Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 420

She shook her head quickly, pulling her hands back. “I can’t. He’s – I can’t fight him. He’ll –”

“He won’t,” Amelia said.

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Her voice was flat. Not reassuring in a soft way- certain, in the way of someone stating a fact about the

weather.

She looked at Zoey steadily.

“His name is Lance Drake. Griffin’s cousin.” She kept her voice even. “He’s spent years setting traps for girls. Young ones, mostly. He’d earn their trust, then use them, then make sure they couldn’t talk about it afterward.” She paused. “Several of them didn’t survive. He has never once expressed anything resembling

remorse. He still thinks he’s untouchable.”

Lance, bleeding on the floor, lifted his head.

“You worthless –” he started.

“He needs to feel what they felt,” Amelia said, over him, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “That’s the only thing that will ever mean anything to him. Pain is the only language he has ever respected.”

Lance spat blood.

“Go ahead,” he snarled, his voice wet and broken. “Unless you’re planning to kill me today, the second I get

out of here, I will make sure you both –

He kept going.

Zoey was no longer looking at the bat.

She was looking at Lance.

”

Something had changed in her face.

The frozen quality was gone.

What replaced it was harder.

Zoey reached out and took the bat from Amelia’s hand.

She walked toward Lance.

Lance saw her coming and immediately shifted – his eyes narrowing, his voice switching targets without

missing a beat.

“I don’t know who you are,” he said, his tone vicious, “but it doesn’t matter. The second I’m out of here, I’ll find out. And then I’ll find everyone you care about. Every single one of them. And I’ll –”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

< Chapter 420 Letting Zoey Beat Lance The word *everyone* had done it.

Zoey’s grip tightened on the bat.

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She thought of Wayne. The only person she had left. The only person in the world who had ever looked at her like she was worth something.

Anyone who threatened Wayne deserved whatever came next.

She swung.

The first hit landed on Lance’s shoulder too high, not enough force behind it. Her arms were shaking.

But she didn’t stop.

She swung again.

“You worthless piece of filth,” she said, her voice breaking on the words. “You absolute

She swung again.

Amelia had already moved.

A silver needle, thin as a thread, slid into the nerve cluster at the side of Lance’s neck. The silver’s natural toxicity spread fast – not fatal, not even close, but enough. His muscles went slack. His legs gave out. He folded to the floor like something with the bones removed, arms still raised over his head, unable to do anything but absorb what was coming.

Zoey didn’t notice.

She was somewhere else entirely.

She hit him again, and again, and the words kept coming – ragged and furious and years overdue – screaming at him about the girls he’d used, the people he’d broken, the lives he’d treated like disposable

things.

“Do you know what pain feels like?” she shouted, her voice cracking. “Do any of you monsters actually

know what it feels like?”

Silas took a half–step forward.

Amelia put a hand out, not touching her, just – there.

Silas stopped.

Amelia shook her head slightly.

“She needs this,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Let her finish.”

So they waited.

Ten minutes.

At the end of it, Zoey’s arms gave out.

< Chapter 420 1etting Zory Beat Lance

She dropped the bat. It hit the floor with a hollow clang.

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She sat down beside it, hard, like her legs had simply stopped working. Her chest was heaving. Her face

was wet.

Lance was still on the floor. He wasn’t threatening anyone. He was making small, involuntary sounds,

curled around himself, shaking.

Zoey pressed the back of her hand to her mouth.

Then she laughed.

It was a broken sound, half–sob, half–real.

“That felt good,” she said, her voice unsteady. “That actually felt –” She stopped. Pressed her lips together.

Shook her head.

When she looked up, her eyes were red and wet and clearer than they’d been in days.

“I’m not dying,” she said. “I’m not going to do it.” Her voice was quiet but it didn’t waver. “I want to stay alive. I want to watch every single one of them get what they deserve. I want to be there when it happens.”

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