All Chapters of My Grandfather Avenged Me on the Brutal Carer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

My grandfather, Terry Sims, suffered from bipolar disorder and was prone to anger and mood swings. My mother, Catherine, was his only chill pill.On the day they were hunted down by enemies, my mom went into early labor and lost her life in an attempt to save him.Devastated, my grandfather could not see a way out of his disorder and poured all his love into me.He would pull out the tongues of those who mocked me and fed them to the dogs. The families of those who hurt me would meet their end.It was known to the people of Mistvale that the granddaughter of Terry Sims was untouchable.Due to my congenital heart disease, he reluctantly sent me abroad for medical treatment.After my surgery, I rushed back to his side for his birthday, thinking of giving him a surprise.However, I was mistaken for a gold digger by a carer and locked in the basement. “Of all the things you can do for your age, you throw yourself at men. Since your parents won’t restrain your behavior, I’ll have to

Chapter 2

Rachel picked the crucifix up, her face grimacing. “I see you learned beforehand of Mr. Sim’s beliefs.” I reached out to grab the crucifix. “Give it back! I had it blessed for Grandpa!” Rachel tightened her grip over my neck and looked at me in disdain. “Grandpa? Are you still keeping up with the act? “Kneel and beg me. I might just be generous enough to return this to you.” I sunk to the ground, gasping for air. I disregarded the gripping pain in my lungs and groveled at her feet. “Please, I beg you. Please give it back. The crucifix is important to me.” Rachel and the other household staff member in the back took delight in my humbling. She plucked my chin with her toes. “That’s not a lot of begging. Bark for me. Since you’re such a lapdog, act like one and convince me.” I had never been so humiliated. Furious, I snapped a look at her. “Grandpa will make you pay for what you’re doing to me, Rachel.” Rachel was in stitches. It was as if she had heard the joke of th

Chapter 3

Drowning in agony, I shivered uncontrollably. I could not make a sound as even the slightest touch sent a jolt of pain through me.Rachel snickered in delight as the chemical acid burned me through and through. “You think you’re desirable because you’re young. Well, who will want you now?!” I let out a whimper, my consciousness barely hanging on. “Y-You… won’t get away with it…” Rachel grimaced. “Save me the tough talk. Do you think Mr. Sims will still like you now that you’ve become a monster?” She grabbed a rusty knife and headed in my direction. “I can’t stand your horny moans. Is this how you sound like in bed?” She crouched down and squeezed my throat. I opened my mouth from the asphyxiation to breathe in air. The next minute, a chilling blade cut into my mouth. A sickening rip of flesh filled my ears as blood consumed my vision. I seized up like a broken machine.I lay on the floor, barely alive and breathing. Disgusted, Rachel kicked me. “Tsk! I didn’t ge

Chapter 4

Terry frowned. “What are you talking about? What do you mean by hussy?” “Oh, you can’t fool me, Mr. Sims. I saw you looking at the hussy’s photo.” She said earnestly, “You can’t find a woman around Ms. Sim’s age even if you have needs. Ms. Sims will be upset when she finds out.” “Photo?” Terry thought hard and long before reality struck him. He smiled helplessly. “You got the wrong idea. She was a former carer I fired. She hid her photos in my study, but I have gotten rid of them.” Rachel pouted, skeptical about his explanation. Nevertheless, she knew better than to push on the agenda and left it at that. “You should pay more heed since Ms. Sims will be back soon. You don’t want to be caught.” Terry beamed at the mention of my name, his face laced with anticipation. “Chastity has often brought you up. She’s been talking about thanking you for all your help.” Rachel tucked a wisp of her hair behind her ear embarrassedly, baring her neck. “Ahem… I’m only doing my job. W

Chapter 5

Terry’s face fell. He ran through the flight itinerary I had sent him, verifying the date and time repeatedly. However, nothing appeared out of place. Our last interaction was this morning when I sent Terry a cute birthday emoji with the message “Happy Birthday”. Terry beamed with joy and love upon receiving the text message. Yet now, these blaring well-wishing words left him unsettled and on edge. Tensing his facial muscles, he called the housekeeper in charge of my care in Libestar. The call quickly connected, and the housekeeper followed my instructions to a tee, expressing that I was on a later flight home. However, the flight should have landed an hour later. I watched in devastation as Terry clenched his fists. The gaping hole in my chest whistled in the wind, piercing me in pain. Suddenly, Terry jolted to his feet, and the guests were caught off guard. So was Rachel, as she stumbled ahead and tried to calm Terry down. “I’ll grab your medication, Mr. Sims.”

Chapter 6

The video was the surveillance footage outside the mansion. When I showed up on the screen, Terry jumped to his feet. Before he could say anything, another silhouette appeared in the footage. It was Rachel. Terry watched as Rachel beat me up. Instead of stopping the violence, the household staff behind Rachel relished in my abuse. His worst nightmare had come true. A palpable tension hung heavy in the air as his bloodshot eyes darted around the room, and his trembling hands dug into the chair. The video showed me falling to the ground, my hands pressed against my aching chest as a group dragged me away like a sack of potatoes. My raw skin scraped against the ground, leaving behind a trail of blood. “Thud!” Terry smashed the tablet to the ground. The screen went black and broke to pieces. His expression was ashen, and his chest heaved as gripping fear finally took hold of him. The security officer stood there, holding his breath. “Mr. Sims, should I continue t

Chapter 7

Rachel was baffled. “Mr. Sims, why—” Terry rose to his feet, his voice commanding attention. “What’s a birthday party without entertainment? “I prepared a little show for everyone.” Rachel was taken aback. She had no idea Terry had something else in store for the event. Thrilled, the guests chattered in anticipation of the show. “Mr. Sims has the power and connections to hire a singer.” “He can do a lot better than a singer. Mr. Sims can even hire a movie star.” The door to the event hall burst open with a kick, and a security team of a dozen gathered around Terry. Amid the guests’ confusion, Rachel let out a scream. “Hey! What are you doing? Do you know who I am? “The audacity of you! Punish them, Mr. Sims!” Terry stood still and observed the commotion, paying no heed to Rachel’s struggles. My body was transported from behind her. Getting the message, Rachel looked at Terry, disgruntled. “Are you hurting me because of the vixen, Mr. Sims? “I’ve served y

Chapter 8

“Argh!”Rachel put her palm over her face and screamed before rolling across the floor in agony. “Is that all you can take? “Chastity went through a lot worse than this.” A deep gash fell on her wrists. With a sickening snap, Rachel endured a cut to her tendons. Her arms fell limp on the floor as she clutched them and cried harrowingly. Terry furrowed his brows. “I’m just getting started. Weren’t you thrilled when you abused her?” It was one cut after another. Rachel quickly had stab wounds all over, her body a mutilated mess. She lay sprawled across the floor, her body wracked with spasms. She was a broken doll. Her eyes were a haunting plea. “P-Please… Let me go…” A flicker of emotion crossed Terry’s stoic face, and Rachel saw a glimmer of hope. The next minute, a chilling blade plunged into her mouth. Terry rotated his wrist, twisting the blade in her mouth. Blood and mangled pieces of flesh fell out of her lips. Rachel let out agonized grunts. She could

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