Chapter 6 Blood Roses
On the night I was trampled, with the substantial amount of money I brought back, my mother and sister were overjoyed, and their attitude towards me changed.
Realizing that to maintain this superficially harmonious family atmosphere, I needed more money, I began to cater to men who could provide me with opportunities, becoming numb to the envy and mockery around me.
Relying on those men who coveted my beauty, my wealth grew.
I gave all this money to my mother and moved out, renting a small apartment for myself.
The vase on the living room table was filled with blood-red roses, and Mr. Galer had someone deliver red roses punctually every three days.
I had a secret hobby.
I enjoyed running my fingers over the rose petals and then moving downward, letting the thorns on the stem pierce into my fingertips.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
Since the night of my violation in my youth, although I roamed among men, I only gave them a taste and fiercely guarded my last line of defense.
The unattainable is always in turmoil, and the favored are always fearless.
Every man who approached me carried a kind of decayed odor, making me disgusted and instilling fear deep within me.