Chapter 115 - ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

Chapter 115: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

ANGEL

Dr Moreau’s eyes flickered with irritation, but she kept her composure. "Jillian and I have been together for longer than you know. Even before Vincenzo decided to destroy her because of you."

So, Jillian had been cheating on Daddy the whole time? How dare she act like I was the one who ruined her life?

"She came to me as a patient months ago," Dr Moreau continued. "Struggling to survive that miserable marriage. Living with a husband who looked at his adopted daughter the way he should have looked at his wife." She spoke.

She had no idea how much those words filled me with glee.

Did this mean Daddy had been fantasising about me for a long time? Even when he was married to Jillian, it was always me he wanted. Me he couldn’t stop thinking about. When Damien had mentioned that Daddy and Jillian had been trying for a baby, I’d felt a twist of something ugly in my gut. But now I understood. It was never going to work. Because the only baby Daddy wanted to put inside someone was me.

I met Jillian’s tormented gaze with a smile. A real smile. The kind of smile that showed all my teeth and I was sure my gaze looked crazed.

"And you’re telling me this because? I’m supposed to feel sorry for you?" I laughed. "Daddy didn’t want you enough so you decided to play scissors with your therapist? That’s your big revenge plan? Fucking someone else because you couldn’t keep your husband interested?"

Jillian’s whole body went rigid.

"I mean, it sounds like you aren’t that good either, Dr Moreau," I continued, turning my attention to the therapist. "If she’d rather be here obsessing over Daddy’s cock than at home enjoying your cunt."

Jillian’s hand shot out and cracked across my face so hard my head snapped to the side. Blood flooded my mouth from where my teeth cut into my cheek.

"You don’t know when to shut up, do you?"

Another hit.

Then another.

Pain exploded across my face with each blow, but I worked my jaw and laughed anyway.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" I gasped. "Enjoy it because soon, it will be me slapping you around like this."

"Shut up." Jillian grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, I winced, feeling strands ripping. "Shut your fucking mouth."

She hit me again. And again. And again.

I lost count after a while. My face was a mess of blood and bruises, but I’d never beg.

I would rather die with a taunt on my lips than give my enemies the satisfaction of seeing me break.

"Enough." Dr Moreau’s voice cut through the haze. "You’re going to kill her before we’ve even started."

Jillian stepped back, breathing hard. She looked half-mad, her hollow eyes blazing with something that wasn’t quite satisfaction.

"She won’t stop talking," Jillian panted. "She’s fucking insane."

So she wanted my fear and trembling? Too bad she wasn’t getting it.

I threw a taunting glare at Dr Moreau. "See? She’s beating the shit out of me because no matter how good you are, you can never compare with Daddy. You’re helping her take revenge against a man she still can’t stop thinking about. Where does that put you, Doc? Second place? Third?"

"Shut up!" Dr Moreau’s composure cracked, real anger flashing across her face. For a second, I saw something unhinged in her eyes. Oops, so she wasn’t as calm as she pretended to be. Was there any way I could manipulate that weakness and get the hell out of here?

Her next words told me that it would not be easy.

"Yes, I’m going to hurt Vincenzo using you. He sold her. Traded her to a slave auction because Damien had taken you and he needed a bargaining chip."

She was breathing harder now, her good therapist mask slipping completely.

"I had to send Celine to plant listening devices just to find out where he’d taken her. And when I finally tracked her down, do you know where she was? An auction block after she’d been raped and abused, do you know what that means?! It’s all your fault."

Oh, I fucking knew. I knew it very well better than her, Jillian had done the same fucking thing to me.

"So yes, Angel." Dr Moreau’s eyes sliced my frame, righteous anger clouding her eyes. "I’m going to hurt Vincenzo. Jillian wants the same. And you’re going to be our tool to destroy him and her bastard bastard brother who left her to suffer because he chose you over his sister!"

She moved to Jillian’s side, her hand coming up to cup her lover’s face, and I snorted. What a psycho.

Well, it was fitting. There was no normal person in this room, all of us might have completely lost it.

"Doing all this still won’t make her love you," I said, my voice raspy from pain but still mocking. "She’ll always want him more than she wants you. That’s why you’re so angry. Isn’t that why you’re really here? Not because you want revenge. Because you know you’ll never be enough and you think hurting me will help her love you better. Am I right, doctor?"

Dr Moreau’s hand twitched like she wanted to slap me herself. But before she could respond, a knock came at the door.

A third figure entered. My breath stuttered as our gazes clashed.

Oh, hell no.

Not all my enemies gathered in a room, was this the universe’s twisted version of a reunion?

Celine wore a smug fucking smile plastered across her face. She looked at me—beaten bloody and tied to the bed—and her smile widened. She probably had been waiting for this moment since the first day she started working with us.

"Everything has been prepared," she said to Dr Moreau.

"Good." Jillian smiled and turned to me," "Seems my husband and dear brother have already set the plan in motion."

Daddy... And... Damien?

What were these sickos planning?