Thrown Into A Mental Hospital By Her Four Brothers and Her Fiancé!

On the day when they knew about Sharon Moore's death, my four brothers and my fiancé Jason Ford jointly threw me into a mental hospital.

My four brothers scolded me for being evilhearted, and my fiancé asked me to die.

All the evidence pointed to me, and everyone thought that I was the one who killed Sharon.

They broke my wrist bones, dragged me to the basement, and asked me to lick the food on the ground.

Even so, they still felt that it was not enough.

I was fed drugs and thrown into a mental hospital, where the dean humiliated me and the patients bullied me.

Later, Sharon returned, and they realized they had wronged me.

They took me home, but I was once again framed and tortured by Sharon.

I didn't want to ask for their forgiveness anymore. Instead, I wanted to pay my life back to them.

However, they regretted it.

I was sent to a mental hospital by my four brothers and my fiancé Jason.

All the evidence pointed to me being the one who killed their most beloved woman, Sharon.

To take revenge on me, they broke my wrist bones and asked me to stand in front of Sharon's photo to atone for my sins to her.

I was starved for three days.

Lying on the ground humbly, I begged my four brothers to give me something to eat.

They sneered and dragged me to the basement, throwing food and water on the ground.

My eldest brother Bruce Moore sneered, "If you want to eat it, just lick it."

The strong desire to survive forced me to give up all my dignity.

I wanted to live.

Only by that could I prove that I was not a murderer.

I was innocent...

But before I could recover my strength, they thought of a crueler way to torture me.

My fourth brother Luis Moore said coldly, "It's too good to keep her locked up like this. Let's give her some medicine and throw her into a mental hospital."

They all agreed.

My second brother Xander Moore got some drugs and forced me to eat them for three days in a row.

Under the effects of the drugs, I became excited and crazy.

My third brother Ben Moore looked at me with disgust. "Joyce, you killed Sharon and should pay with your life. You are so cruel! We are Sharon's brothers. We must teach you a lesson!"

I was in pain all over and couldn't stop shaking.

My tears fell in despair.

I thought, "Ben, I am your biological sister!"

Half a year ago, my parents did a paternity test and found out that Sharon was not their biological daughter.

I, the daughter of their nanny, was their real daughter.

For more than ten years, my adoptive mother always beat and scolded me, but she gave toys and beautiful dresses to Sharon.

I cried and asked her many times whether I was her biological child.

Every time my adoptive mother heard this, she would get angry and beat me even harder.

Later, I returned to my biological parents, and I thought I could feel the warmth of my family.

But unexpectedly, I fell into another hell.

My biological parents frowned when they saw me for the first time.

They didn't like the scars all over my body from the abuse, nor did they like my rough skin from the rough work.

Although Sharon was not their biological child, they had raised her for more than ten years and had a deep relationship with her.

So they were reluctant to send Sharon away.

To let Sharon continue to live a good life, they announced to the public that the Moore family had found their daughter who had been lost outside and that there were now two daughters in the family.

At first, I really treated Sharon as my sister and respected her, but she fell in love with my fiancé Jason.

That day, Sharon asked me to play an escape room game, and there were only two of us.

In the middle of the game, she said she was thirsty and asked me to go out and buy some water.

When I went back, I found that there was a fire in the escape room.

I panicked and looked for Sharon everywhere, but was caught by the police.

The owner of the escape room insisted that I was the one who set the fire.

They looked for Sharon but didn't find her.

After the fire was extinguished, a female corpse with an unclear face was found inside.

Bruce determined that it was Sharon based on the scar on her right arm.

Moreover, a suicide note that had been prepared in advance was found in Sharon's bedroom.

It was left for Jason.

It said: [Jason, I love you, but Joyce is my sister, and she forced me to never see you again. Otherwise, she would kill me.]

I never said such a thing.

But everyone thought that I was the murderer who killed Sharon.

That day, they forced me to stand in front of Sharon's photo and apologize to her.

They tied me up and broke the bones of both my arms. I was shaking all over and bleeding all over the floor, but they still didn't let me go.

"It's not me..."

When I was tortured by my four brothers, Jason stood by and watched it coldly.

I humbly pulled at the corner of Jason's clothes, but he pushed me away harshly.

"Joyce, I don't have a fiancée as vicious as you!

"Since you dare to hurt Sharon, you will pay the price for it!"

Everyone thought I was unforgivable.

After I was tortured hard, I was thrown into a mental hospital and stayed there for three years.

In the third year I was in the mental hospital, I thought I would stay here forever, but my four brothers and Jason came to take me back.

While they were waiting at the door of the mental hospital, my hands and feet were tied tightly to the bed.

The dean, who was in his fifties, humiliated me.

The scars on my body that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.

I endured the pain all over my body and pretended that I was having a nightmare.

After all, I had been having this nightmare for three years.

Three years ago, I was thrown here by my four brothers, and I thought my life would be better.

But I was wrong.

On the first day, the dean whipped me hard on the body and face.

At first, I resisted.

"I'm the daughter of the Moore family. If my parents know about this, they'll... Ah!"

Before I could finish my words, he whipped me in the face even harder, and blood immediately gushed out.

The dean sneered, "Really? The four young masters of the Moore family and Mr. Ford have told us to beat you to death and not let you have a good day."

I trembled and lowered my head, no longer having the strength to resist.

Whenever the dean was in a bad mood, he would beat me with a whip.

On a rainy day, he was drunk and looked at me with lustful eyes, and his smile became more and more lewd.

He tied me up so I couldn't struggle.

Then he violated me.

I screamed that night, but no one came to help me.

Some nurses and patients were watching the fun. Since then, the dean humiliated me even more.

When I closed my eyes, I always thought that if I died like this, I might not feel any pain.

So I tried various forms of suicide.

But I was always discovered by the people who were monitoring me.

The dean gave me a sedative, and if that didn't work, he would give me a higher dose of anesthetic.

I felt groggy every day and didn't even remember who I was.

When I heard that the young masters of the Moore family were coming to pick me up, I was stunned.

I didn't react. "Who are they?"

After the effect of the medicine wore off, the dean asked the nurse to wash me clean and send me out.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, there stood five handsome men in suits.

They looked cold and aloof, and they looked at me with hidden resentment and murderous intent in their eyes.

Three years later, facing these five men closest to me, I still couldn't help but take a step back in fear with a pale face.

Jason took a step forward and pinched my chin coldly.

He laughed sarcastically. "It's only been three years. Why do you become like this?"

He stared at my face, which was very thin, and then he looked at the loose and illfitting clothes on me.

This dress was the one I wore when I came here three years ago.

Now it seemed empty.

It had been only three years...

I felt sad in my heart.

During the three years, I lost everything.

I lost my identity as a painter, my beautiful appearance, my healthy body, and my only family...

Now I was just like a dead person.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jason frowned. He let go and wiped his hand with a handkerchief in disgust.

His expression hurt me.

Three years ago, when I was not the daughter of the Moore family, he held me in his arms and looked at me tenderly, saying that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

My hands were covered with paint and hadn't been washed off yet, but he didn't mind and ran over to hug me.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "I haven't washed my hands yet. It's dirty."

He deliberately got paint on his face and said with a smile that it was not dirty at all.

But now he felt like I was the dirtiest person in the world.

"Joyce, you killed Sharon, but we only locked you up in a mental hospital for three years. Isn't that too good for you?"

Jason's voice was cold and sarcastic.

My face turned pale as I looked at the five people in front of me in horror.

"Then... why did you come here?"

Bruce snorted coldly, "Dad is going to hold a birthday party and asked us to bring you back. Otherwise, do you think we will let you go so easily?"

My eyes dimmed.

It turned out that my father thought of me because he was going to have a birthday party.

It was not that they knew the truth and forgave me.

Ben sneered and approached me, with mockery in his eyes.

"Joyce, don't think that taking you back means we forgive you.

"You killed my sister. Your punishment will never end in this lifetime.

"And..."

His voice was terrifying. "From today on, you will suffer even more."

My four brothers looked at each other and smiled.

I felt like I had fallen into a devil's cave.

I was their biological sister!

Sharon had no blood relationship with them at all. Besides, I didn't set the fire or hurt Sharon.

Why didn't they believe me?

My face turned pale, and I begged them.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please let me go..."

Xander smiled coldly, "Let you go?"

He glanced down at me and suggested the others.

"I think Joyce hasn't realized her mistake yet. Why don't we play an interesting game with her?"

Five minutes later, I understood what the "interesting game" he was talking about was.

They found a rope and tied me to the back of the RollsRoyce.

They sat in the car while I was being dragged along by it.

The intense friction pain caused numbness.

My wails were drowned out by the roar of the car.

They laughed and stopped the car suddenly. Inertia made me rush forward and crash into the back of the car.

Blood flowed from my forehead and dripped into my neck.

My head was dizzy from the violent shaking and torture.

My vision was blurry, and before I could recover, the car moved away rapidly.

The car exhaust and dust were about to drown me.

I endured the severe pain and closed my eyes tightly, feeling difficulty breathing.

"Jason..."

I shouted out loud with difficulty, but I regretted it immediately.

They were the culprits, and why would they stop?

I was covered in blood.

There were bloodstains all over the ground.

Some passersby couldn't stand it anymore and stopped their car and criticized them.

"Are you still human?"

"How can you treat a girl like this?"

"Isn't this an abuse?"

Hearing passersby's words, Ben glanced at me and said sarcastically.

"Joyce is a murderer. It's good for her to be punished like this.

"Why do you sympathize with her? If your sister is killed, will you forgive the murderer?"

The passersby stopped talking, and the look in their eyes changed.

"I never thought that such a weaklooking girl could have killed someone!"

"She is so vicious and should be punished!"

I shook my head.

I wanted to say that I didn't kill anyone.

But I couldn't make a sound.

The intense pain overwhelmed me, and I tried my best to move, but I couldn't.

I didn't know who kicked me hard.

My forehead hit the rear end of the car. Blood covered my eyes, and I passed out.

When I woke up again, I found myself soaked in icy spring water.

My teeth were chattering from the cold. I couldn't help but move and touch something hard.

It was ice.

The spring water was filled with ice.

I heard Luis' cold voice.

"You are a dirty person, and you should wash yourself."

The water around me turned red.

It was stained red with my blood.

I bit my lips tightly and endured the icy cold spreading throughout my body. I felt as if it would freeze me to death in the next second.

Xander sneered and looked at me with disdain and disgust.

"Just let her soak here. Sharon must have been even more desperate when she was burned to death. This punishment is not enough!"

They left me there and turned away.

There was less blood in the water.

My wounds were frozen.

I seemed to feel that my heartbeat and pulse were getting weaker and weaker.

Many things from my childhood began to flash through my mind like a movie.

I remembered that my adoptive mother beat me hard because I stole a small bite of the chocolate she bought for Sharon.

I remembered that my adoptive mother stole my paintings and gave them to Sharon, asking her to participate in a competition and win a prize.

I also remembered that Sharon pinched herself, crying and accusing me of bullying her. That night, my four brothers beat me with sticks until I couldn't stand up...

What was the point of my life?

My four brothers and Jason were sitting together discussing how to torture me to avenge Sharon.

The housekeeper suddenly ran in and said in surprise, "Ms. Moore is back!"

Bruce looked up impatiently and frowned.

"I've told you not to call Joyce Ms. Moore. Besides, why are you so excited about her coming back?"

The housekeeper shook his head and explained excitedly, "It's not Ms. Joyce Moore.

"It's...

"It's Ms. Sharon Moore who died three years ago. She is not dead. She is back now!"

Everyone looked up in surprise and stood up immediately.