Chapter 6
Her head thudded hollowly against the stone floor. “Elizabeth, vengeance has its rightful target. Dylan killed the child in your womb-this has nothing to do with me! Take your revenge on him, I beg you, spare me!”
Dylan’s eyes snapped toward Amy, blazing with fury. “You dared lie to me?”
Seeing her deception unraveled, Amy shed all pretense. “Blame your own stupidity! You believed those fake photos I doctored, those ‘proof of Elizabeth’s affairs!”
With a surge of unnatural strength, Dylan wrenched free from the bodyguards and lunged at Amy.
“You bitch! This is all your doing-I’ll kill you!”
They grappled fiercely. Though physically weaker, Amy fought with vicious precision, raking her nails across the wounds on Dylan’s face.
I stepped back, watching the vipers turn on each other. Dylan eventually overpowered her, his hands closing around her throat. As Amy gasped, eyes rolling back, I signaled the bodyguards to pull Dylan off.
“I said I’d avenge my child myself.”
Dragging the iron rod forward, I watched terror flood their faces. “No… please, no…” they whimpered in unison.
Just as I raised the rod, aiming for their skulls-
Aaron’s cane thumped urgently across the floor. “Elizabeth! Spare them!”
Dylan’s eyes lit with desperate hope. “Grandfather! She’s going to kill me! Save me!”
Overnight, Aaron’s hair had turned nearly white, his face etched with exhaustion. He approached-me, breath labored, guilt heavy in his voice. “Elizabeth… Dylan, that fool, destroyed the child you and Ray- mond shared. His crime is beyond forgiveness…”
My grip tightened on the rod, my gaze icy as it met Aaron’s. Dylan, orphaned young, had been raised by Aaron. This plea for mercy was expected. But was Dylan’s life precious, while my child’s was not? Yes- terday’s memory burned fresh-the desperate struggle within me, that silent cry for help. Today, no plea would sway me.
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Yet Aaron, aged and dignified, sank to his knees before me. “Dylan lost his parents as a boy. I raised him. His monstrous act… reflects my failure as his guardian.” His voice broke. “Let this old man die with him today. Let us atone before our lost grandchild.”
Dylan’s panic erupted. “Grandfather! I don’t want to die! I won’t die!” He tore free again, rushing to pull Aaron up. “How can you kneel to her? Get up! Take me away!”
Aaron wrenched his arm free, raising his cane. The blow cracked sharply against Dylan’s back. “You beast! Kneel! Kneel and beg forgiveness from Elizabeth and the child you murdered!”
Cowed by the strike, or perhaps realizing Aaron could no longer shield him, Dylan slumped to his knees before me. His forehead struck the floor in frantic, hollow thuds.
Aaron Martinez beside me also bent at the waist. “Kill me first. That way, when I descend to hell, I’ll be worthy to face Dylan’s parents.”
Clutching the iron rod, I staggered back a step. This old man-who’d once dominated the business world and carried pride through a lifetime-now knelt before me, stirring a storm of conflicting emo- tions in my chest.
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