Page 162 of His Cursed Heart

In what kind of hell am I?

"The one you created in your head." I hear Ivan's whisper in my ear, like he just read my mind.

"Just hang on, baby." His voice calms me, but not enough to banish the fear that possessed me.

"Ah, the knight in shining armor." Enrique's sarcastic voice paralyzes me.

No please, no.

I try to run but my feet are stuck on the carpet. The demon’s eyes look at me and the shadows are turning

into human bodies.

I cry when I see Hanibal, Enrique, Teddy and Pablo. All of them looking at me with pure evil.

No, no. Today was supposed to be a good day. My birthday with him was supposed to be quiet and normal.

"It was quiet and normal," Pablo whispers and goes straight to Everette, snapping his neck, killing him on the spot.

NO.

I beg my feet to move to his body, but I'm frozen. This can't be happening. He didn't die.

Everette isn't fucking dead.

"Yet he is." Teddy touches my face.

"And so are you." Hanibal smirks.

"We waited for this since your little husband killed us." Enrique comes in front of me.

I feel his fingers in my face and I scream until my lungs hurt.

Just move, Althea.

I cry when I feel their hands on me, a living nightmare that I thought I escaped from.

My breathing stops when a hand wraps around my neck, squeezing until my throat cracks. Blood comes out of my mouth and I choke on it until it gets stuck.

"You killed Keres," Ivan brings my face closer to him. "You ruined her."

"You shot her in the head while she was pregnant with your child. You killed them." I say between the blood that invades my mouth.

All five men are caging me in the middle. Ivan lets go of my neck, letting me fall on the ground.

"You are the living betrayal of what your mother did to me." Hanibal growls and slams my face with his foot.

I can't breathe and my face feels on fire. Swealing

makes my body tremble, and I still can't move from my position.

I always deserved pain. It was my mistake to believe a life full of happiness will happen.

"Good girl." Teddy whispers and takes my hair in his fist. His other hand goes to my breasts and I sob when the disgusted touch makes me want to throw up.

I knew my place is in hell, but this doesn't seem like it. It's the most tortured part of my life in one room.

And this is the way I'll live.

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