Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236

“Hello, Adrian. Quite a show.”

I furrowed my brow, not understanding.

“What do you mean, quite a show?”

He let out a laugh and stepped even closer.

“You and that guy, that Magnus fellow. Kissing in the corridor

yesterday… I mean, that didn’t even look like a kiss. It looked like the

two of you were devouring each other.”

I huffed, irritated by his presence.

“If you saw it, you should have gotten lost.”

He laughed.

“And miss the show?”

My gaze turned cold.

“Did you see the expression on my god’s face?”

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Harry gave a nervous smile but still stepped closer. He’s too close. He

truly has no love for his own life. My hand started to itch to grab his

neck and snap it right here.

“Yes, I saw. He made a beautiful expression.”

I tilted my head to the side, observing his neck.

Where should I strike?

I open my eyes, returning to the present. I look at Magnus’s sleeping

face and remember that this was where everything fell apart.

He appeared out of nowhere, striking Harry with a punch, believing I

had betrayed him.

The pain was unbearable. Being falsely accused tore me up inside.

Even worse was when he wouldn’t let me get close, when he pushed

me away with that icy look, full of fury. My chest felt like it was

collapsing, my heart threatening to stop.

Despair came like a wave, and my nails tore at my scalp until I was ripping out tufts of hair. I couldn’t breathe, my head was spinning;

the feeling of having lost everything suffocated me.

Seeing Magnus walk past me, ignoring my cries, was like being

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stabbed twice: once by the cruel accusation, and again by the

helplessness of not being able to prove my innocence.

The tears fell without warning. I’ve never cried in front of anyone,

not even when my mother died. But in that moment, the humiliation

and fear consumed me completely.

Then Harry coughed up blood. That was the spark. I lost control; I

lost my footing. Rage took the place of reason and I lunged. I don’t

remember every movement, only the fury guiding me. No thoughts,

just the impulse to do what needed to be done.

There was no beauty in it. It was brutal, instinctive, wild. The blows

repeated until his body ceased all reaction. When silence finally fell,

it hurt more than every punch I’d landed.

I wanted to prove my loyalty in an unquestionable way, to show

Magnus that I belonged to him entirely.

In the middle of the madness, I felt the urge to rip the bastard’s heart

out and hand it to him as proof of devotion–a grotesque image that

would make anyone vomit. But I knew that would only push him

further away.

So I decided to prove it another way. If necessary, I would give back

control; I would let him dominate everything again, let him retake

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