Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 387

It was still his face, but the way he carried himself was nothing like the Lucas she knew.

If she hadn't watched the shift happen right in front of her, she would've sworn she was talking to his twin.

Back in Keiperian, everyone said Hector was the most unpredictable man they'd ever met.

One second, he could be sweet, kissing her like she was the only person in the world.

The next, she wouldn't even know what she did wrong before his hands were around her throat, treating her life like it meant nothing.

Then he'd act like it was just a test, claim he loved her, and even beg for forgiveness.

Until Anne came along.

Hector never had that kind of possessiveness toward her again.

That kind of obsessive love-hate was impossible to let go of...

Yelena shook her head. Now was not the time to think about her own life.

"What's up with you? Why does your whole vibe feel different?" Even as she spoke, she heard how stiff she sounded, her voice thin and unsure.

The contrast was too extreme. How could someone flip like that?

Unless...

Was he dissociative?

She couldn't believe he'd turn into this. They'd known each other long enough.

He'd always been controlling, but now he felt like he held power over life and death—even scarier than Hector.

He reminded her too much of that man.

The legend.

The truly unpredictable one.

The man who'd climbed to the top over bodies, who could smile while killing.

Everyone feared crossing him. No one had ever seen his real face.

Only that everyone who angered him ended up dead.

Horribly dead.

Just those words were enough to chill you.

Still, some people thought they were the exception.

His power was so great that word then said he'd rule half of Keiperian one day.

Women threw themselves at him.

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