Wings of Broken Time by Alina Das 358
“Enough, Kiernant Gloria snapped, “Stop wasting our time. Tell us how you plan to make this right”
Kiernan looked at Sapphire. “Sapphire, what do you want?”
Her gaze was hard and unforgiving as she stared at Paxton. “I want him to cut off one of his own fingers as punishment for what he did. And I want all of his shares in Judson Pharmaceuticals transferred to Larissa, as a small compensation for the pain his family has caused her”
It was a devastating blow, For Paxton, there could be no harsher punishment.
“No!” he shouted, “Dad, if you agree to this, you’ll be killing me!”
“Then die!” Kiernan roared back, his patience exhausted, “Don’t stand there threatening me with your own death!”
Paxton was speechless, his face a mask of despair.
“Fine,” Kiernan said, his voice heavy with finality. “Not just Judson Pharmaceuticals. All of my shares in Starlight Media will also go to Larissa”
He had lost all faith in Paxton and his sons. They were not only ruthless but also incompetent. If they were going to play dirty, they should have at least been smart enough not to get caught. It was clear now that they were incapable of leading the Judson family, Larissa, on the other hand, was intelligent, decisive, and ruthless–the perfect heir,
Larissa pulled a dull, nicked knife from her pocket and tossed it on the floor beside Paxton. “Uncle Paxton,” she said with a sweet, chilling smile, “you can use this to apologize to my mother.”
Haskell chuckled softly. She had come prepared.
Josette remained silent, not wanting to draw Helena’s ire.
Paxton stared at Larissa, his fists clenched.
“Don’t want to do it yourself?” Gloria taunted. “Fine. We’ll do it for you. But if we do, it won’t be just one finger.”
“I’ll take a finger for what he did to Sapphira!” one of Sapphira’s brothers declared.
“I’ll take the middle one!” said another.
“I’ll take the index!”
“The thumb is mine!”
“I’ll take the pinky!”
“Dad, are you really going to be so cruel?” Vivica pleaded, her voice cracking.
“Grandpa, please,” Finley begged. “Forget about the poison. Just don’t make my father do this.”
Honora, however, stayed silent, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
“You brought this on yourselves,” Kiernan said, his voice resolute. “My hands are tied.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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