Long-Lost Daughter Vs. Unborn 'Heir Novel

Chapter 3 Chloe Wanted Me Dead Before I could say another word, Chloe lost it. She screamed and threw my phone on the floor. Then she lunged at me, punching and kicking like she wanted me dead. "Brother and sister? Please. You're more like his little whore! Seducing men since you were a kid. Have you no shame? "I kept wondering why Ryan said he loved me but kept sneaking off. Now I get it. You two grew up together, huh? Childhood sweethearts? Slut, slut, slut!" She got angrier with every word. Then she caught sight of the pink diamond necklace around my neck-the one Ryan gave me.

Her eyes turned bloodshot. She screamed again, grabbed the necklace, and yanked it off me so hard it cut a deep line into my skin. It felt like someone sliced my neck open. I dropped to the ground, rolling in pain. But she didn't stop. She grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and slammed it into the floor. Pain exploded through my skull. I felt like she ripped a chunk of my hair out. Then came the sound. A dull, heavy thud as my head hit the ground. Everything spun. Still not satisfied, she yanked me up and slapped me over and over again. I couldn't even count how many.

My ears rang, my vision blurred. Then she turned to her crew and barked, "What are you just standing there for? "Didn't she say she's too weak to go outside? Well, if her legs don't work anyway, let's help her out." Something cold settled in my gut. I tried to get away, but it was too late. The girls rushed forward and pinned me down, pressing my arms and legs to the floor. My body was already weak. Now I couldn't even move. Two of them ran off and came back holding mop handles from the utility room. They lifted them up and swung. Crack. I was sure my left leg broke right then. I screamed.

Loud. The pain was so sharp I couldn't even feel my leg anymore. Just endless, blinding agony. Before I could breathe, another blow hit. This time, my right leg. I tried to crawl away, but their hands held me down like chains. Chloe stood at the door, watching me suffer with a twisted grin on her face. Blood filled my mouth. My vision turned red. 1/2 That was when I understood. They didn't believe a word I said. To them, I was just the side chick. The dirty secret. And Chloe wasn't going to let me off easy. No matter what I said, she didn't care.

I lay there, trapped, helpless, as they kept swinging. Then I heard a sickening snap. My left leg was broken for real. Bent at a wrong angle, like something out of a nightmare. Everything inside me shut down. I started coughing up blood. The room echoed with the sound of wood hitting flesh, over and over again; mixed with my screaming. But none of them cared. Not one. They acted like they were heroes, beating down a homewrecker. Like I deserved this. And as long as Chloe kept quiet, no one dared stop. After my legs, they went for my arms. Snap. Then snap again.

When it was finally over, I was curled up on the floor, twisted and soaked in blood, tears, and sweat. My whole body shook. Through the haze, I saw Chloe standing there, towering over me. Her face looked calm. Almost satisfied. Like she found peace watching me fall apart. That look sent a chill down my spine. This wasn't just anger. Chloe wanted me dead. And not just dead... she wanted to torture me first. All because she thought I had something with Ryan? What a fucking joke. I let out a weak laugh and spit out blood, then glared up at her.

"All this, just because you think something's going on between me and Ryan? You want to beat me to death over a maybe? Sounds like you're not too confident in your place as his girlfriend. "Or maybe you're just desperate to marry into money. And the second someone threatens that, you lose your mind." "Shut your damn mouth!" Chloe lost it again. She stormed over and started kicking me in the head like she was trying to kill me. "You disgusting bitch. Still got something to say? "Somebody brings me a knife. I'm cutting off her lips. Let's see how she talks after that."