Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 48

Zeke was extremely anxious as he grunted and let out cries.

Anastasia didn’t want to guess; she figured he was probably cursing again.

“Take good care of him. Don’t let him die.” Anastasia stood up and said that to Amanda before leaving.

Zeke whimpered and hit the bed with his only movable arm. There were tears in his eyes. No one knew if he was guilty or just frustrated.

However, that didn’t matter to Anastasia; her family was the source of her misery.

“After I die, he should live in misery. Living is more agonizing than dying,” she thought.

Harold’s whispers sounded in her mind. “Annie, don’t scream. You’re not a little girl anymore. You’ve probably had boyfriends, right? Let me touch you. Just for a while…”

“Dad… Help me! Get out of here!”

It was truly ironic and pitiful how Anastasia was sexually assaulted in her own house while her parents were sleeping next door.

When Anastasia got back home, her hands had lost their sensation. All she could feel was severe numbness.

Whenever she went back to that house and saw Zeke and Meredith, she would feel numb and uncomfortable all over.

There were certain wounds that she would never be able to heal and forget. They were akin to a branded mark that would grow deeper over time.

Liar…” Anastasia muttered

and

for too long, the fever gave her an illusion that she was close to death. In fact, she felt like it was not just

the couch and murmured with a

liar. No one could accompany her for the rest of her

ago, she believed in Jace when he said he would protect her forever. But then, he

because he

on her and even

a trance, Anastasia heard someone calling her

back? That’s impossible…” Anastasia thought.

Alastor returned home, he found Anastasia curled up on the

desperately meowing at the door. He also sensed that something

and frowned. “How did

phone was on the table, and Felicia’s calls kept

felt somewhat annoyed and ignored it. Then, he carried

medicine. He prepared cold medicine and urged

she was still dreaming. “Why aren’t you

Alastor held Anastasia and

to this child, don’t you? I shouldn’t take medicines so hastily…” Anastasia’s headache was severe. She pushed

face darkened, and he poured her another glass

water and only then realized

indeed come

before speaking. “She wants to organize an art exhibition, and she needs your mentor’s recommendation and acknowledgment. After all,