All Chapters of The Good Girl's Revenge: Using the Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Syria’s POVI froze. A chill ran down my spine. A horrible thought crept into my mind. I didn’t want to think it, let alone believe it.Could my uncle have killed them?I turned my head slowly and looked at him. He was waiting for my reaction, watching me closely. But I shook my head, rejecting the idea. That couldn't be true. As twisted as my uncle was, I couldn’t bring myself to believe he would go that far. Murder his own wife and children? No. He might be ruthless, but I knew he still had limits. At least, I hoped he did.Still, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode. My palms were clammy, and cold sweat trickled down the side of my face. I tried to stay strong, to hold myself together."What did you do to them?!"But he didn’t answer. Instead, he scoffed like I was the one being unreasonable. “You’re still as stubborn as ever, Syria.”I flinched at the name. I shook my head again, trying to block out the rising tension in my chest."Why didn’

Syria’s POVHe let go of Grandma.Her body collapsed to the floor.I scrambled toward her, my hands shaking as I crawled across the cold floor. "Grandma? Please wake up… please..." My voice trembled. I gently shook her shoulder, hoping, begging, for a sign of life. But she didn’t respond. Her chest moved just barely. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow. It was like her soul had already drifted far away.My heart dropped.I tried to lift her, even just to cradle her against me, but her weight felt too much.And then I looked up.There he was. My uncle. Just standing there. Watching.He had that disgusting smirk on his face, like he was proud of what he’d done. Like he was admiring a masterpiece. My stomach turned. My blood boiled. My tears streamed down uncontrollably, and I shook my head in disbelief, in disgust.“Y-You’re evil.” I whispered, barely able to speak through my rage. “You’re a monster!”And in that moment, a fear unlike anything I had ever known s

Bennett’s POV“I’m going to make sure you live through hell until Syria comes back!”Then, another loud crack of a whip echoed across the hallway.I was walking past, trying to sneak out, hoping not to get involved in anything, but then I saw it. My father, towering over Grandma, his hand gripping that same thick leather whip he always kept in his room. He lashed it across her back again, and again, and again, as if he wasn’t hitting a person anymore but a lifeless object.Grandma’s scream rang through the entire house. It was haunting, like it was trying to escape her soul, trying to claw its way out through the pain.It was pure torture.Mom wasn’t around. She was locked up in the chamber, Dad’s own private prison beneath the house. He put her there after finding out she cheated on him. He didn’t care what it did to her. He didn’t care what it did to us. All he cared about was that she betrayed him. And betrayal, to him, meant war.Novene wasn’t around either. She had her own me

Syria’s POVI moved slowly toward him, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of my lips. The way he looked at me now was completely different. His usual arrogance? Gone. His face had paled, and the fear in his eyes was unmistakable. “You’re fucking joking.”I tilted my head slightly, running my fingers along the side of my neck, my eyes still locked on his. “No,” I replied. “I’m not joking.”I took another step forward, watching him take one back.“Your father,” I said, eyes narrowing, “has always been deeply in love with my mother.”He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t let him.“And me?” I raised an eyebrow. “Look at me. Really look at me. Stare at my fucking face right now.”His eyes twitched, but he didn’t say a word.“You can’t see it?” I hissed. “Can’t you see how much I look like her? That I’m practically her reflection? That every time he looks at me, he’s reminded of the woman he couldn’t have, the woman he still wants?”“He’s obsessed with control. Twisted affecti

Syria’s POV“She’s dead. There’s nothing you can do anymore.”My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I just stood there, staring at my grandmother’s lifeless body. My hand, the one that had been clutching her arm, went limp. I lost my grip, and her body dropped heavily to the floor with a dull thud.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him slowly stepping closer.My throat felt parch when I finally forced myself to speak.“Y-You killed her,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You killed your own mother.”He didn’t even flinch. His eyes were empty, almost bored, as if what he’d done meant absolutely nothing.My chest tightened with disgust and sorrow. My legs moved without thinking, trying to put distance between us. I kept retreating, one step after another, until suddenly, my heel hit something solid on the ground. My gaze dropped automatically, hoping he hadn’t noticed. There, partly hidden beneath the edge of the blanket, was a silver cufflink.My heart skipped a beat.My cousin mus