He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 124

Her words carried a suicidal, mutually assured destruction kind of madness, and it gave Lucas's heart a violent twist.

He could feel the surging hatred beneath her calm facade, and even more, the bottomless despair fueling that hatred.

She wasn't just seeking revenge; she was executing a gruesome, desperate bid for self-salvation.

"Sienna, that's too dangerous," he tried to persuade her. "The Gauthier family might have taken a massive hit from the public backlash, but a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Grant is not someone you should needlessly provoke."

"Doing this is basically playing with fire."

Sienna cut him off, a hollow exhaustion bleeding into her voice. "I've been burning in that fire for eight years. What does a little more matter?"

She raised her gaze, her beautiful eyes now swimming with shattered starlight and the heavy darkness of the night.

"I have no other choice. Only by making him completely obsessed with me can I... buy the 'freedom' I want."

She said the word "freedom" remarkably softly, yet it carried a crushing weight.

Looking at her, Lucas ached in a way words couldn't describe.

He knew she wasn't telling the truth. At least, not the whole truth.

There had to be a deeper, far more brutal reason underlying this—one she was unwilling or unable to speak aloud.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that Sienna assumed he was going to refuse.

"Alright," he finally spoke, his voice low but resolute. "I'll help you."

Sienna froze.

"If you believe this is the path you must take, then I'll walk it with you." Lucas looked at her, his gaze tender but unyielding.

His voice wasn't loud, but it landed like a heavy, grounding stone right into her deeply scarred heart.

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