All Chapters of They Killed Me, But Fate Gave Me A Second Chance For Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

LIAMThe words hit me hard. “What?”“When your aunt suspected a Trueblood was going to be born in your generation, she argued that we shouldn’t risk another destroyer being born into our world, forgetting that not all Truebloods are destroyers. She even suggested that we should use dark magic to find out the bloodline of the Trueblood that is going to be born, but the cost of doing so demanded a bloody massacre and yet, she still insisted.”“S-she wanted genocide?” Daisy stutters slightly.“Yes,” Dad replies. “I forbade it, obviously. I told her we will not become mass murderers and besides, using dark magic is forbidden and dangerous. I told her that we should try to trust in the goodness of people and in their ability to choose peace over darkness when given the chance, but she disagreed. She said I was naive, stupid, and that I was condemning future generations to death by allowing Truebloods to exist. We argued for weeks. Even my wife had to step into the matter, but Fiona never a

DAISYWho the fuck is Leech200?“Daisy?” Ria’s voice sounds distant. “Who is behind the attack?”“Some hacker called Leech200,” I reply quietly.Leech200. I know that hacker, though not personally but I have seen the person’s signature works in underground hacking communities. This Leech200 is good. Really good and in fact one of the best freelance hackers in the dark web market.Also, I heard the hacker is fucking expensive. Someone clearly paid the hacker to do this to Quantum Solutions.But why?“Can you stop the attack?” Suzy asks worriedly.“Yes. I am working on it.” I nod and quickly start deploying further countermeasures that are specifically designed for DDoS attacks; rate limiting, traffic analysis, challenge-response systems. Writing the code is hectic right now, but I have no other choice but to keep going, each line of code scrolling across my screen so fast it is almost a blur. The lines of commands and protocols keep flowing out of me, and I am fucking determined to suc

DYLAN Fuck. The building smells like piss and mold. The odor is so irritating that I have to wrinkle my nose and even hold my breath to prevent myself from gagging. My hand is resting on the knife tucked in my belt, and ahead of me, Adam, James and Liam are moving just as quietly like me. Murphy Lynch is a professional hacker and I want to believe he definitely makes a lot of money, so why the hell is he staying in a shitty place like this? Anyway, we continue climbing the stairs to the third floor. The Royal Guards are already positioned outside, two guards at each exit and they are all ready to catch Murphy if the fucker ever thinks about running. If he is smart, he is going to stay put and surrender because we are going to make sure he doesn’t slip through our fingers. His apartment, Apartment 3B, is at the end of a hallway that is too narrow with stuffy air. The fluorescent lights are dim and buzzing like they are about to die any time soon. Even the damned carpet is stained

DAISYMurphy Lynch.He… he is dead.And right now, I am trying to breathe properly even though I am still struggling to make sense of everything.King Matthias’s office is crowded with everyone around me. Liam is on my left side, while Ria and Suzy are on the other side. Dylan, Adam, and James are standing behind us, while the King himself is seated behind his desk.None of us have spoken anything for a while. Also, I still can't make my lungs work right.I still can't believe that someone has been watching me for months.The thought keeps circling in my head over and over again like a bad song that's stuck on repeat. Whoever Murphy was working for hired him to watch me and the bastard agreed to do so.For months.“Daisy?” Liam calls me softly, his hand covering mine. “Are you alright? You are shaking.”He is right. I am shaking. My whole body is trembling like I am cold, but I am not cold.I am scared.“I-I am okay,” I lie, trying not to worry him more than he is already feeling.Rig

DAISYSome minutes later, Liam and I arrive back in his bedroom. The door closes behind us with a soft thud.Finally.Leaning against the door, I just breathe. In and out. In and out. I am still trying to slow down my pounding heart and to push away the images of Murphy's corpse and the blood-written message and those hundreds of photos of me.“Daisy, are you alright?” Liam asks quietly, watching me with those blue eyes that always make me melt.‎‎“Yeah,” I shake my head. “I'm okay.”“No you are not.”“I will be.”He sighs and crosses the space between us in three strides.On reaching me, he gently cups my face in his hands, tilting it up so I have to look at him.“Everything will be alright,” he whispers softly. “You are an amazing woman and I believe you are stronger than all the odds against you. Against us. No matter what happens, you are a survivor. Never forget that.”The words should feel empty. A platitude. Just something people say when they don't know what else to say.Howe