My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"What do I mean? What I mean is, that b*stard of a child in your belly deserved it. No one wanted it, and it was a waste of space from the start. If you don't believe me, get the rest of your medicine investigated Do you think that Hendrix is protecting you now because he cares about you? He feels guilty, and his conscience is weighing on him." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Seeing my ashen face, her laugh had only grown more hysteric. "Arianna, you deserved it, and so did that child. He should have died, and he shouldn't have come to this world."

She had successfully opened the lid to the bad feelings and the maelstrom of negative emotions that I had suppressed in my heart.

I raised my hand, but she stopped me. She sneered, "What? Still trying to hit me? Do you think I'm stupid enough to let you hit me a second time?"

With a contemptuous smirk on my face, a layer of gloominess and strangeness in my eyes, I drilled my gaze into her. Then I said, sotto voce, "No, I didn't mean to hit you. Hitting you would be too kind of an act. Honestly, for someone like you, hitting you with my hand would be letting you off too easy."

As I said that, I approached her step by step. Looking at the fruit knife not far away, I sneered at her. "At first, I thought that a person like you would at most be a small thorn in my side, but now it seems that you're not just a pain in the a*s, but you also disgust me to no end. Since that's the case, you can go to hell!"

I didn't give her a chance to refute. As soon as I said that, I swiftly snatched the fruit knife over and stabbed at her without hesitation.

was not from the terrified Andrea, nor was it from Minnie, who

moment, I was stunned, and in my daze, the knife had already stabbed

of something drip-drip-dripping hit

looked at me with disbelief. She opened her mouth but couldn't form a

me away, and supported Andrea who was about to topple to

rose for no reason while Hendrix had been

Andrea's lower body had slowly pooled into a glaring red puddle, with the knife still

at Minnie, who had been scared into a frenzy, and said in a deep voice, "Call the hospital

trace of any horrible feeling sank

a gloomy and cold gaze at me. His thin lips were tightly

and it was as cold as the

laugh, but I didn't seem to be able to. As he looked at me, my mouth cracked into a faint smile. Spreading in my heart was not fear, but

looked at me. His handsome face was leaking icy mist, frigid to the extreme. He frowned