Chapter 102.Jasmine’s heart thumped loudly against her chest, the words echoing against her ear.Bomb.In the house?Her body staggered backward and she slumped to the floor, her ass hitting hard on the floor.The smile on Aunt Beatrice’s face widened, her lips stretching from both pain and excitement.“You underestimated the power of a hungry woman… Jasmine. Even if I don’t get that wealth, you won’t get it either.”Her laugh echoed loudly across the room, the evil in her eyes glistening.Jerald’s hands wrapped firmly around Jasmine’s body, his posture exceptionally calm.“There… there is a bomb in the house,” Jasmine said to Jerald, her lips trembling from both exhaustion and fear, but Jerald didn’t react briskly. He didn’t act scared. He didn’t cower.He didn’t flicker or move, and that… that drained all the smiles Aunt Beatrice had left on her face.She didn’t need to hear it from anyone, she didn’t need him to point it out. Something was off.“Why are you unbothered?” she asked
Chapter 101.Jasmine’s heart skipped, the tears in her eyes drying up immediately at the sight of Jerald.Her lashes fluttered, blinking back.Seeing him here was like a pleasant surprise.How had he? How had he found her?Aunt Beatrice’s face twisted immediately, she pulled out a trigger to point at Jasmine’s head, but Jerald fired a shot to her hand before she could do it, knocking the gun out of her grip.Her face twisted into a scowl, the pain of the bullet slicing across her spine.“You bastard!” she cursed at Jasmine, scared that her plans would get ruined by the intervention of Jerald, so she lowered herself to the floor, trying to reach out to the gun amidst the twisted pain—only that Jerald was smarter. So he hurriedly fired a shot to her leg, making her slump to the floor in both pain and relief.Jasmine’s heart clamped, eyes widened at the sight.“Jerald,” she yelped, pleading with her eyes that he doesn’t hurt her, but Jerald didn’t spare her a glance. He fired another sho
Chapter 100.“Why did you?” Jasmine asked, voice cracking. Aunt Beatrice’s eyes squinted and she asked,“Why did I what? Why did I kill your parents or why did I try to kill you? Which one?”Her tone was so calm. So cold. Like death was just a chore.The air in the room froze and Jasmine stilled at the sound of that statement. Her heart sank, terror crushing her spine.She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Her lungs felt like they were drowning.Pain and sadness crushed the layers of her skin.She had loved this woman. Trusted her. And now? Now her whole world was burning.Her lashes blinked, fluttering. Jasmine had felt it when she woke up. She had felt that the death of her aunt was probably caused by her aunt, but oh. She had refused to believe that her sweet, kind aunt would do such a thing. To hers. To her family.She wanted to believe it was all a lie. That her memories were wrong. But the truth stood right before her, speaking with no remorse.Her eyes watered. “Why?”She asked,
. Chapter 99.Jasmine woke up to the pain that was pressing in on her.A dull, aching kind of pain — the kind that seeps deep into the bones and makes everything hurt. Her entire body ached, but the pain inside? That was worse.Her lashes fluttered, eyes blinking back gently.It felt like waking up from a nightmare, only to realize she was still in it.Her lids parted and the dark sight of the room welcomed her.A cold room, shadows draped across the walls like cloaks of mourning. The air was stiff, suffocating, as though the walls themselves knew what was about to unfold.She glared around, but no one was in the room. Just herself—tied up to a chair.The ropes around her wrists burned against her skin, digging into her flesh with every breath she took. Panic crawled up her throat.Her heart skipped as she looked around.It wasn’t the first time she had woken up bound and helpless, but this time… it felt different. Colder and crueler. The last thing she had remembered was falling of
Chapter 98. They brought out the blades. Not for cutting, but for pressing—slowly—into the skin, just enough to threaten, just enough to promise pain. They worked like artists. Precise and unrushed, painting scars into his skin.This wasn't cruelty, this was just a method.The doctor screamed. Once, then twice.But still—no confession.Only fear. Only agony.Jerald’s hand twitched slightly on the gun. The only sign of agitation—but even that was restrained.He didn’t blink. His expression didn’t break.This was patience in its purest form. Dangerous patience.Because he wasn’t just after revenge.He wanted names. Truths or motives The whole damn picture.And he would get it.He leaned forward slightly now, his voice lowering further—so soft it barely carried.“Whoever you’re protecting… they’re not here now.”The doctor whimpered on the floor.His face was slick with blood, tears, and sweat.Jerald continued.“You think they’ll come for you? Think they’ll save you?” He paused. “They
Chapter 97.The room was silent. Not the kind of silence that brought peace—but the kind that warned of something waiting. Something dangerous. Like a blade just before it drops.That silence had a weight to it. Heavy. Breathless and the kind that made the heart pound even before anything happened.Jerald sat in the center of the room, elbows resting on the arms of his chair, fingers loosely clasped. His coat was still on. His face unreadable. Not a twitch. Not a flinch. His eyes fixed forward—watching the door like it owed him answers.He looked like a king on a throne—but one carved out of vengeance. The atmosphere bent to him. Even the air seemed to hesitate before brushing past him.No one spoke. Not even the men that flanked the walls. They didn’t move either. They simply stood, awaiting his command.They didn’t have to speak. Jerald’s silence was a command. That was enough.Then suddenly, the door opened.He didn't need to look up. He already knew who they were coming in. Dragg