Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 420 How You Want to Die?

Taylor could've dodged, but he didn't. The teacup smashed against his shoulder, and though it didn't shatter, the scalding tea splashed onto his neck, instantly reddening the skin. Tea leaves clung to his clothes, and droplets kept dripping down. He knelt there, unmoving.

Yael's tall frame trembled uncontrollably as if he were utterly terrified of Amber.

Amber's gaze shifted to his face. Her voice was cold as she ordered, "Move."

Yael shook even harder, but he stubbornly stood in front of me. "Mom, I love her. Please don't hurt her."

"Love? Ha!" Amber scoffed with disdain, the sound dripping with contempt. She wasn't even pretending anymore-the woman I'd seen at the Dolton Residence was gone.

She lounged lazily on the sofa, one hand propping up her face while her eyes brimmed with scorn.

"If your late father knew both his sons had fallen for the daughter of our enemy, he'd claw his way out of the grave to teach you two a lesson."

Yael didn't back down. "You didn't oppose Taylor marrying Whitney. Why can't I love Chloe?"

With that, he took a few steps forward and knelt before Amber. "Mom, please, I'm begging you to let her go. I've never asked you for anything my whole life. But now, I love Chloe. Please spare her!" "Spare her?"

Amber let out a cold laugh. "Who do you think you are

She kicked Yael square in the chest without holding back. Watching her, I finally understood why Yael was so afraid of her.

Amber didn't see Yael or Taylor as her equals at all.

She leaned down slowly and placed a dagger in Yael's hand. "Not only will I not spare her, but I want you to kill her yourself."

"Mom!" Taylor's expression shifted slightly. "You promised me you wouldn't force Yael to kill anyone."

I knew it-Taylor had been shielding Yael all this time.

Perhaps Yael was the only clean-handed member of the Carlyns.

Whitney, hearing Amber's words, instinctively moved to stand beside me. She didn't say a word, but her face was grave, and her trembling fingertips gave her away.

It was clear that she, like Yael and Taylor, was deeply afraid of Amber. She just chose silence,

"You're his sons. Demons by birth. What's the point of chasing the light? Be good and do as I say. Yael, go

kill her."

Amber stood, leaning in to stroke Yael's face. "Don't you want me to love you? Be good. Kill this woman, and I'll love you. It's simple-aim the tip of the blade at her heart and push it in. She'll die quickly." 1/4

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slapped her hand away and threw the dagger as far as he could. "I won't do it. I promised Chloe I'd never hurt

hate disobedient children the

cheek lightly.

word "punished," Yael's body trembled

hands, and a figure stepped out from

in a black tactical jacket, with a hat and a black mask

like Damian's. Eyes of

picked up the dagger. "Mom, Yael's still young. Don't get angry. I'll kill the woman

gaze cold. "If you want to kill Chloe, you'll have to

cause trouble." A flicker of coldness surfaced in

in black ignored everyone else and

to resist, but he was no

knocked Yael unconscious without hesitation, then dragged him away by

mother who doesn't love her children

I finally understood where Yael's terrible

off, neither willing to back down even an

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waved her hand dismissively. "Enough. Take Anna

Mom," Taylor replied

with me." Whitney's eyes reddened as she clenched my hand tightly. "I'm not leaving Chloe. Taylor, please let her go." Taylor grabbed her hand, but Whitney retaliated with a sharp slap across his face. "Don't touch

he said, his voice steady, showing neither anger nor force.

Taylor aside, grabbed the knife from the table, and lunged

of events startled everyone. I had always thought Whitney

woman.

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it toward Amber. "You monster! You're the one who

over me-Amber was not someone to be

could strike, Taylor caught it with his bare hand. Blood dripped from his fist, the crimson

as though

take her upstairs now. Sorry for

stepped closer to her, his tone frigid. "Will you come with me quietly, or do I need to knock you out and carry

danger, I interjected. "Whitney, go with him. I'll be fine."

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survive; I won't