Chapter 1011
Eva writhed on the floor, her mask of elegance shattered. The proud lady was gone. In her place, a prisoner twisting in pain, blood smearing the floor as she thrashed.
Her screams echoed, wild and unending. But no one came to her rescue. The whole estate stayed silent. Her agony belonged to her alone, swallowed by the vast, empty house.
Wanda watched, frozen in horror. Fear wrapped around her like chains, heavy and suffocating. In her gut, dread settled, cold and unshakable.
When fear took over, the first instinct was survival.
In that instant, whatever bond Wanda shared with Eva snapped in two. All Wanda wanted was to run from this dreadful place. She tried to stand, but her legs gave way. Her courage had drained out of her, leaving her weak and useless. So, she began to crawl. Latest content published on find[?]ovel.net
It was pitiful. After what felt like forever, she only made it to the edge of the sofa. She slumped against it, panting, trying to steady her breath.
Eva, meanwhile, kept writhing on the floor, her screams tearing through the room.
Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t dare look at Eva. She couldn’t bear the sound of Eva’s cries.
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, Wanda shoved her face deep between the sofa cushions, clamped her hands over her ears, and whispered over and over, “It’s not real… just an illusion. It’s all a nightmare. It will be over soon. It has to end soon.”
Milton stood silently, watching Eva and Wanda with cold indifference. There was no pity in his eyes—only a chilling satisfaction. He had always despised these two women who had clung to the Campbell family for years. He had never struck them—he prided himself on never laying a hand on women.
But being a gentleman didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching justice be served. Elliana had done what he’d long wished to do. For the first time in years, the weight on his chest felt lighter.
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He thought of his mother’s words before she fled years ago, and the fire in him to tear Eva apart burned hotter than ever.
At last, Eva’s movements ceased. She collapsed near Wanda, her body trembling, her breath shallow and ragged. The pain hadn’t vanished. She simply no longer had the strength to even struggle.
Elliana strode over, pulled the needle free, and looked down at Eva. “Now, who are you?” she asked, her voice calm as ice.
A gasp burst from Eva’s lips as the pain receded. Relief washed over her in a wave, but with it came a terror far deeper. She would do anything—say anything—to never feel that agony again. This wasn’t just cruelty. Elliana was a demon. A thousand times more frightening than her mother.
Years ago, Eva had used Paul’s influence to tear Arthur from the woman he loved, even ordering an assassination attempt on his beloved. And for all her heinous acts, Eva had never faced any consequences.
Arthur’s beloved had never retaliated, never so much as raised her voice. Eva had called her weak. Harmless.
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