Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW.

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Author’s note: The following chapter deals with domestic violence and predatory behavior. I write this to show the impact of abuse on survivors and the reasons behind Theo’s scars. If this content is difficult for you, please skip this chapter. – Aurelia.

The text came at midnight. I’d parted ways with Seraphina, and had been staring at the ceiling, the image of her face on my mind, when my phone dinged, brightening the screen with the notification of a message from my trusted butler and spy at home.

‘He’s at it again. Hurry!’

I didn’t bother thinking about anything else, as I bolted out of the door in a quick step, the image of my mother and sister huddled in a corner on my mind. The drive to the Kingswell estate felt like it had stretched for far too long, even though my Ferrari was at top speed as I dashed off the road. My pulse thrummed in my ears, and I could practically taste my heart in my mouth.

My spy, Richard, never wasted words, not when it came to this matter. He hadn’t exted since last week, so I thought my father had had his fill of violence

for the week, but I should have known.

Nothing was ever too much for Phillip Kingswell.

I swallowed, my throat feeling like sandpaper, as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. It felt like someone had a knife to my chest, and they were twisting it so much that it hurt.

The image of my mother’s bloody lips as she trembled in a bloody mess on the for after he’d hit her too hard, her hands littered with bruises, and her

pearl beads littered the floor with blood stains.

My father has a sick fantasy, and it involves us…well, at least behind closed doors To the public eye, Phillip Kingswell, duke of Summerset, was the epitome of perfection, charity, and excellence.

When the cameras were off, he was a fucking monster.

My childhood was littered with pain, the pain of seeing my mother tense at his rival, and heave a sigh of relief whenever he would be gone for weeks on some business trip. But that peace was a hefty price to pay, because he would return with twice the blood thirst, and my mother, my sister, and I would be the ones easy and quick to satisfy his sick fetish.

My sister was still eleven, she couldn’t leave….not yet. Even I hadn’t left, and l’i fucking eighteen.

The mansion loonfed in the distance. It’s dark, high walls shining in the night sky littered with expensive lights my father had installed himself. The closer E

got, the more suffocated I felt, but I couldn’t turn hack, I couldn’t run, or hide.

Because they needed me,

Every single time, I’d swear to myself that it would be the last time I’d come to is fucking house, and every time it turned out to be a lie.

I couldn’t leave….not when my mother and sister were still inside.

My father’s sick, twisted words echoed in my ears like a broken alarm clock, hauging with its vibrations, almost tendering me dizzy.

‘Very soon, you’ll see how much fun this is. And you’ll get to like it too.

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The city was riddled with fear of the infamous Bunny Murderer, as the police had been combing the streets and the fucking country for over two decades in search of the monster, but they had no idea, the evil doer was the one man they welcomed into the States with the thought that it would be a good way for

the UK and America to further relations.

My father, Phillip Kingswell.

He would target homeless girls, brutally assault them, and kill them.

And I couldn’t do anything about it.

Not until I was sure my loved ones were safe.

Speeding through the gates which parted of their own accord for me, I drove into the large estate, stopping before the front door. The sky poured heavy rain

on me as I ran inside.

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.