To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Three Minutes and Forty-Two Seconds

CIAN

The silence on the other end stretched long enough that I wondered if the connection had dropped.

Then Madeline spoke.

"What about him?"

Her voice came across as carefully neutral. Too neutral. The kind of control that took effort to maintain.

I leaned against the wall, staring at the empty hallway where Gabriel had disappeared.

"He’s dead."

The words sat heavily between us. I heard her breathing change on the other end. Sharper. Quicker.

"How?"

"Fia killed him."

There came another pause. It was longer this time. When Madeline spoke again, her voice had gone hard.

"Good. It’s what he deserved."

The words came clipped and precise. Each syllable was carefully measured. I recognized the tone. Had heard it before from people trying to convince themselves they felt something they didn’t.

"He came after her," I continued. "Sent one of his experiments to kidnap her. When we tracked them down to his home, he tried to kill us both. Fia fought back."

"I’m sure she did." Madeline’s laugh came sharp and bitter. "My father always did underestimate people. Probably thought he could study her like one of his specimens. Control her. Break her down until she became another success story in his sick research."

I said nothing. I just let her talk.

"He got exactly what was coming to him." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. "Every terrible thing he did, every person he hurt, every life he destroyed in the name of his obsession. He earned that ending."

The hardness in her tone wavered. I heard it fracture at the edges.

"Madeline."

"No." The word came sharply. "Don’t. Don’t try to comfort me or tell me it’s okay to be upset. He was a monster. He deserved to die. I’m glad he’s dead. I’m glad Fia killed him. I’m glad—"

Her voice broke completely.

The sound that came next hit me harder than I expected. Sobbing. Raw and uncontrolled. The kind that came from somewhere deep and couldn’t be stopped once it started.

I pressed my phone closer to my ear, wishing I could do something useful. Wishing there were words that made this kind of pain easier to carry.

The crying went on for a while. I just stood there and listened, letting her break down without trying to fix it or make it stop.

Eventually, the sobs quieted and turned into shaky breathing and occasional hitches that suggested she was trying to pull herself back together.

"Are you alright?"

The question came out stupid the moment I said it. Of course, she wasn’t alright. Her father was dead. No matter how much he deserved it, that didn’t make the grief simpler.

"Yes. My mother chose me instead of him." Her voice softened slightly. "This will break her, though. No matter what he became, she loved him once. Had his children. Built a life with him before everything went wrong." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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