The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 291 You Will Regret It

Derrick stood upright, his gaze cold and piercing as he looked down at her.

A sense of unprecedented danger radiated from him, and even Stella, who had been so bold moments ago, now trembled under his intense stare.

“What are you staring at me for?” she asked, her voice faltering.

Derrick took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Stella instinctively backed away, but her back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat.

“What… What are you doing? Move!” she demanded.

She tried to push him away, but the man suddenly leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “Do you remember what I told you before you left Falvaria?” His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely restrained anger.

Stella tensed. What had he said?

Her mind flashed back to the moment when Derrick, covered in blood, had approached her. She had no idea what had happened to him that day, or why he was covered in blood.

He had said, “Remember, you’re my fiancée. Leaving Falvaria is the best thing for you. I’ll come and get you myself.”

At the time, Stella had been consumed by anger at his threats involving her mother and sister. Without thinking, she slapped

him.

Then, with tears streaking down her face, she turned and walked away, Behind her, his cold voice had called out. Remember, don’t have any contact with Abraham, or else…”

Or else what?

family was complicated. She couldn’t afford to make more enemies, especially not with Abraham.

lifted her gaze, her eyes

of her head. “It seems you’ve ignored my words, or maybe you just didn’t remember the most important

Remember what?” she snapped.

mark? Derrick growled, his eyes glowing with fury. He seemed ready to rip

“Are you

Derrick’s grip tightened, causing

abdomen, trying to grab hold of anything to hurt him. But his abdomen

eyes turning icy cold before he let out a low laugh. “Marie taught

finished speaking, he

do you want to be a widow for the

back,

opportunity. Stella stepped back, her eves wary as she

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Finished

threatening as it was, only added to the

throw it. If you don’t kill me, I’ll make

“You!” she hissed.

to

had been the first lesson Marie taught her when she

of panic, Stella swung the ashtray at her

“Stella”

as he grabbed her wrist, squeezing so hard it

bones.