Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 307

Chapter 307

The pain was sharp and relentless, like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight into her heart. Sylvia clenched the corner of her pillow, barely holding back a

shudder.

Suddenly, the air in the room turned chilly. She jerked upright, panic flooding her veins, just in time to see a shadow looming closer from behind.

"Who's there?" she demanded, voice trembling.

"It's me."

The voice made her freeze. In the soft, amber glow of the nightlight, she could just make out the figure at the foot of her bed.

Rupert.

Heart pounding, Sylvia snatched up her pillow and hurled it at him.

"Get out! How the hell did you get in here? This is breaking and entering! I can call the cops on you!"

Before she'd even finished, Rupert tossed her phone-previously left on her nightstand onto the duvet.

"Go ahead. Call them."

Sylvia stared at the glowing screen, realization dawning.

"Uncle Rupert, here to delete videos again? You just can't trust anyone, can you? Gotta protect your little fiancée all on your own.”

Her words dripped with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone with shaking hands. She already knew Rupert had wiped out every bit of evidence, but she still

scrolled through her gallery, hope flickering uselessly.

Nothing. Just a blank grid. Her stomach plummeted.

mattress dipped under Rupert's weight. He

tossing it aside, then

gave you

of nicotine filled the air between them. He must've

you had enough of this sick

he pushed her

"Not even close."

dark as midnight, flickered in the low light. There was a storm behind them,

Sylvia spat, sucking in a shaky breath. The ache in her chest was

shield her face, but he caught her wrists

her head, leaving her exposed

edge of her eye, feeling the wetness

was

and

forcing her to look at him. His hair fell

flickered

not clever enough," he

time to speak. He crashed his lips against

pain, her struggle, he

buzzed insistently in his pocket.

last, he pulled it out, still tracing

screen, and heat in his eyes cooled instantly. "Yeah, Dad," he

hung

at Sylvia, who

bed, clutching

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