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    “I told you not to reach above your damn rank. But you didn’t listen,” Terrence said, his lips curling into a cold, twisted smile.


    “So will I die for it today?” Besty asked, blinking through tears, still looking at him like he was her whole world.


    Even with death staring her down, she loved him—madly, hopelessly. Her heart had belonged to him for so long, she didn’t know how to take it back.


    “You have to,” Terrence said, his voice sharp and merciless, soaked in deadly intent.


    Besty let out a bitterugh, tinged with a hint of self-mockery. “I love you like crazy… and now you’re gonna kill me,” she whispered, barely holding herself together.


    Herugh turned wild, almost manic. Tears poured down her face, hot and relentless.


    “Hahaha! What the fuck did I do wrong? Huh? Tell me! Why the hell do I deserve this?” she screamed like her soul was breaking. It felt like he’d reached into her chest and yanked her heart out without a second thought.


    The pain wasn’t just emotional, it was physical—sharp and constant, like electricity tearing through her veins.


    Terrence’s face turned stone cold. Without blinking, he threw a small knife, and it buried itself deep in Besty’s shoulder.


    Besty gasped, a raw cry ripping from her throat as the pain exploded in her shoulder.


    He hadn’t changed, still ruthless as hell. Only now, she was the one bleeding.


    Before, she’d just watched. She’d seen him torture people, kill them slowly. She hadn’t flinched. She’d even admired it, praised how clean his aim was, how the de never missed.


    Now, she was the one bound and helpless, caught in the same trap she once witnessed on others.


    She forced out a brittleugh, though inside, her emotions twisted violently. The ache in her shoulder barely registered beside the searing pain in her heart.


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    Terrence stepped in, closing the gap between them, his hand locking around her chin in a merciless grip as he leaned forward.


    He still wore that devilish smile—his eyes remained cold and dripping with disgust.


    “Your biggest mistake was daring toy a hand on her.” His tone carried the chill of a de, every word cutting clean through Besty’s heart.


    Besty felt her jaw might snap from the pressure, yetughter spilled from her lips anyway, mingling with tears that fell from a heart splintering beyond repair.


    “No! My only mistake was not realizing how obsessed you are with your precious new lover,” Besty hissed through gritted teeth.


    In truth, her biggest failure had been letting Christina slip away. If she’d just gotten rid of Christina for good, none of this mess would exist.


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