\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 85\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 85\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSee you in hell, Riley.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swung the knife, the blade cutting through the air, but before it could reach her, the doors burst open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze, my arm halting. My eyes snapped to the doorway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
90\u00a0<\/p>\n
stauchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle stood there, his secretary right behind him. His eyes widened the instant he saw Riley pinned beneath me, my hand gripping her throat, the knife hovering inches from her face. He looked at Riley, then at me, his expression a mix of shock and confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2026 what is going on here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My grip on Riley loosened involuntarily. The second she felt it, she sucked in a ragged breath, coughing and gasping for air.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDad! Help me, she is trying to kill me!\u201d She screamed, reaching for him, but my weight held her pinned to the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her father stared at her in disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing. My aunt immediately rushed forward, clutching his arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at this! She\u2019s trying to kill our precious daughter. Didn\u2019t I tell you? I warned you they were all insane, that we never should\u2019ve taken them in. And now, she\u2019s assaulted Riley!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle didn\u2019t reply to my aunt. He kept staring at me with a strange look. \u201cI asked you a question, Violet. What is the meaning of this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stayed silent, my eyes flicking to my aunt instead. She tightened her grip on his arm, suddenly nervous under my stare. Finally, my voice came out low and cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPrecious?\u201d I spat. \u201cIs your daughter the only one allowed to be precious? My brother was everything to me. And your daughter didn\u2019t even blink before she hurt him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d My uncle\u2019s voice dropped, his face darkening. \u201cRiley hurt Sebastian?\u201d He turned his head slowly toward her. \u201cIs that true? Did you hurt him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley flinched as if struck. Her whole body trembled. She shook her head furiously, tears spilling down her cheeks. \u201cNo! Of course not! I didn\u2019t hurt anyone. She\u2019s lying! She\u2019s insane, she just wants someone to blame for Sebastian, don\u2019t believe her, Father. She\u2019s a psychopath-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her words choked off as my grip tightened. She gasped, her face flushing red. I pressed the knife closer, the blade cutting\u00a0<\/p>\n
her skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave my brother\u2019s name out of your filthy mouth.\u201d I hissed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I raised the knife again, ready to strike, when a sudden kick slammed into me. The blow knocked me off Riley and sent me flying across the room. My body crashed into the tea table, my head striking the sharp edge. Pain exploded through my skull, my ear ringing so loudly it drowned out every other sound\u00a0<\/p>\n
Warm liquid ran down my face. I didn\u2019t need to check. I already knew it was blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked up and saw Julian, my uncle\u2019s secretary standing over me, his face hard with disgust. He had always hated me and Sebastian. I hadn\u2019t even noticed him move, my focus had been on Riley, so when he sneaked up and kicked me in the back, it knocked the breath clean out of me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned my head away from him and back to Riley. Harper and Nora were crowded beside her. Riley was coughing and\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:55 Tue, Jan 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 85\u00a0<\/p>\n
crying, fingers at her throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god, look at my neck, it\u2019s bruised. She even made a tiny cut,\u201d Riley whined.\u00a0<\/p>\n
390\u00a0<\/p>\n
My uncle\u2019s voice cut through the noise. \u201cViolet.\u201d He stepped forward like he might do something, but my aunt grabbed his arm and pulled him back. \u201cWhere the fuck are you going? Your daughter almost died and you still care about the person that caused this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley kept crying out. \u201cDaddy, it hurts so much. I almost went to heaven.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smiled, there was no warmth in it. My head throbbed, my face stung, and I could feel my own blood, but none of that mattered. I pushed myself up. The knife felt heavy in my hand. I stared at Riley. \u201cHeaven?\u201d I said, voice flat. \u201cHow many times am I going to tell you that you\u2019re going to hell?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I advanced toward her, refusing to let her escape. She needed to feel the same pain Sebastian had endured. Riley staggered back, trembling with fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could reach her, Julian reached down, grabbed my head, and smashed it against the floor. Pain exploded through me. I gasped. He leaned down close and hissed, \u201cStay down, or I will make you regret it.\u201d He knocked the knife from my hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough, Julian. You\u2019ll hurt her.\u201d My uncle yelled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian spat back. \u201cShe almost killed Miss Riley. She should be put down before she does anything else.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ignored them. Pain was a small thing compared to what I felt. My glare fixed on Riley. I tried to pull free so I could get to her. \u201cLet me go! Let me go this instant!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Julian pushed harder and dug his weight into me. I felt the room tilt. My uncle tried to calm things. \u201cCalm down, Violet. You will hurt yourself. Please, calm down and let\u2019s talk about it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears streamed down my face. I couldn\u2019t calm down. I had nothing left to hold back. I choked the words out. \u201cUncle, Sebastian is in a coma.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSebastian is in a coma!!\u201d I shouted. \u201cHow can I calm down when my brother is fighting for his life!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
AD\u00a0<\/p>\n
Comment\u00a0<\/p>\n
Send gift\u00a0<\/p>\n
No Ads\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:55 Tue, Jan 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nights Burn With Regret \u2014 by Nathan Perez 85 \u00a0 Chapter 85\u00a0 Chapter 85\u00a0 Violet\u00a0 \u201cSee you in hell, Riley.\u201d\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[83],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-craving-the-guardian-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28001","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28001"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28001\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}