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    “Those two bitches,” Katy hissed through clenched teeth, eyes full of venom.


    “They pped Katy and kicked me,” Conrad said, eyes hard with murderous hate.


    “Ridiculous!” Terence mmed his palm on the table, furious. He yelped as his hand stung and clutched it—he’d hit it hard. It hurt like hell.


    Lately, everything had gone downhill for him.


    Thinking of Davina and her mother’s ashes made his blood boil. He med that cursed ashes business—trouble had followed the Murrays ever since.


    Terence vowed that once he used the ashes to force Davina to marry Darian, he’d flush them away.


    He wanted them buried in filth, never to return.


    “Conrad, where are you hurt? Let me see—I’m worried,” Nelly cried, rushing to check, her face twisted with rage.


    “Those wretches daredy hands on my son—I’ll make them pay!” she roared.


    Nelly still didn’t know who her daughter meant by “those two bitches,” but her mind was locked on one thing. She wanted revenge for her kids.


    “Once we’re done with Davina, we’ll go after them too. Theyid hands on my son? They’re gonna pay for that shit,” Terence growled, his face twisted with rage.


    Conrad was the Murray family’s only heir. Terence had pinned all his hopes on Conrad to carry the legacy forward.


    They’d never even raised their voice at Conrad, let alone punished him. And now some woman had kicked him—how could he possibly swallow such an insult?


    Anyone who dared mess with Conrad, even a scratch, was gonna suffer. Badly.


    “Why hasn’t shee crawling for forgiveness yet?” Conrad muttered, confused. “Don’t tell me she doesn’t care about the ashes…”


    “Rx. She’ll be here soon, crying her eyes out,” Terence said with a smug grin, like he had the whole game mapped out.


    “She came for her mom’s ashes. That means they matter to her a lot,” Nelly said, her grin sharp and cruel. “As long as we’ve got them, she’s stuck ying by our rules.”


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    Conrad and Katy looked at each other, and matching wicked smiles crept across their faces.


    They were convinced they had Davina cornered. All that was left was for her to show up, sobbing and begging on her knees.


    Terence and Nelly had brushed off the whole poison powder thing, chalking it up to Davina being dramatic.


    But that night, pain ripped through them both, yanking them out of sleep like a nightmaree to life.


    “Ahh… shit! It hurts! It really hurts!”


    They howled in pain, soaked in cold sweat, falling off the bed and thrashing on the floor like they were being torn apart.


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