My rage and grief were too Much 25

My rage and grief were too Much 25

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 yourselfcontrolling 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

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

My rage and grief were too Much

My rage and grief were too Much

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