NovelEnglishThe next second, Zoey burst into a coughing fit, spattering blood onto his crisp white shirt.
His face turned dark as thunder, and with one swift motion, he shoved her aside.
Zoey stumbled, clutching at her stomach as waves of searing pain threatened to overwhelm her. Her fingers clung desperately to
the bed-sheets beneath her, as if she was holding on to consciousness itself.
Fitch eyed the crimson stain spreading on his shirt.
A knock cfrom the door at that moment.
“Mr. Haskins, Miss Mia has been crying non-stop.”
He inhaled deeply and peeled off the bloodied shirt; as he was about to pick a clean one from the wardrobe, he heard her plea,
“Just get it over with, will you?”
What did she expect? To be force-fed chili until she got stomach cancer?
If he really wanted her dead, a packet of rat poison would do the job.
“You want it over with?”
Slipping into a fresh shirt, he adjusted the cool metal of his watch around his wrist.
It was nine in the evening.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Go outside and kneel. Once Mia calms down, I'll let you back in.”
Zoey's grip loosened on the sheets as she heard his command.
With his back to her, Fitch moved towards the door, reaching for the handle.
But then she called out, “Fitch.”
His steps halted; with a frown creasing his brow, he felt irritation rising within him.
He quickened his pace, stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Zoey, left behind, watched the door shut; her eyelashes cast long shadows as she curled up on the bed, with pain engulfing her.
Downstairs, Fitch found Mia on the couch, who did not throw a tantrum but instead reached for a knife, threatening to slash her
own throat.
The bodyguard tried to intervene, but she swung wildly through the air.
“Don’t touch me!”
Fitch stood at the foot of the stairs, and said with an icy voice, “What are you doing?”
Mia stiffened, with tears spilling over.
“Brother, you like that woman, don’t you? You want to marry her, make her my sister-in-law? Does she deserve it? By what right
does she get to marry the man she loves after ruining my life?”
Approaching her, Fitch took the knife from her grip, “Thinking of suicide?”
Mia looked up, her eyes swollen beyond recognition.
“Yes, | want to die. If you marry her, I'll kill myself right here!”
He placed the knife on the table beside them, “So what do you want her to do?”
Collapsing onto the couch, Mia buried her head in her hands, “I want her to die. | want her to feel the shI've felt.”
“Fitch, you have no idea what I've been through these past few days, and you don’t know how disgusting that man was. He was
right, my life is ruined. | can’t forget what he did to me. I've lost my first time; no one will wantnow. If this gets out, everyone
will laugh at me.”
Fitch rested his hands on her shoulders.
“This won't get out. For now, only mom knows about it in the Haskins family.”
Mia began to laugh bitterly, grinding her teeth, “Is that what matters? | want Zoey to pay!”
He ordered the knife to be taken away, “I'll send her abroad, and you'll never have to see her again.”
“Ha! Why should | agree to that?!”
Mia stood up, her cheeks flushed with rage, “I've changed my mind. | want her to be my maid.”
That way, she could torment her up close.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Fine. She'll take care of you.”
He motioned to the bodyguard, “Bring Zoey down.”
Mia felt a twisted satisfaction settle in her heart, but the hatred inside still boiled, almost bleeding through her eyes.
“Brother, no matter how | treat her, you better not interfere.”
Fitch, feeling the weight of annoyance, was conveniently interrupted by a call from Tyler, who invited him out for drinks.
After hanging up, he grabbed his jacket, “Fine, | won't interfere. But remember, no killing in my villa.”
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