All Chapters of CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The ceiling stared back as her eyes grew blurry. "I did the right thing by killing him." "I did the right thing by killing him." "I did the right thing by killing him". She shut her eyes, murmuring those words to convince herself. She pressed her palm flat against her stomach this time and didn't pull away. "I have his child growing inside me? When did I take in. I tried my best to not get impregnated by him." She whispered to herself. "Yet... why am I not happy? Why don't I feel fulfilled? The war I built my entire existence around is finally over, and yet I feel empty?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Soon, she heard him. Titan....Zayne...Titan...the same man, his voice came echoing in her head. "I decided to separate from my men. And to get you to the most secure place I could find—so you could grant your wish. I deserve death, and I've accepted it. I always knew I would die by your hands, and that made me happy—because it's finally coming to an end. Grant

The doctor's lips parted, but no words came. Sweat beaded on his brow. Venom's hand shook. Her jaw tightened. For a long moment, the trigger seemed to pulse beneath her finger. Then she lowered the gun. It won't change anything. He's gone. Her arm dropped to her side, and she turned away, staring at the wall. "Get out," she commanded. "All of you. Now." They didn't need to be told twice. The doctors scrambled past her, their footsteps hurried and uneven as they fled the room. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing her in. Silence filled the room. The only sound was the soft, mechanical rhythm of the ventilator—the slow, steady beep of a heart that refused to give up but refused to wake, either. Venom turned toward the bed. Zayne lay motionless. His head was wrapped in thick white bandages, his face pale as a ghost's. An oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose. Tubes snaked from his arms, his chest, his throat. She stared at him for a long time, her lips trembling as th

The door burst open. A nurse came first. Her eyes found Aria and the blood at once. The doctor was a step behind her; his face tightened the instant he saw the torn line and the red soaking through Daniel’s hands. Emily pushed in last, breath short, her face filled with worry. “Restrain her,” the doctor said. “Now.” The nurse yanked a drawer open and pulled out leather cuffs. The moment Aria saw them she fought. “No—no, don’t keep me here—” They took her ankles first. Then the free wrist. Daniel did not release the bleeding one until a gloved hand replaced his pressure and the last cuff locked shut. Aria wrenched against the straps with what strength she had left. The bed shuddered. The clip at her ankle shrieked in protest. “Don’t,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t keep me here. I didn’t ask to wake up. I want to die. Take them off. Take them off please.” Emily was already at the rail. “Aria, please. Please don’t punish the child for something it has never done. Carry the

I stood up slowly and nodded. The woman stepped closer, her eyes fixed on me as though she had been searching for me her entire life. Then, with a trembling hand, she reached toward my face. I didn't move. Her fingertips gently brushed my cheek. And the moment she touched me, she broke down. “Oh, my little girl. I only saw you once before you were taken away from me. My daughter and her husband—your parents. Oh, I never thought I would see you again." Her voice cracked. I swallowed hard, tears still streaming down my face. “You are my grandmother?” She nodded repeatedly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Yes, sweetheart. I am. Your mother was my only child.” She cupped my face with both hands, studying me through her tears as though she was trying to memorize every feature. “I only saw you once. You were just a tiny baby then. Your mother wouldn't let anyone hold you for too long because she was always afraid you would start crying.” A small, broken laugh es

“He said he will request me to give it to you when the time was right.He also asked me to visit you, and I was more than happy to accept. He then promised me that he would make sure I lived comfortably for the rest of my life.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out a gold seal small card. “He gave me this.” I stared at it. “A credit card?” She nodded. “Ever since then, this card has paid for my medical bills, daily expenses, food, medicine… everything I needed. It made life worth living,for a widow who lost her only child. I retired from work five years ago and I have been living like a church mouse waiting for the day I die. So him coming to me was a blessing even though it came with heartbreaking news about the truth behind my daughter and her husband's death." "What about my paternal family?" I asked. "They do not support your father's marriage to my daughter and cut off ties after his death. They believed your mother had something to do. She snitched on him