Chapter 487

"I try to be good, and everyone walks all over me. But the minute I push back, suddenly I'm the difficult one!"

"I'm a person! I'm human, damn it!"

Sylvia's neck strained, veins visible beneath her pale skin, her cheeks flushing with a wild, angry red. Her chest heaved with every breath as she glared at the man in front of her, eyes brimming with hurt and fury.

But Rupert... Rupert was as calm and unreadable as ever, cold and bottomless.

For a heartbeat, it was as if time froze. All her pain, all her struggle-he didn't see it, or chose not to.

Rupert reached up and tilted her face toward him, his eyes flickering with something almost soft, but it was gone so fast she wondered if she imagined it.

His voice was low, cold, and steady. "Sylvia, if you're mine, why would I ever let you go?"

The air between them was thick, suffocating. Sylvia tried to turn away, but Rupert held her fast, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint in them. Then he crushed his lips to hers in a bruising, desperate kiss.

Sylvia fought back with everything she had, pounding her fists against his chest, her panic rising.

Suddenly, Rupert shuddered against her mouth, then twisted her around, pinning her arms behind her back, trapping her tight in his embrace.

"Stay. Or you and your daughter can both spend some time in a cell. Your choice."

She froze. She couldn't see his face, but his voice was icy, his patience clearly at its end.

until her knuckles turned white. Her heart chilled

Rupert would've found

"...I'll stay."

out of her throat, each one costing

around-a place that had been her cage for

behind her, wasn't

Take a

stairs, her figure so

go, a strange emotion flickering across his face-there and gone in an instant, replaced by

but Orson was quick, jumping

"Mr. Rupert―"

"Help me to the

***

Downstairs, in the study.

the door opened, the coppery smell of blood hit the

stood there, masked and gloved, his white coat splattered with crimson. Bloody gauze littered

into a chair while Chris hurried over,

first glance, Rupert looked fine.

fake skin, and blood

roughly stitched wound at Rupert's

to need to stitch this again. But

get

picked up a half-finished glass of Scotch from the desk and tossed it back. "Just do it. It's not

"You're insane."

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