After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 14

I gasped as my surroundings blurred and then snapped into focus. I was no longer in that cold, damp basement. I was back.

Back at the school dance. The music flowed softly through the air, the soft clinking of glasses in the distance, the murmur of voices—it all felt so... surreal.

But there she was. Linda.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, my eyes locking onto her. That perfect, fake smile was on her face as she stood in the center of the room, her eyes calculating, searching for the next target to manipulate.

No. Not anymore.

The girl who had once been too weak to fight back, too broken to stand up for herself, was gone. I was different now. Reborn. And Linda? She was about to pay for everything she had done to me.

My pulse raced, the anger and power coursing through me. I could still hear her voice in my mind, her words laced with venom, the way she had framed me, twisted everything around me. The way she’d taken Ryan from me—no, not just him, my entire life, my identity.

But today... today, I was taking it all back.

I clenched my fists, stepping forward, my movements deliberate and controlled. I had been so afraid of her before. Of what she could do to me. But not anymore.

I kept my eyes fixed on her, watching as she caught my gaze. For the briefest moment, her composure faltered, the tiniest flicker of fear crossing her face. It was so quick, so subtle, but I saw it. And it made something inside me burn.

This time, Linda wasn’t going to walk away. She wasn’t going to manipulate everyone around her and make me the villain again.

Ryan held Linda close as they walked into their mansion after a week away. He looked around, his brow furrowed, and impatiently called my name.

"Where the hell is Sophia, that damn bitch?"

"She was told yesterday to be on her knees, ready to shine our shoes when we got back," Linda chimed in, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"You goddamn whore! How dare you pull such a sick stunt on Linda! You’re going to pay for every bit of pain you’ve caused her!”

I lay helpless at his feet, clutching at his pants leg, begging. "Ryan, please! I'm pregnant with your child! For the sake of our baby, please, just investigate this!"

But I had overestimated my place in his heart. He didn’t even care about the child I carried. He kicked me in the stomach, his face contorted with rage. "Don't you dare talk about the baby, you lying slut! You know damn well that bastard isn't mine!"

"You touched Linda, so you're going to suffer the consequences." He gestured to the men, his eyes filled with disgust. "Have your fun, boys. Don't hold back. And don't stop until I tell you to."

For a week, he never asked about me. For seven days and nights, I was tortured until I wished for death. Without Ryan’s orders, those men wouldn't stop. They beat me, they raped me. I fought back until I had no strength left, until all I could do was beg for mercy. But they didn’t listen.

The pain slowly gave way to numbness, then coldness. My body was a canvas of wounds, fresh ones layered over old. The basement floor was slick with my blood.

I don’t know how many days passed before someone wrapped their hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. I died in that cold, dark basement, forgotten and alone.