Chapter 272: King And Pawn

Trigger Warning:

This Chapter contains graphic depictions of abuse, domestic violence, child trauma, sexual violence, and non-consensual acts that may be deeply distressing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with caution. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Little Asher continuously peered out the door, his eyes shining with a curiosity typical of children his age. However, Henry noticed him at that very moment, and his entire face flooded with rage. Violet had never seen a man that terrifying, and she’d bet her ass he was about to hurt him.

"No, don’t!" Violet tried to stop him but her hands simply went through him like air. Oh right, she was seemingly a spectator in this quickly spiraling nightmare.

Henry marched over to where little Asher was hiding and grabbed him roughly by the clothes, yanking him into the office.

"What are you doing here?!" he roared. "Have you come to eavesdrop and plot ways to defeat me before my time?"

Asher, clueless as to what he meant, shook his head frantically. "I didn’t mean to, Papa! Please don’t hurt me!"

The boy must have unintentionally imbued his power into those words because Henry found himself releasing him without meaning to. And when Henry realized what had happened, his eyes darkened with rage.

"What have I told you about taking off the glasses?! How many times have I said I don’t want to see those cursed eyes of yours!" Henry could only scold him furiously, seeing he couldn’t hurt him—thanks to the command the boy had given.

"I-I’m sorry, Papa! I’m so sorry!" young Asher cried between bursts of tears.

"Henry, that’s enough!" the other man called out, and that seemed to distract Henry just long enough for Asher to bolt out of the room before he knew what was happening.

Violet couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as soon as Asher was gone. Then she turned to glare at Henry, her disdain for the man so strong it flowed through her like a living force. How she wished she could hurt him so badly!

But before she could take a step toward him, the scene shifted so abruptly, like someone had pulled the world out from under her feet, and the next moment, Violet found herself seated with no recollection of how she got there.

It was a dining table stretching long enough to seat at least twenty guests, its polished surface gleaming under the light.

table, seated the stern and imposing Henry while adjacent to him, not quite at the head but close enough to

But unlike everyone else at the table, there was no plate before her, nor even a glass

what? Violet braced herself, dreading whatever memory she was about to witness next. Unlike other children whose childhoods were filled with rainbows and sunshine, Asher’s was shaping up to be an epic horror movie. Her heart skipped,

her gaze fell on a golden bell placed right beside Henry’s hand and without hesitation, he picked it up and rang it, the sound slicing through the

just as she feared, the door creaked

Fuck her entire existence.

like he was some obedient cat. What the

Eight? Nine? Ten? Violet couldn’t tell, especially not with

all these years, it was finally beginning to show. Asher wasn’t just playing the obedient son, he was

voice flat, cold and far too composed for

left no room for argument, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction as Asher moved without hesitation to the

haired woman suddenly

her direction, his beaded eyes pinning her

"I

This was Asher’s mother. No wonder. Violet should have known — the hair, the face — the resemblance was stark. Although, at this point, Violet was

at her for a while, then

am so sick and tired

dipping his bread into his soup and eating without a care in the world. The blatant dismissal only fueled her fury. She stormed over to him and, in one swift motion,

voice trembling with rage. "Don’t treat me like I don’t exist! Like my opinion doesn’t matter! I’m your

this was going to end. And yet, it still didn’t stop the startled yelp that escaped her lips when Henry struck his wife hard across the

growled in irritation, "It seems you’ve forgotten who

seat and he obviously wanted to help his mother but Henry’s face whipped to him and he commanded in a terrifying tone. "Sit your ass back down or your punishment will be

wanted to protect his mother but he was just a little boy. Violet didn’t even blame Asher when he reluctantly sat down. After all, who knew what Henry had done to him in

his eyes glinting in such a way that told Violet he would ruffle Asher’s hair

boy and would need it soon enough. You need to learn that women are dogs that need to be controlled. They are to be trained to be of use. Hence when they misbehave, it’s your right as

hair so violently that she screamed out in pain. But the sound didn’t faze him in the slightest. Violet’s eyes widened, a wave of nausea rising

Oh God. No.

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