HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 121 – 130
Twilight was lucky to find a taxi immediately she got downhill, and she’s currently in the taxi, driving her way home.
It’s 7:40pm, and everywhere is pitch black since there’s no moon, except for the car headlights.
She plugged in her earpiece and read a book to block out other thoughts, but it didn’t work.
She spaced out more than ten times as his last statement haunted her.
“I’LL DESTROY YOUR LIFE BEFORE KILLING YOU”
Each time she remembered, she swallowed, finding it harder and harder to concentrate till the taxi finally arrived at the cottage.
She met a brown car in front of the cottage, and she was giving it a look as she went closer.
She was about to push the door open when she began hearing conversation inside, and she stopped.
The voices are Aimee’s, and Greg’s.
“When are you gonna tell her all the truth? That she’s a moonslave. You requested for her from the moon clan, and she fell from the moon when she was eight years old. You’re not her father and Owen your wife is not her mother.
The sole purpose of her coming to the human world is to die for my brother cos that’s what moonslaves do, they die to lift curses!” Aimee said all at once.
“I’m only waiting for the right time, but does she really have to know the details? She’d die anyways, and I don’t care” Greg replied.
“Will you keep acting headstrong till my brother cuts off your second arm? And you even made a fake ring for Tamlin? You’re crossing the line, and it’s unadvisable” Aimee said.
“Just tell him to kill that lowly thing already, time’s ticking. I’m getting tired of her existence. I buy her clothes and feed her… it’s exhausting” Greg replied.
Twilight opened the door at this point, her whole face filled with hot running tears already.
Her backpack fell from her back to the ground as the two people stood.
“Good. I’m glad you heard a little from your history, lowly slave” Aimee smiled poisonously at her before walking out.
“You’ve been feeding me, clothing me in preparation to kill me? I’m from the moon clan? You’re not my papa, and mama is not my mama too? You hate me?” Twilight sobbed, feeling brutally stabbed.
“I got a arm cut because of you too” Greg replied, lifting the cover-sweater from his arm to reveal his short arm.
“More reason to hate you. Why don’t you follow your master and beg him to kill you fast? That’s the only thing you can do to pay me back for my kindness of raising you” he replied, rushing into Twilight’s room.
Twilight was still crying hard when Greg came out with the only bag remaining in her room.
That one contains her old clothes and slippers that she doesn’t wear anymore.
He threw it at her, pushing her out
She fell on her knees, bruising it up as her wrists twisted.
“Papa” she cried harder, her tears falling on the ground in droplets as she looked up at him.
“Don’t call me that, or I’ll freeze your blood right here. Get away already!” Greg kicked the bag to the roadside, and all the clothes poured away as the zip got destroyed.
“Beg him to kill you, and if he doesn’t, then you have no right to come back to this house again. I’ve done enough for a slave, and Kent is not my surname. I am Greg Silver. Twilight Kent is a name generated for you by the Luther family… you’re on your own, bad luck!” Greg pushed her too.
She fell on the bag in the middle of the road, crying harder.
“Papa!!” She called again, and she felt a sting in her throat immediately.
She held the throat as a thin line of blood ran down her lip corner. It’s obviously Greg’s doing.
“And if you dare go to Owen at the hospital again, I’ll station guards outside to beat you to stupor. Stay away from my wife and me! Go serve your purpose. Die” he said, rolling eyes before going back inside the cottage.
Twilight continued sitting in the middle of the silent dark road, crying helplessly with her clothes and slippers and bag scattered around her.
HER HEARTLESS MONSTER : CHAPTER 121 – 130
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