All Chapters of Regretting Divorce: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

411"I know of a book that might help." Monty said with a shine in eyes. His lips suddenly curved up as he smacked his forehead. "Damn, I should've thought about it.""What book? I can get it for you." Fred said."An old book talking about ancient rulers and their properties in Bloomcrest. It could help." Monty said. "See, from what I know most of the underground passages and basements have been closed. All the owners of these other big mansions have shut them up before they put their estate up for sale. This mansion's previous owners didn't. They bought this house, modified its interiors and a bit of outside, and that's it. Hunter did the same. But the dungeons, as you guys shared, I believe he left it untouched because of his knack for historic stuff.""And this book I'm talking about, it has all the details about how these mansions looked in the past and all those who owned them. If we can locate the king who owned this mansion, we can go through his section to find out more." "Br

413Claire hadn't gone far away. She could hear the thudding steps behind her. Caine was cursing her and coming closer. Her heart was ringing like a giant bell. Adrenaline drowned out every other feeling but the need to run. She ran as fast as her feet would take her. The twists and turns made her collide in the wall. Still she didn't stop. She went on because indeed her life depended on it. "How far will you go, huh? There's no going out of here. Your mother-in-law tried to flee too. But you know where she ended up. So would you." Caine's feet-freezing remarks echoed behind her, becoming louder and giving away the fact that he was drawing nearer. Claire looked over her shoulder to see how far he was from her. That's the moment she ran into another wall— a wall that groaned. "That's it. Where will you go now? You will—" Claire heard Caine suddenly stop talking as a warmth enveloped her forearms. Walls don't do that, do they? They're not warm and they don't have hands. "Argh!" An

415"This beauty... This beauty wrecked so many homes. Destroyed so many men, including myself. It’ll be sad to see it fade but it’s for the best." He caressed her jaw."Fade? What do you mean?" Zara asked skeptically.A mysterious smile flickered and vanished as Hunter dropped his hand from her jaw. "What I mean is… I love your beauty so much that I’m stealing it from you." He rammed the needle in her neck below her ear just as she had done before she could notice anything. Zara moaned in pain. It was followed by a raging howl. "You twatface! I'm gonna kill you. W-what was in that injection? It's burning. What is it, Hunter? M-my face... My hands... My chest... My thighs. Everywhere's burning! What did you do!!!" Hunter gazed at the empty syringe with mocking interest. "Give me five minutes. I'll tell you." Zara kept screaming. Hunter sat back in the chair as he enjoyed her pain. He enjoyed how bumps, ugly and big, formed on her face. Soon enough there were red bumps and pimple

417Zara grew tired and sat down. The night folded over the day soon enough. The insects began to chirp all around, causing her to wake up. Her eyes darted around anxiously. There was pitch-black darkness. Hunter’s shadow showed on the drawn blinds of the window in the van. He was whistling inside as something— judging by the smell, steak— sizzled on the flames.She cast a wary gaze around. She felt like she was being watched. Pressing herself against the tree, she tried not to look around. Suddenly a flash of white passed to her left. It was rapid and so subtle that it could be mistaken for illusion. But it happened again."Stop whatever game you're playing now, Hunter. Your weak ass can't kill me. But you've got enough time to scare me!" Another flash of white and Zara sat still."Hunter! Hunter!" She hollered out for him."What do you want?" Hunter peeked out of the window in the van, hissing. "There's something out here. I saw something move.""Do you realize we're camping in the

419Zara's smile faded. “That was just plain distilled water. The virus you have in your body has no cure. Well, the experiment aimed at producing a cure for rabies, but instead it ended in failure. I’ve seen the mice injected with this failed vaccine in the lab, at how they looked after the infection. And mind you, their condition was still better than yours." Her jaw dropped as Hunter wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Tut Tut, poor you." Hunter said as at the same time he produced a lighter. He set Zara on fire while she was still in a state of stupefaction.A ball of swirling fire engulfed her. She threw out her hands and shook them as if it was going to put it off. Her screams echoing through the silent night. What was merely a sting on her infected skin when petrol was poured on her now elevated into a smoldering burn. Screams built in the depth of her throat. It rippled through the silent, dark cemetery.Hunter closed his eyes and listened to it as he took a deep breath. He hadn't