Chapter 493
Chapter 493
Chapter 280: My Perverted Brother
Roman
Bella.
The name alone was enough to set something vicious loose inside my che
The same girl Reese had mentioned earlier. The same maid Penelope had used. The same pair of hands that had carried poison into Dahlia’s
body.
I was still staring at the door when Savannah’s voice, gentle and unaware of the storm building beside her, granted permission.
“Oh. Come in, Bella p>
Her fingers tightened around my arm, as if instinct told her I was already slipping beyond reason. As if she believed touch alone could anchor
The door opened.
A small figure stepped inside first–thin, quiet, almost folded into herself. She held a stack of neatly pressed clothes to her chest. Behind her
came another maid carrying a tray of food, head lowered, movements careful and rehearsed.
Neither of them looked up. Neither of them dared to.
“Thank you,” Savannah said politely, the way she always did with staff, with strangers, with anyone.
My gaze locked onto the first girl.
Small. Pale. Shoulders drawn inward. A creature that survived by making itself invisible. I had a gut feeling in my chest that she was the rat I
was looking for.
“Which one of you is Bella?” I asked. My voice came out impatient and rude.
Savannah’s grip tightened.
The girl holding the clothes stiffened. Slowly, she lifted her head a fraction. “I’m Bella, sir p>
She didn’t finish.
My body moved before thought could catch up. One step forward. One reach. My hands found her throat with brutal force, my fingers locking around fragile flesh like they had been waiting for this moment.
The clothes slipped from her arms in surprise and scattered across the floor. A sharp, startled sound tore from her mouth.
“Jesus Christ! Roman!” Savannah gasped behind me. “What are you doing p>
I didn’t look at her. “Stay out of this, Savannah.” The warning came low, not cruel.
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She stood rooted on the spot. I felt it without burning. She knew when pising me would make things worse. She knew that tone,
The second maid stood rooted near the door, tray trembling in her hands he didn’t run. Didn’t scream. Fear had turned her into stone.
Aly entire focus was on the girl in my grasp.
This was the face that had stood near Dahlia. This quiet little thing had helped destroy everything.
And she wasn’t fighting. That was what struck me most.
No scratching. No desperate struggle. No frantic attempt to pry my fingers loose. She didn’t even try to breathe past the pressure,
She simply endured.
Her gaze drifted somewhere over my shoulder, refusing to meet my eyes, if she had already accepted whatever came next.
“You know what you did,” I said quietly, tightening my grip. “Do you know who I am p>
Slowly–painfully–her eyes lifted to mine. Red. Swollen. Wet with tears that had already been shed long before she walked into this room.
She nodded. A slow, trembling movement.
“Good,” I said. “Then give me one reason not to end your life right now p>
Her lips parted. No sound came out. She shook her head once.
No defense. No plea.
“You helped murder my wife.” The words scraped my throat raw. “You participated in it. Penelope sent you, didn’t she? How much did she pay
you? What did she promise you p>
My voice rose with each question, fury unraveling whatever restraint I still possessed.
She flinched when I shouted, eyes squeezing shut, tears spilling freely down her cheeks. But she still said nothing.
The silence snapped something in me.
My hand tightened. I shoved her backward until her spine hit the wall with a dull impact. “Answer me!” The roar echoed through the room.
“Nothing!” she gasped, voice strangled by pressure. “Nothing, sir p>
Savannah’s voice broke through from behind me, urgent, trembling. “Roman, stop! You’re going to kill her p>
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