"Savannah, from this day forward, Tristan is your husband. Remember to support each other and stay together down there... The Martinez family will remember you for a lifetime, so go in peace!" Savannah Evans felt weak and powerless as she was forced into the double coffin, fear instantly coursing through her veins.
Were these people insane?!
Not only had they married her off to a deceased man for money, but now they expected her to be buried alive as a sacrifice!
She was not willing to accept this fate! She was still young and had not yet discovered the truth behind her mother's death. She refused to die like this!
After dedicating nine years to studying medicine, her own father had deceived her. She had just returned from the countryside when she was drugged and forced by her malicious stepmother and father to marry a dead man on behalf of her stepsister.
If it weren't for her unusually strong constitution, she would still be in a coma, oblivious to how she met her demise.
The coffin slowly descended, inch by inch, until all light vanished.
She glared at the closing lid, her hatred reaching its peak.
If there was a next life, she vowed to seek revenge!
"Click." The coffin was sealed shut.
Despair washed over her, but before she could close her eyes, she heard a distinct sound of breathing in the darkness.
Her scalp tingled with fear.
There were only two people in this coffin. One alive, and one dead.
Who else could be breathing beside her?!
She turned her head, but the darkness revealed nothing.
Yet, the breathing persisted. With her extensive knowledge in medicine and martial arts, her senses were sharp, and she knew she hadn't misheard it!
The coffin suddenly shifted.
"Raise the coffin..." someone outside sang, the eerie melody sending shivers down her spine.
She couldn't waste another moment, or she would be buried alive!
Savannah immediately lunged forward, reaching out to the man beside her.
Huh? He felt warm?
And there was a faint heartbeat and pulse!
He was still alive!
Hope ignited within Savannah.
If he was alive, then the burial plan was foiled! She had a chance to escape if she saved him!
She retrieved a silver needle but hesitated in the darkness.
It was too dim to see the acupoint.
In the next second, the coffin jerked violently.
"Thump!" It hit the ground.
It was too late. The coffin had fallen into the pit, and once the soil filled, it would be the end of them!
Savannah urgently felt the man's body and began acupuncturing.
Her fingers encountered a solid, powerful physique. She suppressed the heat on her face and continued her acupuncturing, one after another.
However, the process drained her both mentally and physically, and the sealed coffin lacked oxygen. As she worked, the man's body temperature rose.
No, she needed to cool him down!
Savannah gritted her teeth and apologized, "I'm sorry, this is necessary treatment, not intentional offense!"
Then, she tore open his clothes.
A ripping sound echoed, revealing his bare chest. In that moment, she looked up and locked eyes with him.
"You're awake?" she exclaimed with joy, but her vision blurred.
She swayed and lost consciousness completely.
...
When she regained consciousness, Savannah's vision was blurry, and a headscarf covered her eyes.
Something restrained her, leaving her weak and unable to move.
Had she already died?
Where was she? Hell? Or perhaps, heaven?
"Mr. Martinez!"
"Mr. Martinez!"
A respectful voice echoed in her dazed state.
Confused, Savannah ceased her futile struggles.
"Click." The door opened silently.
Then, slow footsteps approached, each one weighing on her heart.
Through the hazy white, she glimpsed a figure blocking the light.
Savannah's breath hitched, and her fingers tightened around the bedsheet.
Who was he? Human or ghost?
"Hey, sister-in-law, don't be afraid. I'm Thiago Martinez," he reassured as he walked closer, casually lifting Savannah's veil.
In an instant, she recognized her surroundings. There was a vintage charm, both understated and luxurious. It felt oddly familiar, as if she had been here before. Even a bowl of medicine sat on the tea table.
Suddenly, it hit her. This was the room where she had been forced into a coffin!
Fear gripped her heart as she realized she was back in the Martinez family's clutches.
Savannah's worry turned into anger, and she glared fiercely at the man before her.
But as she looked at him, she froze.
