GOING TO LOSE YOU FOREVER! CHAPTER 2

Valeria blinked rapidly, her hands trembling. She knew he meant every word. The realization settled like a stone in her chest.

"You want to know what I’m going to do to you, Valeria?" Kc’s voice dropped, menacing and low.

"I'm going to destroy you. Bit by bit. Until there's nothing left of the flawless, untouchable Valeria Jayne. I'm going to make you beg for mercy. And when you do, I'll make sure you remember me."

His lips curled into a cruel, vicious smile. "You can't escape me."

Valeria swallowed hard, a tear slipping down her cheek. She didn't speak. She couldn't. The words wouldn't come.

Kc took one last, long look at her before he turned, his footsteps heavy as he strode toward the door.

Before he left, he paused, his back to her.

"Oh, and Valeria," he called without turning around. "I want you to know one thing. You're going to wish you were never born."

With that, he walked out, leaving Valeria shattered and broken, a woman who had never known true terror until now.

Cold formaldehyde smell drifted through the hospital morgue air. Kc Page just stood there without a word or expression, as if his soul had been stilled. A cold, stark lifeless form lay before him: Vanessa-the love of his life, his unborn child's mother.

Her pale face was petrified in that moment, frozen in a memory of the brightest smile she used to wear for him. Kc's fists curled, fingernails pressed into his palm until they bleed.

"Mr. Page," the funeral director said cautiously standing beside Vanessa's grieving family, "We have everything prepared for the transfer. Do you wish to have the last moment?"

Kc never responded. He did not raise his face from Vanessa's face.

His heart was on fire; his soul is on fire.

She should be planning their wedding. She should be picking out baby names.

Because of Valeria Jayne, she was nothing more than a cold corpse in a fucking morgue.

A hospital staff member entered hesitantly, whispering something to Kc's assistant. In a matter of seconds, his assistant stepped closer and spoke in a low, cautious tone.

"Sir… Valeria Jayne is being discharged."

Silence.

A heavy, ominous silence that lasted only a moment, but seemed forever before Kc inhaled sharply, his jaw setting so tight it hurt.

"What?" His voice was cold poison.

The assistant swallowed. "The doctor signed her discharge papers. She'll be going out shortly—"

The crash echoed through the room.

Kc had swung his arm at the counter top, knocking all the medical equipment on it crashing to the floor. The display shook everyone present in the room.

She began to sob even louder, and Kc did not care.

"She doesn't get to walk out of here like nothing has happened," Kc growled, his eyes ablaze with fury. "She doesn't get to breathe fresh air while Vanessa is lying on a goddamn steel table!"

His anger was volcanic, violent, and uncontrollable.

"Find her," he said, his voice deadly calm. "She is not leaving this hospital."

Valeria's air was thick with tension in her hospital room.

She sat rigidly at the end of the bed, her body protesting with dull, aching bruises and the exhaustion's heavy weight. The discharge papers lay untouched on the table beside her, crisp and official.

She should have felt relief.

She was leaving.

She could finally escape this place.

But something in her gut told her otherwise.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for her bag. Every second felt heavy, suffocating.

Then—

The door burst open.

The shockwave shook the room, the impact that made the walls tremble.

Valeria gasped; her entire body jolted as Kc Page burst inside like a hurricane, his presence an unrelenting force of pure rage.

Her heart stopped.

His eyes were wild, burning with something dark, something monstrous. His tailored suit clung to his rigid frame, his jaw locked with barely restrained fury.

He didn't speak.

He didn't blink.

And then—

He grabbed her.

Valeria let out a strangled cry as Kc's fingers closed around her throat, tight, unyielding.

He pulled her forward, forcing her to meet his murderous gaze.

Her hands shot up, clawing at his wrist. "Kc—" she gasped, her voice a broken plea.

His grip tightened.

"Do you think you can get out of here by walking out this door?" he seethed, his voice pure venom.

Terror was running through her veins. Valeria didn't fight, digging her nails into his wrist, but Kc didn't even flinch.

"Kc—please—" she croaked out, scratching across his skin with her nails.

He leaned in. His breath hot. His words ice-cold.

"You think you can just leave? Walk away after what you did?" He tautened his voice, his rage suffocating. "You're not going anywhere, Valeria. You don't get to escape me."

Pain burned her lungs, panic scrabbling at her throat. Her vision was blurred.

"Kc—you're—hurting me— " she whispered, gasping.

He smiled. "Good."

A strangled sob ripped from her mouth, her fingers shaking. "Please—"

Kc laughed. His grip loosened enough to let her breathe-but not enough to let her go. He forced her chin up, his face inches from hers, his voice dripping with malice.

"Did Vanessa get to beg for her life?" he breathed, each word a dagger. "Did my child get to cry before you stole their future?"

A fresh batch of tears began to flow from Valeria's eyes. She shook her head, her lips quivering. "It was an accident," she croaked. "I swear—"

A dangerous laugh escaped Kc's lips.

"An accident?" he sneered. His fingers dug into her jaw. "Did your car accidentally crush her? Did you accidentally kill a mother and her unborn child?" His breath ghosted over her skin, his voice laced with unforgiving cruelty. "Or are you just a selfish, reckless bitch who doesn't care about anyone but yourself?"

Valeria wept, gasping for air. "I never meant—

"I don't care what you meant!" Kc bellowed, his voice shaking the walls.

She cringed, every single part of her trembling.

His breath labored; he still clung to her throat. All his body quaked with despair and rage and utter destruction.

"You destroyed me," he breathed into her hair. "You stripped everything away."

A shattering sob erupted from Valeria's chest. She tried to release his grip; her fingers struggled.

"I hate you," Kc spat. "I hate every single fucking breath you take."

His words cut her.

Then—

He released her.

He shoved her back onto the bed and let her go, throwing her into the pillows.

Valeria coughed violently, grasping her throat, her tears making her vision swimming. She looked up at him, terrified.

Kc towered over her, his eyes filled with something dark, inescapable.

Something ruthless.

"'You think leaving this hospital would set you free?' he sneered. 'No, Valeria. You're not walking away from this. You owe me. And I always collect my debts.'"

A cold shiver worked its way down her spine.

She was quivering as she spoke. "What. what do you mean?"

The outline of his mouth was a mirthless smirk, a snarl.

'Soon enough'

Terror raced through Valeria's veins like ice. She flailed around, her fingers scrabbling at his wrist, but Kc didn't move.

"Kc—please—", she whispered hoarsely.

"Good", he sneered, the malice flaring like flames.

She wept, her fingers quivering against his. "Please—"

"Excuse me, Mr. Page!"