My Boyfriend Married Me to Avenge His Sister’s Death novel

After my boyfriend's younger sister was raped and took her own life, I learned the truth. But instead of speaking out, I stayed silent.
His parents were on their knees, pleading with me and begging me to speak up.
But I refused. Coldly. Without hesitation.
When reporters showed up at my door, I chased them away, brandishing a kitchen knife.
And yet, despite everything, my boyfriend, Zachary Mitchell, didnt leave me.
Even though his family was furious, even though they pleaded with him to abandon me, he still chose to marry me.
After the wedding, everything changed.
He began his revenge.
Day after day, he tortured me, bringing others into our home, forcing me to experience the same horrors his sister had endured.

Six years later, my body had reached its breaking point.
Using his familys vast fortune, Zachary subjected me to a memory trial.
Joanne, youre not even human! someone shouted. Zoey treated you so well, and you did this to her!
I lay in the hospital bed, struggling to breathe, relying on the machine to help me.
My body was too heavy, too broken, to fight back.
Stop pretending to be pitiful! another voice accused. You protected the murderer! Everything thats happening to you now, you deserve it!
I felt the cold metal of the memory-extracting machine being connected to my body.
With the last of my strength, I turned my head to look at Zachary.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I weakly shook my head.
Zachary sneered at me. Dont bother struggling. Now you regret it? Too late. Do you even understand how much Zoey suffered back then? Why didnt you speak up? You deserve to die.
He looked at me as though I were nothing but dirt. They say this memory extractor causes pain equal to being electrocuted to death. Lets see how it feels, shall we?
The trial took place in Springfields largest hall, a massive venue packed with twenty thousand people and broadcast live nationwide.
Zoeys case had shocked the entire country.
The police had taken it seriously, but since I refused to speak, the case went cold and was eventually ruled a suicide.
Zacharys parents were there, too.
They had once disowned him for marrying me, but when they learned he was doing all this for their dead daughter, their anger shifted to grief.
Zacharys mother, Aunt Mary, pointed at me and screamed, You vile woman! A cursed witch! All these years, and you still refuse to tell us who the monster was! Did you feed your conscience to the dogs?
Her husband, Uncle John Mitchell, held her trembling hand.
They had aged so quickly, grief hollowing them out.
Although Zoey had been adopted, they had raised her as their own flesh and blood.
I had met Zachary in high school. We were young, in love, and inseparable.
Meanwhile, his sister Zoey was still in middle school then. Shed follow me around, calling me 'sis' in that sweet, playful way.
Zachary would laugh and let her be.
Now, as I sat in that hall, the audience below was filled with righteous fury.
Someone hurled an egg at me. It struck my forehead, splattering warm, stinking yolk across my face.
Security rushed to calm the crowd so the trial could continue.
The machine powered on.
Thousands of fine needles pierced my scalp and skin.
My pupils dilated as broken sounds escaped my throat. The pain tore through me, shattering what little strength I had left.
Zachary stood by, smirking, watching my suffering with not a hint of mercy.
When the doctor saw that I might faint, he quickly prepared a sedative to ease the pain. But Zachary grabbed the syringe from his hands and replaced it with a stimulant.
This could kill her, the doctor warned softly. She might not survive the session
Use it, Zachary cut him off coldly.
The drug entered my veins.
My body convulsed, trembling.
The pain dulled just enough for me to remain conscious.
Memories flooded my mind as the audience below echoed curses and jeers.
On the giant screen, my memories started to play.
The first image that appeared was Zachary, sitting alone in front of a funeral altar, his back turned toward me.

This was Zoeys funeral hall.
The room was covered in white curtains, and in the middle was Zoeys photoher bright smile frozen against a black-and-white backdrop that felt unsettling, as if even in that smile, something was terribly wrong.
A few lilies lay in the coffin, encircled by a ring of daisies, her favorite flowers.
In the photo, Zachary looked noticeably thinner, a shadow of his former self. His body seemed so fragile that it might break with the slightest touch.
Everything was shown from my point of view.
I stepped forward, wanting to comfort him, reaching out to place my hand on his shoulder. But before I could touch him, he violently threw me off.
The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. I didnt know how to start or how to explain everything that had happened.
Zachary suddenly turned, grabbed my hair, and yanked me toward Zoeys coffin.
Youre hurting me, Zach, I gasped.
I clutched at his hand, desperately trying to break free, kicking my legs with all the strength I had left. But Zachary didnt even flinch.
With one swift motion, he hurled me in front of the coffin.
My forehead slammed against its edge, and warm blood began to seep out.
How dare you come to Zoeys funeral? he roared. What face do you have to stand here in front of her?! When the police questioned you, why didnt you speak up? The surveillance footage clearly shows your back! Who are you protecting?
I trembled, staring at him, but no words came out.
The scene began to blur, and the crowd watching grew more agitated.
Shes just pretending! She wants us to see her suffer at Zacharys hands so well pity herugh! What a scheming bitch!
She deserves to die!
Their insults echoed as the scene shifted again.
Now, it was our wedding day.
When Zachary and I announced our marriage, it sparked a big controversy in Springfield. Those who had once been close to Zoey turned against him, accusing him of betraying her memory and marrying someone like mea woman they considered toxic.
On the day of the wedding, the car was vandalized.
A group of masked people, rallying in Zoeys name, had organized the destruction.
Fortunately, nothing worse happened, and the ceremony went on without further incident.
I was happy that day.
Looking back, I realized how foolish I had been and how naive I was to believe Zacharys words.
The wedding wasnt extravagant; most guests were his subordinates, attending only because of his pressure.
Still, I felt happy that day, even though I never fully understood why.
On the big screen, a single tear slid down and fell onto our wedding rings.
When I looked up, Zachary was smiling gently at me.
There was no formal officiant, no extravagant ceremonyjust a simple exchange. But for me, it was enough. I knew he didnt want to spend his life with me or grow old together. Still, I held on to the illusion.
Then, the scene cut abruptly.
I was now in our basement, with my wrists tightly shackled to the cold floor.
Zachary sat beside me. The tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by an icy, merciless resolve.
What are you hiding? he demanded.
I closed my eyes, tears sliding silently down my face, unable to answer.
If you wont talk, he said, his voice sharp and cold as a blade, then Ill make you understand real pain.
He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and then pressed the burning tip against my skin.
A scream tore from my throat as the stench of burning flesh filled the air.
Dizziness washed over me. I didnt know if it was the pain or the exhaustion overtaking me, but I felt the heat of the cigarette again.
My mouth opened, yet no sound escaped.
The audiences words were filthy, cruel, and venomous, but they were nothing compared to what I had already gone through. Their cruelty no longer had the power to hurt me.
Maybe death would be a kind of release.
I bit down hard on my tongue, the metallic taste of blood spreading through my mouth.

"Somethings wrong... she's trying to commit suicide!" the doctor shouted.
Zachary sat beside me, his grip tightening around my neck as he forced my mouth open.
Blood surged out, choking me as I gasped for air.
So this is how far youll go to protect him?
Zacharys eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding in fury.
The doctor hurried over, attempting to tend to my wound, but the struggle had already sapped most of my strength. I could do nothing but lie there, helpless, completely at Zachary's mercy.
I managed to give Zachary a faint smile, and the effect was instant. His anger flared, and the crowd below started to stir, their voices filled with righteous fury.
Shes too arrogant! How dare such scum still live!
Die, you bitch!
The hall erupted in noise, but the giant screen flickered again, revealing a new scene.
It was during our high school days, sitting at desks and chairs that seemed like relics from a past era.
With my backpack over my shoulder, Zachary and I left the classroom and headed toward the middle school section.
After standing at the school gates for a while, we heard a cheerful voice calling out to us.
Zach! Sis! Im here!
Zoey skipped toward us, her backpack bouncing as she caught my arm.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lollipop.
I knew you were the best, Sis! Zoey beamed with joy, her eyes lighting up.
Stop saying that, I teased, my face turning red with embarrassment.
The crowd stirred at the sight.
Aunt Mary broke down completely, sobbing so hard she could barely speak.
Zoey was such a good child! Why cant you just tell us who hurt her? she wailed. Why couldnt you let Zoey rest in peace? My poor child! You you dont deserve to live!
Aunt Mary sobbed uncontrollably, her voice heavy with grief, while the people in the audience looked visibly moved.
Although their father, Uncle John, had seen many tragedies and usually kept his composure, witnessing his beloved wife break down like that caused him to falter.
He pulled his wife into his arms, whispering comforting words, but his eyes turned to me, filled with unmistakable hatred.
The memory on the screen continued.
After school, Zoey and I went to our secret spotan abandoned park near the school with a small creek running through it.
Wed set up a tent there, a place almost no one knew about. We often went there to buy snacks, grill food, and have little picnics, away from the world.
Seeing this on the screen, the audience collectively gasped.
This was the very place where Zoeys tragedy had occurred.
When the case was first opened to search for clues, this spot was mentioned, but unfortunately, no useful evidence was found.
The place had been abandoned for too long.
Zachary broke down in tears, unable to hold it together any longer.
Its all my fault," he cried out. "If I hadnt taken Zoey to that place, everything wouldve been different.
But then his gaze shifted to me.
Zoey loved you so much! How could you be so heartless, Joanne? Is your heart made of stone?!
He punched the bed railing with all his might, as if somehow doing so would release the anger burning inside him.
Tears from Zachary fell onto my hand.
I could feel their heat, their sting.
I I tried, Zach, I whispered, my voice barely audible, exhausted.
Tried? You call this trying? Youre shielding a murderer! Youre breaking the law! Youre helping him escape justice! Zachary screamed, his emotions spiraling out of control.
I closed my eyes, and the memory of that sunny girl flooded back. Her smile was so warm, it seemed able to melt even the coldest glaciers.
Mr. Mitchell...
The doctor beside us tried to speak, but hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Zachary shot him a cold glance.
The doctor involuntarily shivered, his body tensing in fear.
Say it," Zachary ordered.
Shes shes resisting, the doctor stammered. She's avoiding that part of her memory deliberately.
Zachary's lips curved into a cold, twisted smile.
Good, he said softly. Very good.
"Then increase the current," Zachary said coldly. "I want to see just how tough her bones really are."
The doctor hesitated for a moment, but then he obeyed Zacharys command.
Electricity surged through my head and limbs, and slowly, I began to lose all sensation. It felt as if my body was shutting down.
I knew my time was running out.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay silent, not letting a single sound escape.
Who the hell are you protecting?! Zachary roared, his voice thick with rage.
I opened my eyes, tears clouding my vision.
Through him, I thought I saw that bright, sunny boy I once knew.
"I... I can't say," I whispered weakly.
Zacharys face darkened, his eyes growing colder. He stood up, walking toward me, towering above.
"If you wont speak, I have my ways. Zoey endured more pain than this. What youre going through is nothing."

I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him, silently praying in my heart.
'Let this end quickly.'
The current intensified, and my body was on the edge of collapse.
Just as I thought I couldnt bear it any longer, a sharp adrenaline shot was thrust into my veins.
My numb body suddenly came to life.
The pain that followed felt like being crushed by a steamroller.
Cold sweat soaked through the sheets of the hospital bed.
Zachary stood there, cold and indifferent, watching as I suffered, his eyes fixated on finding the truth from years ago and seeking justice for Zoey.
"Joanne," he said, his tone flat, you brought this on yourself. Youve kept Zoey from resting all these years. This is what you owe her."
Finally, in the last second, the screen flickered and began to play again.
In the dimly lit underground room, I curled up in a corner, my body trembling.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
A group of men entered, and the last to walk in was Zachary.
So you really wont talk? he asked, his voice cold as ice. Theyve all got something wrong with them, one way or another. Im giving you one last chance.
I shook my head desperately, tears streaming down my face.
"No, no, its not like that. I really cant say. Zach, you have to believe me. I have my reasons."
Zachary stepped forward, his fingers tightening around my chin.
"What reason could be more important than Zoeys life? Tell me!" he demanded.
When I didnt answer, his expression turned cold.
"Fine. Since you refuse to speak, Ill let them... take care of you."
Zachary turned and left, leaving me with the group of disgusting men.
No matter how much I cried or screamed, he didnt look back.
They tore at my clothes. Their foul breath and drool stuck to my skin. My wrists were tied, and there was no fighting back, no escape.
Since our marriage, Zachary had never physically touched me. Instead, he had allowed these vile men he invited into our home to do so.
He hired people to watch over me, terrified I might try to end my life. He wanted me to slowly perish from the torment.
The audience below was divided.
One side cursed me, saying I deserved this, while the other condemned Zacharys actions as a violation of the law.
The room was filled with chaotic uproar.
Zachary only sneered. "So you still care about your purity now? Did you ever think about how desperate Zoey was back then? Did you ever care about her dignity?! If you had spoken up earlier, would Zoey have killed herself?!"
I bit my lip, holding back the pain that threatened to escape, my heart consumed by despair.
I I cant tell you, I said again, my voice trembling but firm.
A faint, twisted smile tugged at Zacharys lips, as if my suffering brought him some dark pleasure.
Youre still such a fool, he muttered, his voice thick with disdain. Do you really think staying silent will save you now?
Zachary then signaled to the doctor.
The current surged once more. My body convulsed violently from the pain, but I still didnt break.
"You... you cant do this to me. Youll regret it," I managed to croak, the words barely escaping my lips.
"You should be the one regretting," Zachary said.
He then turned and strode toward the control console.
"Increase the power to the maximum, no matter the consequences."
"Mr. Mitchell, she... she could die at this intensity if we continue..."
"Didn't you hear me?!" Zacharys shout rang through the room, instantly silencing everyone.
A man who became the wealthiest person in Springfield at such a young age had an intimidating presenceone that no one could overlook.
The doctor wiped cold sweat from his forehead, reluctantly adjusting the power to its highest setting.
The giant screen didnt stop for the interruption; the footage kept playing, complex and jagged, until it froze on a new scene.
In the image, I was walking through the grass in the same abandoned park.
My voice echoed softly, muttering to myself.
It looked like it was just before dusk.
"Strange... I remember walking down this path, but why can't I find it?"
The girl in the scene looked downward, as if she were searching for something on the ground.
Suddenly, a rustling sound beside her made her look up in a flash. In that brief instant, a young man appeared in the framehis long hair flowing, clad in a black leather jacket.

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