Queen Of Revenge And Glory (Victoria and Jackson) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

“Darell!” Julia cried out, her hand instinctively slamming the switch for the living room lights.

Suddenly, harsh light poured down, revealing the chaos all at once.

The coffee table was knocked over, and shards of a vase were scattered everywhere.

The two men fighting were thrown into the spotlight. Darell’s hair was wild, his pajama collar ripped open, and a bloody gash marked his forehead. He was struggling to fend off a knife swung by an intruder wrapped head to toe in tight black clothes, a black mask, and a baseball cap.

“Julia! What are you doing out here? Get back to your room! Lock the door!” Darell yelled, his voice raw with fear as he desperately tried to fend off the attacker.

Julia flinched at his shout and instantly understood.

The intruder was after her.

Fear wrapped around her heart like icy vines. She nearly crawled and stumbled back into her room, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. Pressed against the door, she panted wildly, her heart thundering as if it might burst right out of her chest.

‘If my husband really hired someone to kill me, then why is he fighting so desperately to hold him back?‘ Julia wondered.

But before she could process that thought, an even more terrifying question seized her. ‘With all this noise, why hasn’t Curtis made a sound in the next room?‘

Outside, Darell let out a muffled, pained groan, as if his throat were being crushed.

Julia’s body trembled against the door, fear and worry battling fiercely inside her.

‘Open the door, my husband is in danger!‘ Julia’s instinct screamed.

‘No, I can’t! If I open it, that knife could be aimed right at me!‘ she told herself.

Julia bit down hard on her lower lip, almost drawing blood. Her mind raced with images: the bloody gash on Darell’s forehead, his desperate shouts, and the eerie silence from Curtis’s room.

In the end, her worry for Darell and her growing suspicion about Curtis outweighed her fear.

She spun around, dashed to the dresser, yanked open a drawer, and fumbled through it with trembling hands until she finally grabbed a sharp box cutter she used for cutting open packages.

The cold metal steadied her a little. She took a deep breath, gripped the small knife tightly in her palm, pressed the blade against her skin, and tucked it inside the loose sleeve of her pajamas. Then, with a kind of desperate resolve, she threw the door open.

The sight before her made Julia’s blood run cold.

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Darell was curled up on the carpet, not far from her door. His right hand clamped over his left shoulder, blood pouring through his fingers, quickly soaking his pricey silk pajamas and the pale carpet beneath him, forming a glaring pool of red.

“Darell!” Julia screamed, her voice cracking with terror, about to throw herself at his side.

“Who told you…to come out…” Darell’s face was ghostly pale, his lips trembling as he struggled to turn his head toward her, his gaze a tangled mess of emotions.

Julia froze in place. Like she’d been struck by lightning, she spun and bolted down the hallway, pounding wildly with her fists and body against Curtis’s thick wooden door.

“Curtis! Open up! Wake up! There’s someone dangerous in the house! Curtis-!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and frantic, her nails scraping out a shrill sound against the smooth door.

But the door was as if welded shut, not moving an inch, and inside was utterly silent.

At that moment, the killer in black, who’d been watching with icy indifference, finally sprang into action.

He swung his foot and kicked Darell right in the side, ruthless and unhesitating.

“Ugh!” Darell grunted in pain, his body rolling across the floor and crashing into the leg of the overturned table, scattering shards of broken porcelain everywhere.

The killer didn’t even glance at Darell. Gripping the knife still dripping blood, he started walking toward Julia, who was frozen in front of Curtis’s door, each step steady and radiating menace.

With every step, drops of blood fell from the tip of his blade, soaking into the carpet and spreading into little dark red pools.

On the floor, Darell pressed his hand to his wound, using the motion to hide a sly, twisted grin creeping across his lips.

‘Why isn’t this idiot killer sticking to the plan?‘ Darell grumbled to himself.

But…it didn’t matter anymore!

Once Julia was dead, nobody would suspect him anymore.

Darell sneered inwardly, but on the outside, he instantly put on a look of frantic desperation. Struggling to prop himself up, he yelled hoarsely at the killer’s retreating figure, “No! Don’t hurt Julia! If you want someone, take me! Take me instead!”

His voice was sharp, filled with a heartbreaking mix of love and despair.

Julia pressed her back against the icy door, watching as the killer advanced step by step, the bloodied knife gleaming in his hand. After the wave of panic, a cold, do–or–die calm rose inside her, steady and unyielding.

She stopped her futile pounding, her body no longer shaking. Locking her gaze on the killer, her voice was rough from screaming but rang out clear: “Who….are you? Why are you here to kill me?”

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The killer stopped just two steps away, tilting his head. A faint, mocking chuckle slipped out from beneath his mask. He spoke with a tone full of cruel amusement, “Strictly speaking, you’re my only target. As for why…”

He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Darell, who was clinging to life on the floor. “It was your dear husband who paid a fortune to have you killed.”

He spoke with a foreign accent.

Outside, Mara was hanging from a climbing rope, waiting for the perfect moment to jump in and rescue Julia. When she heard the killer spill the truth, she was stunned. ‘Wait, what? Wasn’t this guy supposed to be hired by Darell? Why is he ratting out his own boss like that?‘ she thought.

Julia felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She whipped her head around to stare at Darell, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “Darell, is it really you?”

“Julia! Don’t listen to him!” Darell shot back, his voice trembling with panic. He tried to scramble to his feet, but the pain made him collapse again. “He’s trying to set me up! He’s trying to turn us against each other! If I wanted you dead, why would I be bleeding out like this?”

He pointed at his shoulder, blood pouring out, his face twisted with anger and frustration.

The killer seemed to be enjoying the drama. He continued in his broken Mandarin, “Oh, your husband’s injury? Yeah, that was all me. Gotta put on a good show to make it convincing, right? Can’t let anyone suspect him, can we?”

He deliberately stressed the words “can’t let anyone suspect him.”

That line hit Julia like a ton of bricks, crushing her heart.

She staggered, barely holding herself up with the doorframe. Her eyes went from shock and suspicion to pure, frozen despair, like all hope had just died inside her.

Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, gripped the little box cutter so tight her knuckles turned white.

On the floor, Darell was momentarily thrown by the killer overplaying his hand, but then a flash of vicious calculation flickered in his eyes.

What a know–it–all fool!

But… it didn’t matter.

‘As long as Julia dies here tonight, who cares if she finds out the truth before the end?‘ Darell thought.

With that, Darell stopped making excuses. He just looked back at Julia, his eyes full of pain, resignation, and a barely noticeable hint of madness as he met her stunned gaze.

Outside, Mara watched the chaos unfold, her gaze hardening with resolve.

“Time to make my move, Mara thought.

Inside, the killer lifted his knife, blood still dripping from the blade, while Julia’s box cutter, hidden up her

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sleeve, was poised and ready to strike.

And just then–Boom!!! A deafening blast erupted.

Someone kicked the front door open from outside, slamming it in with brute force.

The door panel hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure crashed through the window, outlined by the glare from outside, landing right at the window’s edge.

Shards of glass scattered across the floor.

Julia looked over. A woman stood at the window, her gaze sharp as ice, her entire presence exuding a terrifying chill. In her hand, a knife flashed with a deadly, cold gleam.

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