Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Now We’re Even

Back in Brian’s hideout, Olivia sat on a chair beside the bed, looking relaxed, casually spinning a leather whip around her fingers while staring down at the unconscious form of her husband.

She had come back to him after dropping Kira at the borders of Dravengard, and she had kept him under, dosed and sleeping, while she sat with her own thoughts and worked out exactly what she wanted to do with him.

She had found the divorce papers he’d left behind. The apology letter, too, was written in his own hand, full of remorse and promises.

All of it offered her everything he owned, begging her to take the compensation, sign the papers, and move on with her life in peace while he ran away with another man’s wife.

But Olivia was not the sort of woman to simply pocket the compensation, nod politely, and walk away into a quiet new life.

Oh, no. She wasn’t going to let him buy his way out of years of disrespect. She had spent a very long time being the quiet, submissive wife, and now she was going to make sure he experienced every single ounce of pain he had ever inflicted on her.

Brian, who was currently lying flat on his stomach with his face squished against the mattress, let out a low groan.

His muscles twitched as the sedative slowly began to wear off, and his consciousness returned in blurry waves.

His eyes fluttered open, his vision completely distorted as he spotted the silhouette of a woman sitting on the chair right next to him.

For one foolish, hopeful moment his fogged brain decided it was Kira.

"Kira...?" he mumbled into the pillow.

Then the scent reached him. It was familiar, but not the one he wanted.

His eyes snapped open, and there sat Olivia.

Brian blinked at her, his mind scrambling to catch up. "Where’s Kira?" he rasped.

"Kira’s gone," Olivia replied smoothly, not even blinking. "She’s probably back in her husband’s arms by now. You missed the entire departure."

"He is not her husband!" Brian barked and tried to bolt upright, only to discover he couldn’t.

His wrists were cuffed and chained, bound fast to the bed with the very same silver chains he had used on Kira for three long days.

Bewilderment flooded his face. He yanked at the chains, then stared at her. "What is this? What’s the meaning of this, Olivia?"

Olivia rose slowly from her chair, drew back the whip and brought it down across his clothed back. Once. Twice. Three times.

"AAARGH!" Brian cried out in pain, his whole body jerking against the chains. "What the fuck has come over you?!"

Olivia calmly stepped back, letting out a satisfied sigh as she inspected the leather tip.

"That," she said, her voice completely casual, "is my official retaliation for all the lovely times you decided to slap me across the face whenever you were having a bad day."

"What?"

"One for each," she continued ignoring him, "though I’m afraid I’d be here all week if I counted them all properly."

Before Brian could get out another word, the whip came down again. And again. And again, each crack pulling a fresh howl from his throat.

Olivia exhaled and paused, almost thoughtful.

"And that," she said, "is for all the emotional torture. Every cold word. Every cruelty. Everything you and that monster of a father of yours put me through, day after day, while I just took it and smiled."

"What do you want from me?" Brian gasped, his face pressed into the mattress, his back burning. "What the fuck do you want, Olivia?"

Olivia laughed, soft and entirely without warmth.

"Want?" she said. "Oh, it’s nothing complicated. I just want us to be even, Brian, and for you to know that you’re not the only mad person here. That’s all. Just even."

And she brought the whip down again, and Brian cried out in pure agony.

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