Just then, Khloe, who had been silent until now, burst into laughter. “Mr. Russell, since they’re so stubborn, finish them off.”
Khloe’s voice was as cold as steel, devoid of any hesitation or mercy.
Her gaze held an icy ruthlessness, as though the lives before her were no more significant than specks of dust. As soon as she finished speaking, she extended her hand, and a gun was immediately placed within her grasp.
With calm precision, Khloe aimed it at Lorraine and Sloane. She advanced towards the two women slowly, each step heavy with a dreadful, unstoppable power.
Frozen in terror, Lorraine and Sloane could only watch as she approached.
Their earlier arrogance had crumbled, leaving only raw fear and desperation.
“No, Khloe, please. Don’t do this!” Lorraine’s voice quivered like a leaf, not a trace of her former arrogance left.
All the color had drained from Sloane’s face, her legs trembling so violently she could barely stand. “Khloe, I was wrong! Don’t shoot!” she stammered, her body quaking with dread.
But Khloe turned a deaf ear to their pleas and moved closer, her finger resting lightly on the trigger.
“Khloe, how dare you!” Joshua’s voice rang out, strained with fear. He was visibly rattled by Khloe’s intimidating presence, yet he still stepped forward to shield Lorraine and Sloane.
Khloe let out a harsh laugh. “Why wouldn’t I dare? When you all pushed me to the edge, did you think this day would never come?”
An eerie silence swallowed the crowd, the weight of Khloe’s accusation stifling every breath.
Even Eric stood stunned, taken aback by this version of Khloe he had never imagined-the woman who once seemed so gentle, now so chillingly relentless.
“Khloe! Stop! Do you think Karl’s protection will last forever? Put the gun down, and I’ll consider letting this go.” Khloe glanced at him with nothing but contempt. “Eric, who the fuck do you think you are?”
Eric’s face burned with anger, his eyes blazing with indignation.
Unable to contain his fury, he reached out to rip the gun from Khloe’s grasp. But before his fingers could even graze the cold metal, Karl’s men firmly subdued him.
Khloe’s gaze locked onto Eric, her eyes sharp and unfeeling, a frozen glare that seemed to drain the air from his lungs. Was this really the woman he thought he knew?
“I’ll give you three seconds,” Khloe said, turning back to face the two trembling women. “Three. Two…”
Lorraine and Sloane, realizing Khloe wasn’t bluffing, broke down completely. They dropped to their knees with a desperate thud, their pleas pouring out in shattered sobs. “Khloe, we were wrong! We won’t do it again!” Lorraine cried, bowing so low that her forehead smacked the ground, turning red from the impact.
“It’s all my fault,” Sloane added, her voice cracked and pleading. “I’m the one to blame. Just forgive me!”
At this point, they had completely lost face, and there was no point in trying to salvage their reputations.
Still, Khloe didn’t budge. She kept the gun leveled, her fingers steady, her intent as cold as her stare.
A hush fell over the crowd, and a tension so thick filled the air that it suffocated those present.
Khloe looked down at the two women kneeling before her, her face an impenetrable mask.
Their apologies couldn’t erase the suffering she had endured all these years, the countless brushes with death she’d survived.
She craved to make them pay-tenfold, a hundredfold.
Killing them now would almost feel merciful.
At last, Khloe lowered the gun, her icy expression unwavering. “I’ll spare your lives. For now.”
Lorraine and Sloane sank to the ground, shaking as if they’d been granted a last-minute pardon.
Joshua let out a sigh of relief, though his gaze lingered on Khloe, filled with complex emotions.
Khloe crouched down, using the gun barrel to lift Sloane’s chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Just you wait, Sloane…” Her voice cut through the air, chilling as ice. “I’m not done with you just yet. Someday, I’ll make sure you crumble.” With that, she dropped Sloane’s chin with a flick of disdain and stood up.
Karl stepped forward and offered her a handkerchief, which Khloe accepted, wiping her hands as though she had just touched something dirty. Without a backward glance, she turned and walked away, the setting sun casting a halo around her silhouette. She walked with poise, her back upright and chin held high. Even her pristine gown trailed behind her like the tail of a comet-distant, noble, untouchable.
Everyone watched her leave, only coming back to themselves once she was out of sight.
They exchanged looks, the weight of what had just happened settling in.
The Evans family would face a huge change.
Once she stepped outside, Khloe took a slow, steadying breath.
The storm of emotions-anger, grievance, and disgust-twisted restlessly inside her chest, leaving her feeling drained.
Just then, a sleek Rolls-Royce glided to a stop beside her. The door swung open, and a tall, poised figure stepped out. The first thing she noticed was the man’s perfectly sculpted features.
His suit was impeccably tailored, each line following the strong contours of his frame with effortless elegance.
Henrik?
She hadn’t expected to see him, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. “What are you…”
Before she could finish, Henrik closed the distance between them, sweeping her into his arms, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Henrik’s strong arms held Khloe firmly as he walked her towards the waiting Rolls-Royce.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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