the city, inside an abandoned factory, Justine Bailey sat bound to a chair, unable to move a single inch.

Only a few steps away, her husband, Jared Nelson, stood beside her adopted sister, Chloe Bailey, as though they had planned everything together.

The sight before her left no room for doubt. In that instant, she realized the two people she had trusted the most had joined forces to betray her.

Catching the anger blazing in Justine's eyes, Chloe let out a smug laugh.

With a knife in hand, she strolled forward at an unhurried pace, her smile growing colder with every step.

"Don't look at me like that, Justine," she said with a mocking sneer. "You can't create anything valuable anymore, so you're no longer worth keeping alive. I'll be kind enough to send you where Mom and Dad are waiting."

Those words shattered Justine's composure. Her eyes flew wide as shock swept across her face.

"So it was you? You murdered Mom, Dad... and my brother?"

Chloe scoffed as if the answer were obvious.

"Of course. Was that so hard to figure out? My company is already listed on the stock market, so your family has outlived its usefulness. Why would I waste resources keeping dead weight around? Besides, once you are all gone, every asset your family owns will belong to me."

Each confession struck harder than the last, leaving Justine trembling from head to toe.

She had brought a wolf into her own home. Because of her blind trust, her parents and brother had all lost their lives.

The guilt crushed her until she felt she deserved every bit of pain that came her way.

She fixed Jared and Chloe with a murderous glare, wishing she could rip them to pieces with her own hands.

"I won't let either of you escape this!" she screamed, throwing all her strength against the ropes binding her. "You monsters! You will answer for everything you have done! If I die today, I'll crawl back from hell to drag both of you down with me!"

Her bloodshot eyes burned with such terrifying hatred that she looked less like a living person and more like a ghost consumed by vengeance.

Chloe, who had already been feeling a bit uneasy, felt a chill race down her spine. Her fingers trembled so badly that the knife nearly slipped from her grasp.

After forcing herself to calm down, she charged at Justine without warning and drove the knife into her.

"Ah!" Justine cried out as unbearable pain exploded through her body.

The darkness closed in around her, and the last thing she thought she saw were her parents smiling gently at her, while her brother wore the same playful grin he always had.

If she ever got another chance... she would definitely make Chloe and Jared pay for what they had done. She would make their lives a living nightmare!

***

"Ugh..."

A sudden ache spread through Justine's lower body, and the unfamiliar sensation made her cry out.

Her senses returned little by little. Fighting through the haze, she slowly lifted her eyelids.

Hovering over her was a naked man whose face was hidden behind a mask.

Although his face remained a mystery, his broad shoulders, sculpted frame, and commanding presence made one thing perfectly clear. Whoever he was, he was very attractive.

Even so, Justine had no interest in admiring him. Her heart pounded far too violently for that.

She quickly turned her face aside, breaking away from the kiss, before her gaze landed on the phone resting on the bedside table.

The date on the screen struck her like lightning.

Three years ago!

She had returned to the past.

It was one week before her wedding to Jared.

Her desperate wish had truly come true. Everything could still be changed if she acted now.

This time, she wouldn't just save the Bailey family from their tragic fate. She would make sure Chloe and Jared tasted every bit of the torment they had forced upon her in her previous life.

The fury burning inside her was interrupted when the man on top of her suddenly smacked her lightly on the backside.

"Am I not giving you a good time?" he asked with a teasing chuckle. "You're being intimate with me, yet your attention is somewhere else."

A faint smile touched Justine's lips. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her voice a captivating purr. "Why don't you try harder to get all my attention?"

In her previous life, Jared had occupied every corner of her heart.

So, when she woke up drunk in the wrong room and realized she had lost her virginity to a stranger, she struggled hard—so much so that the man cut things short in frustration.

But this time, things would be different. Rather than resisting the man, she intended to enjoy this intimacy and betray Jared completely.

The man had endless stamina. He never seemed to tire, and the night slipped away before she even realized how many times he had claimed her...

The shrill ringing of her phone pulled Justine from her sleep the following morning.

The mysterious man had already disappeared without a trace, leaving behind nothing except a black card resting neatly on the bedside table.

An amused smile appeared on Justine's face. How considerate of him.

Judging from how casually he had left, this clearly wasn't unfamiliar to him. But she didn't mind that. After all, he did give her an unforgettable night of passion.

The memories of the previous night flashed through her mind, drawing a quiet chuckle from her before she reached for her phone.

The caller ID displayed a name she knew all too well—Jared.

She remembered this exact call from her previous life. Back then, the first thing he had wanted was for her to transfer every skincare patent she owned into his hands.

Burdened by guilt over what she believed was an unforgivable mistake, she had signed everything over without hesitation.

After that, every formula she had developed ended up in Chloe Cosmetics, the company owned by Chloe.

Looking back now, Justine couldn't help laughing at how foolish she had been. With a faint, bitter smile, she answered the call.

Just as she had expected, Jared said the exact same thing from her memory.

"Justine, I've already sent the paperwork. Just sign it. Once we're married, I don't want you wearing yourself out with work anymore."

This time, however, Justine had no intention of giving him the same answer.

Her tone carried the relaxed ease of someone in an exceptionally good mood.

"Tell me something, Jared," she said evenly. "What exactly makes you think you're worthy of marrying me?"