Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Elijah Vaughn

‘Disappointed, little brother?”

The taunt was cruel–dripping with satisfaction.

“You did everything for our parents, and what did you get in return? Nothing.”

His laughter sliced through the air like a blade.

“They never asked about you. Never cared how you were. They took down your pictures and threw your stuff away. To them, you’re dead.

It hit like a punch to the gut.

The air left my lungs.

The world seemed to lose its color.

“They chose to believe some girl they barely knew instead of their own son.”

He laughed again–louder, crueler.

“And God, it’s beautiful watching you fall apart.”

The rage burned like wildfire.

My fists trembled from how tightly I clenched them.

“You’re a fucking bastard, David.”

He smiled.

“Yeah. And you know what else?‘ His eyes sparkled with pure malice. “While you’re rotting in here, I’m taking real good care of your ex.”

My heart stopped for a second.

“What?”

“She was easy to manipulate. So needy. So naïve. I turned her against you, and guess what?”

He leaned in, that sick grin widening.

‘She loved fucking me. Every night.”

The air grew thick–impossible to breathe.

“And there’s more.”

He spoke low, like sharing a filthy, venomous secret.

‘I’m gonna be a dad.”

The world froze.

My mind refused to process the words.

1/5

Chapter 35

My ears rang, like my body was trying to shield me from the truth.

But there was no escaping it.

I had already lost everything.

My family.

My life.

My future.

And now he was shoving it in my face–as if I had never mattered. As if my pain was some kind of trophy.

My chest burned.

Something inside me snapped–an invisible crack that tore through the last pieces of my sanity.

My heart raced.

My blood boiled.

The ground gave way beneath me.

Before I could even think, my feet moved on their own.

I jumped over the table and tackled him to the floor with everything I had.

The impact echoed through the room, but all I could hear was the sound of my own fury exploding through my fists.

‘YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

The scream tore from my throat–raw, hoarse, drenched in fury.

My fist slammed into his face without mercy.

“YOU RUINED MY LIFE! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Each blow fed the pain eating me alive.

Each punch was a desperate attempt to claw away the emptiness inside me.

Blood stained my fingers, splattered the floor–but all I saw was the face I hated more than anything.

“YOU DESTROYED EVERYTHING!” I shouted, unleashing years of rage and betrayal.

Another punch.

Another impact.

His skin split under my fists,

His nose cracked with a satisfying snap.

David tried to raise his arms to defend himself–but it was useless.

My fury was stronger.

Chapter 35

My pain was louder.

My nails dug into his shirt as I kept punching, Ignoring his groans of pain.

Hatred was all I could feel.

Then brutal hands tore me off him.

I thrashed, tried to break free, but the grip was too strong..

“LET ME GO!” My voice came out strangled–wild. ‘I’LL KILL

David was coughing up blood, his face ruined by the blows–but the bastard was still smiling.

He knew

He knew he’d won.

That smug expression, even with blood dripping from his mouth, made something inside me detonate.

“RUN, DAVID!”

My voice echoed down the corridor as the guards dragged me away.

“PRAY I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE! BECAUSE WHEN I DO… I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

A violent punch slammed into my stomach.

The blow folded me in half, pain ripping through every nerve in my body.

And then… silence.

Pain throbbed in every inch of my body–but nothing compared to the agony ripping me apart

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold in the spasms that made my chest heave with the desperate effort to stay in control.

But it was useless.

Chapter 35

The emptiness inside me was a gaping hole, a dark cavern where David’s voice echoed cruelly.

My nails dug into the skin of my arms, a silent cry for something–anything–to remind me I was still here. Still real.

The betrayal burned more than any punch I’d ever taken.

I was discarded.

I slammed my forehead against the concrete wall behind me, eyes squeezed shut, trying to silence the thoughts. To block out the cruel truth that repeated in my head like a vicious cycle.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify