Chapter 776

Chapter 776:

“You have no idea how great Neal is. He’s handsome and witty. And you? Your heart and thoughts are filthy and vulgar. I don’t understand how someone like you could even exist. How dare you make demands of me? To ask me to stay with you for a lifetime? For crying out loud! Who do you think you are?”

Bonita grew increasingly bold with every word. She no longer trembled, nor did her voice falter.

She was venting years of frustration, saying things she had never dared to say before.

“You’re worthless! Without your parents’ wealth and influence, you’re nothing! And you think you can compare to Neal? Neal made it to where he is without relying on his family. You’re a joke compared to him. You even had people expose his family’s situation, trying to ruin him. Let me tell you this— you won’t be able to ruin him. He will only grow more powerful!”

“Shut your mouth!” Beckett roared as he punched Bonita hard on the face.

Bonita’s head hit the wall, and her ears began to ring. She lost feeling in half of her face, and she felt something drip down her nose. When she wiped her nose, she saw that it was blood.

However, she only sneered and continued, “This doesn’t hurt. I’ve been beaten so many times by you since I was a child. I’m used to it.” Her speech began to slur as her face began to swell. Still, this didn’t deter her. “Look at you, you scum. You resort to violence when things don’t go your way. How could anyone like a scum like you? You’re a joke!”

Beckett shook with anger as he listened to Bonita. He knew that she didn’t like him, but he never imagined her hatred for him ran this deep. The words she used were cruel and cut into his self-esteem.

Sometimes, words cut deeper than a sword.

“Shut up!” Beckett screamed, his voice trembling as he barely managed to keep his balance. He put his hand on the table to steady himself, and his hand brushed against something cold.

He looked down and saw it was a metal knife used to cut ice cream cakes.

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗈𝗺

A twisted thought came to him as he stared at the cold blade. The sight of blood dripping from Bonita’s nose onto the ground fueled his bloodthirsty thoughts.

He took up the knife and pointed it at Bonita. “So, you hate me, huh? Perhaps it’s time you die!”

The icy blade caught the light, its lethal edge reflecting the raw terror in Bonita’s wide, unblinking stare.

By the plan, she should have been screaming by now, bolting for the door so the people outside could rush in and she would be kept out of harm’s way.

But in that instant, she changed her mind.

She wanted Beckett to stab her. She wanted to turn this entire situation into something so catastrophic that there would be no escape for him.

The more monstrous his crime, the heavier the price he would pay.

This time, she would leave him no room to slither free.

With that thought, Bonita didn’t flinch. She merely shifted, just enough to let the knife sink into her flesh.

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