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    But Besty wasn’t ready to let go.


    “But I don’t want money,” she sobbed, clutching his sleeve. “I just want to be with you. Please, Terrence, I’ll be on my best behavior…”


    She’d never met a man like him—so rich, so handsome, so indulgent. How could she let go?


    Terrence’s patience snapped. His hand shot out and seized her throat in a brutal grip.


    Terrence clenched his hand so hard that the veins on the back of it were raised and throbbing. It looked as though he could snap Besty’s neck at any second.


    Besty gasped, the air refusing toe. Her limbs grew weak, drained of strength. Was this how she was going to die—by Terrence’s hands? Her thoughts began to scatter, her mind growing hazy from theck of oxygen.


    Besty had seen Terrence end lives without flinching. To him, people were disposable—squashing them was no different than crushing ants beneath his heel.


    Right now, in the face of death, Besty felt a mix of terror and a twisted thrill. Dying by the hands of the man she loved didn’t seem like the worst way to go. It was heartbreaking, though, that she wouldn’t get to stay by his side anymore. She yielded to fate bitterly, yet some desperate part of her still longed to grow old with Terrence. Why? Why did destiny have to be so cruel? It brought them together, only to wrench them apart for good.


    Her face flushed deep red, veins bulging as she fought for breath. Even then, she forced herself to lift her head and look at him, trying to form a smile through the pain. Her gaze brimmed with tangled emotions, silently telling him that she didn’t mind dying if it was at his hands.


    In that moment, Terrence seemed to read her mind. He abruptly released her, his face twisting in revulsion. He gestured to a subordinate, who promptly handed him a crisp white handkerchief.


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    As if ridding himself of contamination, Terrence scrubbed the hand that had just touched her.


    Besty stumbled, barely catching herself against a nearby chair. She broke into a violent cough, her eyes reddened, tears threatening to spill.


    But what truly shattered her was the sight of him still wiping his hand, the disgust etched into his features. Did he really find her that repulsive? Yet, they’d been so intimate just recently. How could he turn so cold, so fast?


    Besty was convinced—someone had slithered into Terrence’s life, stealing her ce. Who dared to take him from her? She would never let that tramp get away with it.


    Fury boiled in her chest, her eyes zing with venom. She clenched her fists tightly, swearing to hunt down that wretched woman and make her pay dearly for daring to step between them.


    “Our rtionship is over. Don’t show up in front of me again, or else…” Terrence’s voice dropped, his stare as cold as steel. “The corpses you’ve seen… you’ll share their fate, too.”


    He spat those words with chilling detachment and turned on his heel, walking away without so much as a backward nce. The once-pristine handkerchief he’d used to wipe his hand was discarded into the trash like something vile.


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