Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: 113-Finding Comfort In The Devil’s Arms

Verity:

When Ragnar carried me into the house, I kept wondering how he had gotten inside.

He must have unlocked the door using the passcode.

I had no idea how he knew it because I had two locks on the door.

But the moment we entered the living room, I noticed a phone on the couch.

Someone had been here.

Not only that, there were croissants on the table with a piece of paper beside them.

Through my blurry vision, though, I only focused on the phone.

The moment I saw the phone case, I recognized it.

It belonged to Jaguar.

How he had gotten inside was still mind-boggling to me.

But when Ragnar laid me on the bed, my eyes drifted toward my walk-in closet, and I noticed the door slowly sliding shut.

That’s when I knew he had been hiding in there the entire time.

Having him there didn’t help me, and I wasn’t surprised.

I should have known it was too soon to trust him with my life, or with anything.

But I knew Jaguar was watching. Like I said, I always had two plans, or somehow luck was on my side.

It always seemed to help me with the second one.

This time, Jaguar was hiding in the walk-in closet, and I had a lot to say.

The moment Ragnar stepped out, I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

"What did I do wrong?" I cried, looking up at the ceiling, almost as though I were speaking to the Moon Goddess. "What am I being punished for?"

I took deeper, heavier breaths.

"Justin—Justin, do you see what’s happening to me?" I cried out, saying my brother’s name. "Why would you do something like that to me? Why would you? You were never like this. I just don’t get it."

I cried even harder.

"You and Gigi were doing so well. So what happened? How did you end up abusing her? I just don’t understand."

I broke down into hysterical sobs.

Then I sniffled and touched my cheek, which was probably swelling and had already turned black.

"Look what’s happening to me. Someone is punishing me, and I don’t even know why. Don’t I deserve care? Don’t I deserve protection? Your little Verity is being punished for your crimes, and nobody even wants to listen to what I’ve been through. Because apparently only your victims are victims."

I took another shaky breath.

"What about me? What about what Oliver did to me?"

The moment I said those words, I broke down, crying as loudly as I could.

Then I sniffled and tried to get up from the bed. It was incredibly difficult because I was in so much pain.

I forced myself to my feet, groaning with every movement.

Then I slowly dragged myself toward the bathroom.

I did it for one reason only.

So the Jaguar would have enough time to escape.

Once I knew for certain he had already left, I let go off the breath I had been holding in the bathroom.

By then, I had taken a shower. I checked my injuries, and they were really bad.

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