All Chapters of Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kimberly scoffed, eyeing all of them with an icy sneer. “My, my, you two look awfully proud of yourselves, don’t you? I’ve truly never seen anyone command such baseless delusions, you despicable pair of absolute parasites.”Vivian and Theo’s smug expressions instantly shattered into aggravated rage.Kimberly folded her arms tightly over her chest, tossing her head back with a look of supreme indifference. “Honestly? I’d sooner seduce a slimy toad than waste my precious energy trying to seduce him.”“You!” Theo roared, his index finger trembling violently as he pointed it straight at her face.Kimberly simply rolled her eyes, her expression utterly unfazed by his outburst.“Sister,” Vivian said smoothly, wrapping her arms around Theo’s like a clingy vine and resting her chin on his shoulder. “There’s no need to pretend the grapes are sour just because you can’t reach them. This pathetic little game of playing hard to get is just... so deeply embarrassing for you.”“Nobody’s more embarr

The veins along Marco Holland’s neck bulged like thick, blue ropes, his face flushed a deep, terrifying purple. “Shut up! Shut your mouth!” he roared, his voice cracking under the strain of his fury. He pointed a trembling, manic finger at Kimberly. “Hold her down! Hold this disgraceful girl down this instant!”Charles Holland immediately lunged forward, locking his arms around Kimberly from behind.“Hey, hey!” Kimberly yelled in panic, her pulse spiking as Charles pinned her arms behind her. “Let me go! Get off of…”SMACK!The force of Marco’s palm striking her face was so violent it cut off her words in an instant. Kimberly gasped, her vision flashing white as a sharp, blinding heat bloomed across her cheek.She didn’t even have a second to recover before his hand came swinging back from the opposite direction.SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed repeatedly through the air. Marco struck her again and again, pouring every ounce of his humiliation

Finnick Kruger’s iron grip remained locked around the heavy wooden stake. His gaze was icy, piercing straight through Charles Holland, whose face had flushed pale, terror written in every line of his features.The rest of the family instantly straightened their postures the second they realized who stood before them.Finnick tore the stake out of Charles’s trembling hands with a single, contemptuous jerk and tossed it casually to the side. It clattered loudly against the stone courtyard.“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Finnick asked, his voice low, calm, and deadly as he turned his gaze to Marco, who was trying desperately to avoid eye contact. “You intend to commit murder on my property?”Marco shook his head violently, his hands waving in frantic denial. “No! No, Mr. Kruger! I wouldn’t dare!”The second the threat passed, Kimberly scrambled out from the line of fire, burying herself behind Finnick’s broad shoulders and clutching his arm.A pouting, immensely relieved sne

Finnick led Kimberly into his spacious private living quarters, gesturing toward the soft leather sofa.Kimberly sank down onto the cushions right where he pointed, her lower lip still pouting exaggeratedly.Finnick settled into the seat beside her, glancing up at Jonas, who stood quietly near the entrance. “Go get some ice and the medical kit.”As Jonas hurried off, Finnick turned his gaze back to Kimberly, his tone even and reassuring. “From now on, you just focus on recovering here. They won’t bother you again.”Kimberly nodded happily, her eyes lighting up. “Hm-hm! Uncle, I’m so glad you showed up in time today. Otherwise, I could have been in real trouble.”Finnick lowered his gaze, remaining silent. Moments later, Jonas returned carrying a silver tray with an ice pack wrapped in a plush white towel, cotton swabs, and a small porcelain cup filled with a dark medicinal liquid.Finnick picked up the wrapped ice pack and gently pressed it against her swollen cheek.Kimberly instant

Sitting on the armrest beside him, Kimberly couldn’t hold it in. She burst into a mocking laugh, shaking her head in disbelief at Martha’s absurd logic.“An outsider?” Finnick asked, his voice icy as he stared Martha down. “So what you’re saying is that the lawful wife Theo married... in your eyes, is not considered a Kruger?”Martha’s eyes darted around the room, instantly shifting into defensive mode. “That... that’s not what I meant at all…”“Enough.” Finnick waved his hand dismissively, completely stripped of any patience to listen to her nonsense. “Your son’s disgraceful, incompetent behavior... as his mother, you should be far more embarrassed by it than I am. And I have zero interest in discussing basic parenting with you. If you are dissatisfied with how I manage the Kruger family and its members, Theo is more than welcome to pack his bags and leave the family entirely.”Then a quiet, terrifying chuckle escaped Finnick’s chest. “Losing a leech like him... won’t affect the fami