Rebirth After Being Betrayed by My Husband by Isabella Reed

Chapter 146

+ Pearls

Lily’s eyes glinted with mockery as she led the gun in her hand, her voice laced with feigned curiosity. “You know, little sister, before you answer my question, there’s something that’s been bothering me. We’re sisters, tied by blood. So how is it that you turned out so… different from me?”

She paused for a moment, tilting her head as if genuinely pondering the question. Then she sneered, her tone sharp and condescending. Look at me–brave, intelligent, and capable. And then look at you- cowering there, trembling like a leaf, so foolish and spineless. Tell me, little sister, what are you so afraid of?”

With a flick of her wrist, she held the gun up, letting the cold, metallic sheen catch the light. “Is it this?” she asked, her lips curling into a twisted simile. “This gun… isn’t it beautiful? Do you know what makes it so special?”

Rose’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with terror.

“This,” Lily continued, her voice dropping to a low, menacing tone, “isn’t just any gun. It’s going to be my latest addition to my collection. Do you know what that means, little sister?”

Rose gasped audibly, shaking her head in denial. “No! Please, no!” she whispered, her voice cracking with

fear.

Of course, she knew what her sister meant. Lily had a chilling, almost obsessive hobby that only she understood. She rarely dirtied her hands when dealing with her enemies, preferring to use hired professionals or her own trained assassins. To her, doing it herself was beneath her dignity–unless the person in question was special.

For those rare individuals who mattered enough to her–whether because of betrayal or obsession–Lily handled them personally. And when she did, she used one of her precious, ornate guns. In the basement of their home, there was a wall plated in gold, where three guns were mounted in display. Beneath each gun was the name of the enemy she had personally eliminated.

Rose didn’t need to be told what her sister’s words implied. One wrong move, one unsatisfactory answer, and her name would soon join that grim collection. She would be the reason for a fourth gun on that gleaming wall.

panic etched across her sister’s face and smirked, clearly savoring the moment. “Oh, relax, little sister,” she said with mock sweetness. “I’m sure you’ll give me a

and stupid. Hannah, do you think it’s my fault for spoiling you too much? Or maybe God just

fall in love with the man I love? You, of all people, should know me better than anyone. You know how possessive I am. What I want is mine–always. So why would you be stupid enough

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