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Chapter 138: Everything Faded to Black.
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The ground beneath me swayed like I stood on the edge of an abyss. My pulse thundered in my ears, muffling the voices around me.Mr Blade’s stare held me captive—cold, unreadable. Clayton’s gaze was no softer, sharp as a knife. Doris stood frozen, barely breathing.I was trapped.I let go of her hand, but the weight of the moment didn’t lessen.“Go on.” Mr Blade’s calm voice masked steel. “Tell her what you want to tell her. Nobody else has to hear.”I scoffed, my lips curling in defiance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”His face hardened. “Speak.” The command cracked like a whip.A presence shifted beside him. Dontrell. He had been at the burial front, yet somehow, he stood here, appearing as if from thin air.“Is there a problem here?” Dontrell asked his father. His voice was calm, but his stance bristled with power. “I heard your voice from a distance.”Mr Blade’s lips curled in displeasure. “No problem… unless your wife wants one.”Dontrell’s posture stiffened, his eyes
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The grand hall glowed under golden chandeliers, its walls awash in soft pink and blue. Balloon arches swayed near the high ceilings, their colours blending in baby-friendly charm. Floral arrangements lined silk-draped tables, candlelight flickering against crystal glassware.Grilled meats, aged whisky, and cigars laced the air, mingling with laughter and clinking glasses.Dontrell pulled this off in under eight hours, yet nothing felt rushed—only extravagant. He had done the impossible. Business moguls, high-ranking mafia associates—even his impish father, smug and satisfied—were all here. Soft, slow instrumentals hummed in the background.I wasn’t surprised. Dontrell moved mountains when he wanted something, and tonight, he wanted to celebrate me carrying his child.I sat at the left back corner of the hall, away from the crowd. I had been seated at the front with the Blades, but the weight of too many eyes had pressed in on me, making me nauseous.So I slipped away to this quieter s
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I didn’t wait for Mr Blackwell’s response. My words hung in the air like poison, suffocating the space between us. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t dare challenge me—not here, not now.Clayton swallowed, his eyes narrowing, but he stayed silent, looking at us.“Exactly.” I barked. “You’ll do nothing.”"Brother," Clayton said, his voice deceptively calm. “Everyone just wants to know if she’s fine.”I walked right up to him and leaned in, whispering in his ear. Only he would hear the words. My hand gripped his neck, tightening like a noose, pretending like it was just two blood brothers talking secretively. But I wasn’t just talking to him—I was choking him, tightening his neck, and he didn’t dare break; he just stood there, losing his breath.“I hope you rot in hell,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with venom.“Trying to take everything from me. My wife, my heir. All for the sake of your twisted ambition, you killed my child in the process—your own flesh and blood—just to secure
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