Chapter 10
Alaric slowly pushed himself up from the ground, eyes locked on the retreating figures of Cassian and Callandra. His gaze darkened, and a cold wind cut through the night like a
blade.
Without a sound, he turned and staggered into a nearby villa.
From inside came the sounds of pleasure-moans, laughter, the vulgar symphony of betrayal echoing through the halls.
Silently, Alaric picked up a rope. Step by step, he crept behind Cassian, who was too distracted to notice anything. Then—
With a sudden pull, he looped the rope around Cassian’s neck and yanked with all his strength.
“Ah! Help!”
Callandra’s screams pierced the air as she thrashed in panic.
Cassian’s face turned an ugly shade of purple. His hands clawed desperately in the air, reaching toward Callandra.
“Save me…” he gasped, choking, desperate.
But Callandra stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror as Alaric continued to strangle him.
“You both deserve to die,” Alaric growled through gritted teeth. “You destroyed everything I had. You killed my child. Now, I will avenge him.”
Callandra trembled, slowly trying to crawl away.
But in the next moment, Alaric grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backward violently.
“You are the one who deserves to die the most!” he roared. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have lost Seraphine. I wouldn’t have lost my child!”
Callandra dropped to her knees, sobbing, pleading.
“I was wrong! Please, brother, forgive me! I swear, I’ll stay with you-I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you say!”
Slap.
Alaric’s hand cracked across her face, sending her head snapping to the side.
“Brother?” he sneered. “A lying bitch like you dares to call me that?”
Callandra clutched her bruised cheek, her voice shaking.
“I didn’t want any of this! You know I’m just a weak woman. When you were arrested, Cassian forced me-he threatened me! I didn’t have a choice!”
Alaric’s bloodshot eyes blazed. He gripped her throat tightly, his voice low and deadly. “You still expect me to believe that?”
His grip tightened.
TUE, 2Y JUI
“Everything that’s happened to me-it’s all because of you. You ruined my life!”
He seized her by the hair and slammed her head against the glass coffee table.
CRACK.
The glass shattered. Blood poured down Callandra’s face, pooling on the floor.
Dazed, she tried to lift herself.
But Alaric pulled a knife from his coat pocket. Its cold blade gleamed under the light.
“If you commit a crime, you must pay the price.”
He raised the blade.
A final scream. A flash of silver. Then silence.
Callandra collapsed in a pool of blood.
At that moment, the villa’s front door burst open.
BANG!
Dozens of police officers stormed in.
“Alaric!” one shouted. “You are under arrest for murder! Drop the weapon and surrender immediately!”
Alaric didn’t resist.
He just stood there, drenched in blood, staring down at the two bodies that had once meant everything to him.
Meanwhile, I had just arrived at the airport. I was about to go through security when my phone buzzed.
It was a message from the police.
“Ms. Locke, we’ve discovered that you forged a DNA test report. May we ask what you intended to do with it?”
I replied calmly.
“I just wanted to burn it. For my dead child to see.”
Then I hung up the phone and walked toward the boarding gate.
