Kneel All You Want, No Pardon – Kneel All You Want, No Pardon Apr 30 2026 Chapter 1 Vanessa Stewart was reborn—back to the fateful night when her husband, Emiliano Cunningham, had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. This time, she didn’t give him her precious first time. Instead, she punctured his condom, knocked out Georgina Caldwell—his first love—and carried her into his room. The reason was simple. In her previous life, Emiliano had mistaken Vanessa for Georgina. Under the influence of the drug, he’d spent a wild night with her. But once he sobered up, he had called her shameless, accusing her of stealing the virginity he’d reserved for Georgina for thirty years. Forced into marriage with Vanessa, Emiliano began exacting brutal revenge. He gave her endless silent treatment, then violently vented his desire on her at night. Even when Vanessa was pregnant with his child, he showed no mercy. Yet she still clung to the marriage, refusing to let go.
Then one day, their daughter, Emma Cunningham, was in a car accident—her life hanging by a thread. Yet Emiliano ignored his own flesh and blood and chose to save Georgina’s son, Lamont Cunningham. He scooped up the boy, who had only suffered minor scrapes, and boarded the only ambulance at the scene. Even when Vanessa swallowed her pride and begged on her knees, he remained unmoved. “Vanessa, I told you long ago—only Gina is fit to be the mother of my child. “You and your daughter are nothing but unwanted trash. “And bring me the signed divorce papers as soon as possible.” Watching Emiliano’s retreating back, Emma released her final, labored breath in Vanessa’s arms. On the day Emma was cremated, Emiliano held an extremely lavish wedding for Georgina. Lamont was lively and well, serving as their page boy and presenting them with expensive rings. Emma, meanwhile, didn’t even receive a proper funeral or burial. Vanessa couldn’t afford to buy her daughter a burial plot. When she walked out of the crematorium holding Emma’s urn, rain was pouring from the sky. A girl who worked there hesitated, then finally asked in concern, “Ma’am, it’s raining hard.
Is anyone coming to pick you up?” Vanessa lowered her gaze to the urn, her face deathly pale. No one was coming. Her only family was too busy marrying his first love to care about her or her daughter. He probably didn’t even know Emma had died. And even if he had been free, he would never have come to get her. Emiliano hated her guts. And he certainly didn’t like the child she had borne him. Vanessa let out a cold laugh, her voice hoarse. “I can get back on my own. Thanks.” She stepped into the downpour. The girl stared at her retreating figure, taking a step forward before stopping herself. She had done all she could, and she couldn’t afford to offend Emiliano. Walking through the rain, Vanessa removed her coat and draped it over the urn, hunching protectively around it to shield it from the storm. “Emma, Mommy won’t let you get wet.” A beam of headlights pierced the mist. With a honk, a black Maybach pulled up beside her. She didn’t stop, stubbornly moving forward. *** Half an hour later, she returned to the house she had shared with Emiliano. No—this was Emiliano and Georgina’s house now, festooned with joyful wedding decorations. Soaked to the bone, Vanessa stood in the living room, feeling utterly out of place. The maid forced her to remain by the entrance, afraid she would dirty the freshly mopped floors.
Vanessa set the urn on the floor and pulled the soaked divorce papers from her pocket. The maid took the papers, then kicked at the urn hidden beneath the coat. “What is this trash? Get rid of it now.” The coat slipped aside, revealing part of the urn. The maid froze when she saw the name engraved on it. Wasn’t that Vanessa’s daughter? Vanessa pulled the coat back over the urn and turned to leave. An hour later, she reached the beach. Cradling the urn tightly, she walked into the ocean. Her face was pale, her gaze resolute and unwavering. “Emma, don’t be afraid. Mommy will always stay by your side, even if it means death.” The seawater rose higher and higher, until it swallowed her whole. *** At the wedding venue, Georgina changed into her gown and entered the lounge. The burgundy dress hugged her body to perfection, highlighting her fair skin and striking beauty. “Liano, all the guests are waiting. Come out with me to toast them.” She extended her soft, delicate hand. “Alright.” Emiliano’s eyes softened as he took it and led her outside. Just then, his personal assistant rushed in, panic etched across his face. “Mr. Cunningham, Mrs. Cunningham has jumped into the sea and drowned herself.” Everyone was dumbfounded. Then someone piped up, “What Mrs. Cunningham? Mr. Cunningham already divorced Vanessa.
Her life has nothing to do with him. Don’t ruin the big day.” In the next second, Emiliano strode over and stared at the assistant, his face clouding over. “What did you just say?” Then he let out a short, incredulous laugh, as if trying to convince himself. “No way. Is she pulling another stunt? How could someone as cunning as her possibly kill herself?” The assistant’s voice trembled slightly. “Mr. Cunningham, it’s true. The search team just pulled her body out of the sea, along with … her daughter’s urn…” Emiliano—whom everyone believed Vanessa could never shake—suddenly went pale. His brows drew together, sharp eyes staring blankly into the distance. The guests stood frozen, quietly exchanging uneasy glances.
Only Georgina rushed over and grabbed his hand, her gaze cautious and affectionate. “Liano…” Emiliano didn’t even glance at her. He simply shook her hand off and strode away. All color drained from Georgina’s face in an instant. Emiliano didn’t remember how he floored the accelerator and reached the beach. When he saw the body surrounded by medical staff, it felt as though his heart had been cleaved in two. He staggered forward and collapsed to his knees. In a daze, he seemed to see a translucent Vanessa in the distance, smiling at him just like the first time they met. “Goodbye. I hate you. If I had another chance… “Never mind. “Emma has come for me…”