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Chapter Seventy-Five

Noah's Pov

My knuckles hurt as they met Oliver's ugly disfigured face on repeat, but definitely he knew he deserved it, didn't he?

Blood dripped from my knuckles, the anger coursing through my veins refusing to subside as I replayed what I had seen on the CCTV footage. I felt a sickening satisfaction at each groan he managed to let out, like a sound of celebration, congratulating me for finally getting to punch him after all the years.

"Noah, please, that's enough," Eliana rushed to me, trying to pry my hand off of Oliver. Oliver dropped to the floor as Eliana threw her hands on me, her body racking with sobs.

"Please, let him go. Don't kill him." She pleaded, but I wasn't that forgiving.

"I'm going to kill him," I growled and moved to pull Oliver's shirt as he tried to escape.

Eliana fell to her knees, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Noah, you can't do this. This isn't who you are. Please, let him go."

Her words pierced through my rage, and momentarily, I took my attention to E
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