The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 895

Anger completely incinerated his reason. He lunged forward, slamming his fists into the heavy gates, roaring hoarsely into the night, "Winifred... you poisonous bitch!"

"You remember this! If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me! Every twisted, disgusting thing you've done... I'm leaking it all! Let's see who survives!"

Like an unhinged beast, he paced the empty driveway, his mind spiraling through a chaotic storm of extreme, destructive plans. She had pushed him to the absolute brink; why should he show her any mercy?

If he had to burn, he'd make sure she burned with him.

Should he go straight to the tabloids? Or drop the files online and watch the world burn?

Darker, even more dangerous impulses flashed through his mind...

But the intoxicating rush of revenge faded quickly, leaving cold reality in its wake.

Unlike Winifred, he was still a public figure. Even though he had essentially been exiled from the industry and was drowning in scandals, contracting HIV was a completely different beast.

If that got out, forget about ruining her—he would become an absolute pariah. He would be the "filthy mistake" everyone avoided and spat on in the streets. It would be a thousand times worse than his current hell!

The realization plunged him into an icy abyss. The furious fire that had just been raging in his chest was brutally snuffed out.

His legs went weak. He slumped backward, leaning heavily against the rough stone wall of the estate. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as if the oxygen had been sucked from the atmosphere.

He had come here for a lifeline and left with nothing but humiliation.

Right now, petty grudges didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was his rapidly failing body.

He needed to know immediately if the experimental pills his brother Zeus had given him were actually doing anything. Just how far along was the disease?

The primal instinct to survive overrode everything else.

Pulling his collar up to hide his face, he ducked his head and hurried away, clinging to the shadows of the wall.

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