The Belated Truth novel

That Scott girl? Calvin Luke has almost tortured her to death.
That's what everyone in the circle says.
He hated me so much he grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall, his knuckles digging into the bone of my jaw.
Nancy Scott, you owe me for life.
His hatred was realso intense it destroyed me and tore my whole family apart.
Three years later, when he finally learned the truth, he completely lost his mind.
Calvin Luke's hate for me ran deep to the bone; everyone in our circle knew it.
When he kicked open our door, my dad was sitting at the rosewood table, signing the final partnership contract.
The pen's tip had just touched the paper when the door slammed open with a bang, sending wood chips flying into my freshly brewed tea.
He stormed over, grabbed my dad by the collar, and slammed him against the wall; the tiles thudded loudly.
"Come with me! My dad's dying in the ICU!"
My mom screamed and lunged forward, but he shoved her back onto the sofa with a harsh push.
"Get lost! The Scott Family owes the Luke Family, and today they're paying up!"
I dropped the teacup and rushed to shield my dad, my ankle stinging from the glass shards.
"Calvin Luke! This isn't the way things really are!"
He bent down, grabbed my hair, and forced my head onto the floor, his nails digging into my scalp.
"Nancy Scott, your father killed my father, and I'm going to settle this score with your family once and for all!"
My dad struggled to get up, but suddenly a crushing pain hit his chest. Clutching his heart, his face turned pale in an instant.
A few days later, news came that Calvin's father had died despite all efforts. On the same day, the Scott Group's bankruptcy made the evening news headline.
My dad was rushed to the hospital with a sudden heart attack, and the bills piled up like mountains at the nurse's station.
Behind my back, my mom called Calvin, and I hid outside the hospital room, overhearing her crying and begging:
"Calvin, please, just let us go, Michael is on the brink of death..."
All I got on the other end of the phone was a busy signal.
When I came back home, the living room was empty except for a photo of my brother and me, and on the table lay a note from my mom:
"Nancy, I took Mike with me. Take care of yourself."
The streetlight streamed through the window, blurring the handwriting, and my hands trembled uncontrollably as I clutched the note.
That night, Calvin Luke's Bentley was parked downstairs.
He came up to me, mockery glinting in his eyes:
"Your parents ran away."
"What did you do to them?"
I lunged at him to hit him, but he grabbed my wrist so hard it hurt.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered:
"Don't worry, I'll keep them here to torment slowly, to make my dad's death avenged."
That night, he shoved me into the car and drove me out to a courtyard in the countryside.
The iron gate slammed shut; every day he came, watching me through the bars like I was some caged animal.
"Your dad got blocked by debt collectors again today. The hospital said if he doesn't pay, they'll stop his medication."
He leaned casually against the railing.
I grabbed the railing so tightly my palms turned red.
"Calvin Luke! Let me see him!"
"Get down on your knees and beg me."
He pulled out the keys and swung them in front of my eyes.
With a thud, I knelt on the concrete floor, my knees aching from the impact.
"I beg you, please spare my father's life."

He turned and walked away.
"Nancy Scott, you truly disgust me."
Through gritted teeth, I repeated: "Please, save my father."
"Get up."
He kicked the railing.
"Looking at you makes me feel like I'm dirtying my own ground."
The next afternoon, a stranger arrived with news.
"Mr. Luke said your younger brother's leg was broken, and no one is taking care of him at the hospital."
My vision went black, and I nearly collapsedMike Scott was only fifteen. He still brought me strawberry-flavored lollipops every day; he's innocent!
That night, Calvin Luke came. I grabbed the bottom of his suit jacket through the railing:
"Calvin Luke! You monster. My brother is innocent!"
My nails almost dug into his pants:
"He's only fifteen; he doesn't even know who your father is! Come at melet him go!"
He shook me off, and the back of his hand slammed painfully against the railing:
"Let him go? When your dad pushed my dad to the brink of death, did you ever think about letting him off?"
"That was an accident! The police said it was an allergic reaction to medication! The hospital has recordsgo check!"
My voice trembled as I shouted.
He suddenly shoved me into a dead tree:
"Accident? Your dad and my dad had a long-standing grudge, and with a life lost, you think he can just get away?"
"He was framed! Your dad's car accident back then was tampered with!" I got up and grabbed his arm.
"Smack!"
The slap left half my face numb, my ear buzzing loudly.
"Framed?"
His eyes were filled with contempt:
"Do you think I'm stupid? From today on, you must never say that again."
He leaned down, staring me in the eye:
"Want to save your family? Then spend your whole life kneeling right here before me, confessing. When I decide I've had enough, maybe I'll spare them."
"You lunatic! You'll get what's coming to you!"
I screamed.
"What do you mean, 'you'll get what's coming to you'?"
He grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to look up.
"Every day I see your face, I remember my dad's last look in the ICU. Nancy Scott, I'm suffering, and your whole family won't get away with it."
"Kill me! Stop torturing my family!"
"Killing you is way too easy."
He smiled with cruel satisfaction:
"I want you to watch them screwed one by one, to taste a life worse than death."
Three days later, he tossed the discharge slip in front of me:
"Your dad didn't have the money to pay, so the hospital threw him out."
"That's impossible! My mom said she's working on it!"
"Your mom can hardly keep herself safe."
He deliberately paused:
"Your dad was beaten by debt collectors right after he left the hospital. He's still lying in the alley, completely ignored."
I crawled over, grabbed his pant leg, bowing my head until a swelling on my forehead burst and bled:
"Calvin Luke, I beg you, please save him! I'll agree to anything you want!"

He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.
"Take off your clothes and please me. If you do it well enough to satisfy me, I'll find a good hospital for your dad."
My blood ran cold in an instant, cold wind creeping in through the crack of the iron gate.
He turned to leave, and I forced the words out of my throat: "I'll do that."
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes scanned me with judgment and mockery, but his breathing grew heavier.
His hand touched my shoulder, burning hot and making me shrink awaybut then he suddenly pushed me away.
"Get lost! Just looking at your face makes me sick!"
He staggered backward:
"I must be crazyhow could I be interested in someone like you?"
He straightened his shirt, his voice icy cold:
"My fiancee is Wendy Shawn, the heiress of the Shawn Family. We're a perfect match. Someone like you only deserves to crawl in the mud."
The iron gate slammed shut behind me; the yard was left with only me.
I curled up, buttoning my shirt tightly as silent tears streamed down my face.
At dusk, Wendy Shawn stepped in wearing high heels, her white dress making her look especially delicate.
"So, you're Nancy Scott?"
She grabbed my shoulder with such force it hurt.
"You're nothing special. How could Calvin Luke ever want someone as you?"
"There's nothing going on between me and him." I turned my head away.
"Nothing?"
She laughed harshly, then suddenly slapped me, blood instantly trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Your mom's dead. She jumped off a bridge yesterday. They couldn't even recover the body."
"No! You're lying! My mom can't be dead!"
I struggled, trying to fight back.
She pulled out her phone and opened the news.
"She left a note saying she was sorry to you, telling you to live well. But sadly, your life is just a burden."
She leaned in close to my ear, her voice merciless:
"It was my dad who sabotaged Mr. Luke's surgery back then; the allergy report was forged by us, and we framed your dad simply because you stood in the way of the Shawn Family."
"And your brother I had his leg broken."
"You're a monster!"
She shoved me away, and the back of my head slammed against the railing, bruising badly.
"Only when you're dead will Calvin Luke be able to let go of the past."
She looked down on me:
"Don't you love your family? Only death can set them free."
After she left, I stared at the dead tree and the leftover rope in the yard.
Mom died, my brother broke his leg, Dad had no one to care for himlife truly had lost all meaning.
I tied the rope to a branch, stood on tiptoe, and slipped the noose over my headif I died, I'd be free.
I died, just as Wendy Shawn wanted.
For these three years, I've been drifting around Calvin Luke, like some obsession I couldn't let go.
That day, at his villa, I saw Mike Scott.
He'd grown a lot, so thin his sharp chin looked almost pointed, leaning on a single crutch in the living room:
"Calvin Luke, my sister has been missing for three years."
Calvin Luke clenched a cigar between his fingers, his eyes bloodshot:
"Back then, she hurt Wendy so badly! She took the Luke Family's money and ran. So what if she is missing?"
"My sister isn't that kind of person! Wendy Shawn lied to you!"
Mike Scott's crutch struck the floor sharply.

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