Long-Lost Daughter Vs. Unborn 'Heir Novel

Chapter 4 Please Don't Hit Me Anymore My ears rang from the kick. Blood poured from my nose. I couldn't even hear what Chloe was saying anymore. But then one of her friends handed her a knife. Chloe looked down at me, smiling like she was having fun. Her eyes gleamed with something sick and proud. "Go on, talk. I want to see what you come up with next," she said. Then she raised her hand. And just like that, with one vicious swing, she sliced off my lips. I screamed. The kind of scream that came from deep in my chest, torn apart by pain and terror.

I had never even heard of something this cruel, let alone imagined someone could actually do it. But Chloe did it. No hesitation. And it still wasn't enough for her. She slashed my face a few more times, dragging the blade across my skin like she was painting. Blood and torn flesh mixed together until my face was unrecognizable. My mouth had become a hole. Only then did she stand up, finally looking satisfied. "I didn't want to go this far. "But you just had to lie. Had to run your filthy mouth. So now, this is what you get. "You brought this on yourself. Isn't that right?" I couldn't think.

Couldn't breathe. The pain had pushed my mind to the edge. Just hearing her voice made me shake uncontrollably. "It's my fault. I was wrong. "Please don't hit me anymore. I'll die..." I was begging. Completely broken. That made them laugh even harder. "And here I thought she had some backbone. A few hits and look at her. Scared like a rat." "That's what sluts are like. They act tough until someone beats it out of them." "Chloe really had that rich wife vibe. The way Chloe handled her, she probably wanted to crawl over and kiss Chloe's shoes." "She's not stealing anything from Chloe.

Not anymore. With that ruined face? Mr. Hartwell wouldn't even glance her way. Childhood sweetheart? Give me a break." At the mention of Ryan, Chloe's eyes lit up. She pulled out her phone and started a video call right there, flipping the camera to show my blood-covered, mutilated face. 1/3 All my life, my parents protected me. If I scraped my skin, a doctor would be there overnight. They spent everything to keep me safe. But now? I had been beaten, humiliated, and torn apart like garbage. They promised I'd never be hurt. So where were they? Where was Ryan? Why hadn't anyone come?

My chest felt like it was being torn open. Blood and tears ran down my face. But Chloe just kept smiling. The call connected. I could hear rushed footsteps from the other end. She put on her sweetest voice, light and cheerful, nothing like the monster she had just been. "Ryan, seriously? Keeping a side piece behind my back? And she actually had the nerve to lie and say she's your sister? Don't worry, I taught her a good lesson. "Look at her now. Doesn't she look like a dying stray dog? Isn't it funny?" Before she could keep talking, Ryan's voice boomed through the villa.

"What the hell is going on here?" Everyone froze and turned toward the door. Ryan stood there in a velvet custom suit, cold and sharp like winter air. He had clearly rushed. His breath came hard; his coat was still damp from outside. He looked like a storm walking in. I tried to move toward him, but my body was too damaged. All I could do was let out a weak, broken whimper. His eyes locked onto me. The color drained from his face. He must have been called by the staff Chloe had kicked out. But even he hadn't expected to see this. My arms and legs were bent the wrong way.

My face was destroyed. My lips were gone. From where he stood, I must have looked like a horror movie come to life. He didn't move. Chloe walked over to him with a little giggle and wrapped her arms around his. "Aww, you missed me already? We were only apart for a few hours and you came running," she teased. 2/3 His voice trembled. Just a little. "Who told you to come here?" he asked. "Do you even know who lives in this place?" Chloe pouted like a spoiled child. "Why are you yelling? We're getting married. I just wanted to see who you were hiding. And guess what?

It was just some cheap slut pretending to be your sister."