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All Chapters of My Father’s Test Turns Lovers Into Killers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1

Ten minutes ago, Dominic was laughing about my father’s “dark room test,” calling it an old-fashioned joke.Now, his hands were clamped around my neck, pinning me to the carpeted floor.I couldn’t breathe. The world started to go dark.“Dominic! Are you crazy? What did you see in there?!” I clawed desperately at his fingers, my nails digging bloody scratches into the back of his hands.“Shut up! I’m doing the world a favor!” he roared, his eyes bloodshot with pure disgust.He drove his knee hard into my stomach.White-hot pain exploded through me, stealing my breath. I curled into a ball, unable to scream.He got to his feet and kicked me hard in the ribs. Twice.The sharp point of his leather shoe made my vision go black.Without another glance, he turned and stormed out of the mansion.I lay on the floor, gasping for air, the taste of blood filling my throat.This was the fifth time.Ever since I turned twenty, every man who swore he loved me walked into that basement room and came o

Chapter 2

Sharp pain woke me from unconsciousness.I was lying on the back lawn of the mansion, the night wind cold enough to cut through bone.Crows by the fountain pecked at my open wounds, mistaking me for a corpse.Fighting off a wave of dizziness, I stumbled back to my room, careful not to make a sound.I was done with this endless abuse. I couldn’t just wait to die. I had to save myself.After the third fiancé left, I’d called the police. I suspected they were being hypnotized in that room. But the police sent a doctor who found no signs of hypnosis.My fiancés genuinely, truly hated me.The family elders and the staff all told the police I was hallucinating from drugs.In the end, the cops yelled at me for wasting their time and left.As punishment, Victor locked me in the unheated wine cellar for a week.No food. Only ice water.I’d tried to run away, too.But no matter where I went, my father’s bodyguards always found me.I knew I had to have a tracker implanted somewhere in me.After w

Chapter 3

“Maya…” I sobbed, clinging to her.In this cold, insane family, she was the only warmth I had left.“Don’t be afraid, Nessa. The guards change shifts tonight. I’ll take you through the old dog run in the back fence. I have savings. We’ll go to another city and never come back.”I nodded, choking back tears.Night fell, and the mansion was deathly quiet.I followed Maya, sticking to the shadows of the walls, moving step by step toward the backyard.Freedom was just on the other side of that fence.Just as we were about to reach the gap, blinding searchlights flashed on.The white beams pinned us in place.Victor stood before us with a dozen bodyguards, like a ghost in the night.“Good evening, Maya, Nessa,” Victor said, his voice flat.My mind went blank. I was too scared to even breathe.It was over. It was all over.But Victor wasn’t angry. He didn’t order anyone to hit me.He just walked up to Maya and stared at her.“You want to take her? Fine,” Victor said calmly. “All you have to

Chapter 4

I rubbed my eyes, trying to make it go away.The images playing on the screen were like poisoned knives stabbing into my brain.Impossible. This was impossible.“Do you see it clearly now?” Victor’s icy voice echoed in the room. “Have you given up?”He grabbed my collar and slapped me hard across the face.“You should have been in hell a long time ago, Nessa,” he cursed, his words laced with a bone-chilling cold.This time, I didn’t move.My cheek swelled, and blood trickled from my lip, but I felt nothing.My heart had already been crushed by the disgusting, ugly “truth” on that screen.I closed my eyes in despair.If all of this was real, then I didn’t deserve to live.Everyone who loved me was turned into a monster by this secret.I was a monster.I slowly sat up from the cold floor, my eyes dead.“I understand,” I said to Victor, my voice unnervingly calm. “I’ll end it myself.”Victor narrowed his eyes and sneered. “Trying to trick me and run? Dream on. The Cassano family has eyes

Chapter 5

“Get out! I don’t know anything!”I used my one good arm to prop myself up, trying to stop the detective’s questions.“I’m not right in the head! I take illegal drugs, I’m a psycho! I made up all the injuries myself!” I clawed at my hair, trying to make them believe my lies.The police watched my breakdown with blank faces.“I’m afraid not, Miss Nessa.” He held up a report. “Your toxicology screen came back completely clean. You’re sober. And the marks on your body are definitely from long-term abuse.”He slapped a file with an official seal on the bedside table.“This is a search warrant. We have Victor Cassano in the hallway. He’s taking us to the mansion now.”“No—!” I begged, tears and sweat soaking the blanket.The detective ignored my breakdown and walked out.I couldn’t let them go in there.Dragging my broken, stitched-up body, I demanded to go with them.The police car bounced along the winding mountain road.My wounds reopened, blood seeping through my hospital gown, but I wa

Chapter 6

That morning, I had just thrown the motel’s trash into the dumpster outside. When I turned around, I saw Victor.“Good morning, my daughter,” he said, getting out of a car.Before I could scream, two massive bodyguards rushed me, slamming me against the hood of the car. The cold click of handcuffs locked around my wrists.“What are you doing?! Let her go!” the fat motel owner yelled, running out with his phone. “I’m calling the cops!”“I’m so sorry to have frightened you, sir,” Victor said, walking over gracefully.He took several official-looking documents from his briefcase and handed them to the owner. “I’m her father. My daughter suffers from severe schizophrenia with violent tendencies. She escaped from custody two weeks ago after assaulting someone.”To make his case, Victor even played a video on his tablet—security footage of me acting insane, smashing antiques and cutting the elder’s face.In the video, I was a wild-eyed, disheveled madwoman.“Oh my God…” The owner’s expressio

Chapter 7

The “Eden” private psychiatric hospital was as luxurious as a five-star hotel, but just as suffocating.Every day, I was forced to swallow handfuls of tranquilizers.The drugs dulled my emotions.I lost track of time, almost forgetting who I was. The only thing left in my mind was that bloody security video.Until one day, three months later.During my time in the high-security ward’s recreation area, I saw someone through the thick bulletproof glass who should have been impossible to see.Julian.The man from the video. My first love, who I had supposedly murdered.He was in a striped hospital gown, sitting in a wheelchair, staring out the window.My drug-addled brain kicked into overdrive. A powerful sense of wrongness made my head spin. Julian wasn’t dead?Then who was in that video?That night, I used a bobby pin I’d hidden to pick the lock on my door.I snuck into the isolation ward and found Julian’s room.The moment I opened the door, Julian’s eyes went wide.A shocking light fl

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