Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 113

Seeing Brian, Claire's mind was bombarded with memories of the prison, where she had been assaulted. The attackers, their faces twisted with malice, had grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up. "Don't blame us," they sneered. "Mr. Cole promised us a reduced sentence if we took good care of you."

They hadn't named Mr. Cole, but Claire knew it had to be Brian. Only he had the power to reach into the prison.

During those high school competition years, she had been deceived into thinking Brian was a genteel, sophisticated heir. But in prison, she discovered that his charm was merely a facade. The real Brian was ruthless and vengeful.

As if awakening from a nightmare, Claire stumbled backwards. It was as though she was fleeing a monster, her fear so palpable it seemed to take form in her eyes.

Brian was provoked by Claire's obvious fear. An unpleasant glint flashed in his eyes as he moved towards her.

Claire was terrified, her mind spinning. She kept retreating until she lost her balance and nearly fell. Brian swiftly reached out, catching her by the waist and pulling her firmly into his arms.

His large hand tightened instinctively around her slim waist, his brow furrowing. How did she get so thin?

heart raced. She wanted to

from Brian—an aura honed through years of dominating the business world. It made breathing

Her long lashes trembled like a frightened fawn's. He smirked slightly,

was jarringly out

to push away from Brian, but his arms were like steel, holding her firmly. She looked up, finding his handsome face alarmingly close. Too close, close enough to feel each other's

against his broad chest, trying to push him away. "Let... let go of me."

like a sword hanging over her neck, threatening her life at

felt an unexpected pang of guilt. But he quickly masked

years. It should be him who felt the most pain,

was worse, he actually felt a pang of sympathy for her. How could he face Irene,

abruptly pushed Claire