Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 432

Chapter 446 The Truth About Mrs Carlyn Senior

Whitney was completely stunned. She had only known part of the truth, but hearing these horrifying details spill out of Wisteria's mouth was too much for her to process. She clutched her hand over her mouth, gagging as though she might vomit. Seeing her in that state, Wisteria strolled over to her, bending down to meet her eye level.

"What's wrong? Just hearing it makes you sick, doesn't it? Oh, the great eldest daughter of the Sanders, so noble and untouchable. You and your sister really are lucky, aren't you? One of you comes back from the dead, and the other-though clearly a prisoner-is shielded by Taylor. He restricts your freedom, and you think that's unfair? Without him, you'd have been killed a thousand times over by now, used up, tossed out, and dumped in the ocean to feed the fish! Look at that face of yours. Such a pity... Is this how you seduced Taylor?" As she spoke, Wisteria's crazed mind took over. She grabbed a dagger and began tracing it lightly across Whitney's face. "Tell me, if I ruin your face, will Taylor still care about you? How dare he love you-you, an enemy of ours!"

The moment the blade pressed against Whitney's skin, my heart clenched. "Whitney!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest.

But Dominic kicked the dagger out of Wisteria's hand with a single, sharp move. His expression turned ice-cold. "What are you doing?"

Silas's death had clearly broken Wisteria. I could sense it-the Carlyns were losing control of her.

She was like a wild horse running rampant, hellbent on dragging everyone down with her into destruction

"Uncle Dominic, why are you so nervous? Aren't you the one who was so willing to ruin your life for love, happy to play the other man and let Aunt Amber do whatever she wanted to your son? And now you're here acting like a protective father," she said with a twisted smirk. "Wisteria, don't forget what you promised me," Dominic snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

It was clear that, for all his flaws, Dominic was still protecting Whitney. Of course, it made sense. He was a fool in love, and his son wasn't much different.

He feared that if anything happened to Whitney, Taylor would lose it. I felt a small sense of relief-at least Whitney wouldn't be harmed.

As for me, they didn't dare touch me, likely because of Amber.

Dominic knew exactly how much Amber cared about Carter, and since he assumed my fate was tied to Carter's, his people had always treated me with unusual courtesy.

It seemed Dominic, for all his ruthlessness, still loved his wife and son.

Maybe even by extension, he pitied the two daughters of their enemies enough to leave us alive. For that, I couldn't help but feel begrudgingly thankful.

But when Dominic's stern gaze landed on Wisteria, she backed away like a ghost retreating into the shadows.

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she wanted something from him. "Daddy, go on and do it. Otherwise, Greg's going to bleed out soon," she said sweetly, Josh gripped the

like chopping wood-couldn't be done in one clean swing. And to do it to yourself? How many people in the world had that kind

strike didn't sever the bone, the pain

would be even worse-a slow, agonizing torture a

him closer to

had agreed to

swing chipped away

fate worse than death was far

him. Kate, on the other hand, froze in place. She wanted to intervene, but one look at Greg's pale

their

weak and faint, tried to

Greg's face to

say anything, but after so many years of calling him "Dad," I knew exactly what

pride wouldn't let him say the

without any hesitation, he swung the

his strength into that swing, trying to

to make it quick, to spare himself

"Honey!"

"Dad!"

"No!"

But when the axe came down a second time, it was like the blade had struck

knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. Even if I begged for mercy, it would only excite

even more.

to do was to

the axe tearing into flesh and bone, I couldn't stop myself from shutting my eves

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moved behind me and whispered gleefully, "Chloe, you should be happy! Have you forgotten how he used to yell at you? How he used to

burned into my

came flashes of the times when he loved me-when he cherished

an award again? That's

has to go on a business trip, but I'll bring

birthday, my little

always love

could you turn out like this? She's your

What's wrong with letting her

image: that snowy night. Him kneeling in front of my shattered

him. I had respected him. And I had hated him. But ever since I was reborn, revenge against the Sanders had never

my chin. Her voice was syrupy and

at Josh's mangled, bloodied leg, and

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