Chapter 13
Mina was so terrified of Christian that she collapsed to the ground.
Still seething with rage, Christian lunged at her again, but Mina scrambled to her feet and fled, leaving the living room in
shambles.
Clara cowered in the corner, too afraid to move. Christian turned his gaze on her, his presence looming like death itself. He
stepped forward, reaching out to touch her chest with unsettling gentleness.
“The heart that should have belonged to my daughter is beating here,” he murmured.
“Mina, you must be proud of yourself–controlling me all these years,” he continued. “I would never have found out Clara wasn’t mine if I hadn’t checked the hospital records. You and I are both type B. So how the h*ll did we have a daughter with type A
blood?”
His voice cracked. “I killed my own daughter for you! Are you happy now?”
Mina froze. But as realization dawned that Christian had discovered the truth, her fear melted away, replaced by scorn.
“You’re an idiot,” she spat. “You really think you’re some prize? Some king I should worship? I’ve been nothing but your mistress all these years, without a name, without a title! My daughter’s life was the price you paid for that! And don’t you dare blame me- you made your own decisions, just as you always said! You did this to yourself!”
She grabbed Clara, trying to leave, but Christian blocked their path.
“How can you live when they’re dead?” he asked, his voice chillingly hollow.
Panic flashed across Mina’s face. She tried to plead for mercy, but Christian was beyond reason.
Like a man possessed, he tied them both to chairs. Then, he picked up the same needle Clara had used to stab her doll and drove it
into their flesh.
The needle was thin, but each stab sent waves of excruciating pain through them. Mina and Clara screamed, their bodies convulsing against the restraints, but Christian didn’t stop. Over and over, he punctured their skin, leaving countless tiny wounds
that oozed blood.
Only when exhaustion set in did he finally pause. His breathing was ragged, his hands trembling with exertion.
