Best Revenge: Don't Beg for Mercy, Ex-husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

His fingers tightened around her neck, rage blazing in his eyes. Kiara gasped, her hands clutching his as she struggled to breathe. And the tighter he gripped her, the more her energy weakened.“Mr. Reid, the doctor is here!” An anxious voice called out from the door, distracting Killian.He let her go, not gently, but with a rough aggressive shove as he followed the maid, striding out as fast as he came. Kiara staggered and lost her footing. As she fell, her waist hit the bedside stand, sending a searing pain shooting through her waist. She let out a painful yelp, her hand instinctively holding that area. Neither did she have a moment to react nor comprehend what had just happened as the painful ache in her waist overwhelmed her. Gradually, the pain faded, leaving a lingering ache behind. Kiara gasped one more time as her rapid breath steadied. Her eyes strayed to the door, her confusion increasing. None of Killian’s words made sense.Why did he call her a murderer?What had hap

To the onlookers, Killian seemed to be whispering something sweet to her, but his words were far from that, if not ruthless. Kiara couldn’t force herself to smile even if she wanted to.Besides, she felt repulsed by everything around her; the fake smiles that didn’t reach the guests’ eyes, the horrible personalities wrapped in glamor and wealth.Killian’s grandfather sat at the stage, around a huge round table with some of his friends, and the highest-ranked socialites who deserved a seat at that table. Kiara felt like a fish out of the water for the first time.Still holding her arm, Killian nudged her forward under the hundreds of eyes looking in their direction. They stopped in front of his grandfather and wished him a happy birthday. Herman Reid, without a doubt, appeared healthier than the last time Kiara had seen him. He was boasting with life, his deep voice booming with laughter as he cracked some jokes with his friends.The old man turned to them, a momentary displeasure

When her eyes opened again, Kiara found herself in an unfamiliar place.At least, she found it unfamiliar at first until her vision transformed from blurred to normal and her surroundings became clearer.She’d been here once!A hidden underground room in her family’s mansion that nobody ever went to or spoke about. A memory flashed in her mind. Her ten-year-old self, locked up, beaten, and starved. Why would they bring her here?A foreboding feeling filled Kiara’s heart, and as she struggled to sit up, voices and footsteps sounded from the outside.In the next moment, her question was answered when her father kicked the door and barged inside.The fury in his eyes, and the way he stared at her spitefully had Kiara’s heart racing as the memory resurfaced in full force along with the lingering fear it left inside her heart. That day, he’d stared at her in a similar way and scolded her for getting a B+ in her math test instead of an A+He’d later told her that he only did that to make

Kiara knew about the consequences…, however, they weren’t strong enough reasons to let her suffer, right?Compared to the consequences, her suffering would be worse. She just wanted to be freed from this kind of life.When her grandfather mentioned responsibilities, she didn’t quite understand what he meant. What kind of responsibilities did he imply?But her question was soon answered.An hour later, she sat on the floor, beside her grandfather’s chair inside the mansion’s large living room. Her father’s spiteful gaze bore through her back as he sat on the couch across from her grandfather.If the old man weren’t present, her father would undoubtedly lash out at her as he fumed, holding back his rage.“Child, you know that this family has relied on the Reids’ family for many years.” Her grandfather emphasized. “Divorce is the same as severing the business ties between us.”Kiara knew all about it.When she and Killian got married, her family’s declining business rose again. With the

Her body flew in the air, landing hard in the middle of the dark street. Kiara winced as though every bone within her body were splintering under invisible pressure. A deep, relentless ache throbbed in her waist, sharp and consuming, making it feel as if her very frame were being torn apart from the inside.The taxi driver zoomed off.And through her blurred vision, red with the blood that flowed from her forehead into her eyes, three figures emerged from the car that had just hit her.One was a tall, middle-aged man with a solid build that leaned slightly toward the heavy side, and behind him were two strong and muscular figures, much younger.Her father and his bodyguards.Shock overpowered her pain, her heart hurting tremendously as hot tears left her eyes.No, it wasn’t him. The man just seemed like her father.Besides, she couldn’t see properly, so she must have mistaken someone else for him.But Kiara couldn’t mistake his voice.Stopping in front of her, his hard kick landed i