PopularNovelChapter 0192 +25 BONUS At first, I flinched away, then I moved closer and flattered my palm on the small mound that I had thought was just a pile of sand. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them from flowing. freely.
Now looking closely at it, I could see the weeds sprouting from the mound like they were mocking me. The sight felt like a dagger getting piercing into my heart.
My chest hurt so much it was as if my heart had been wrenched out of it, and it was groaning from the loss of what it revolved around. That was exactly how I also felt, a hollow emptiness.
All these years, I had been waiting for Lucas, hoping against hope that he was alive, and then he turned out to be... gone. I had fallen in love with him, allowed myself to be consumed by those feelings, only to start hating him again because I wasn't privy to the real truth- he had stopped existing a long tago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe poor boy, Lucas, had only wanted to make friends and experience the simple joys that most take for granted. He wanted to live a normal life, even if it was just once, but they robbed him of those privileges by ending his life so callously. They had not only taken his life but also stolen his identity, further selfishly ensuing chaos in the lives of his loved ones.
I could already picture Lucas so vividly, sitting in his wheelchair, his face alight with that bright, radiant smile that he always wore. The kind he'd have on even if the world was falling apart. He always had this calmness...this soothing feeling to him that could make anyone happy.
I should have noticed that there wasn't a lot of that trademark calmness and radiance of his when the fake Lucas infiltrated my life. The imposter was always quick to anger, unlike the real Lucas. He also had a bad temper that flared up at any slight provocation.
I had stupidly overlooked it because I was blinded by my desire to reignite my childhood dreams.
I wondered if they had forced a drink down his throat to drug him or if he had willingly gulped it down. Knowing Lucas, always so trusting, he probably willingly took whatever they gave him.
My heart pulled tight in my chest as I imagined his weak body going limp in his wheelchair as he slept forever. They were so heartless that the best they could do was bury him in the small forbidden space. Lucas might have been sick, but he was not small, not in spirit or in the impact he had on those around him.
They must have folded his body when they buried him here, here in this wilderness, like sstray and abandoned dog. They couldn't even try harder and give him a tombstone. My tears poured down as I shook my head at the cruelness if it all, Lucas never deserved any of these, he didn't.
If they had asked, Lucas would have happily given them and even took them in as his brother.
My hatred for Dylan was rooted in my heart, it burnt like a raging fire and I would keep it burning until! saw Dylan burn in it. I swear with my life and my son's! would take revenge for Lucas. My flattened palm on the mound curled into fists and my tears stopped pouring.
Dylan would regret the day he met me, he would curse the day over and over and over again until his last breath.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut first, I must survive. I now had multiple reasons to stay alive. For my son and for Lucas.
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I swallowed and wiped the fury on my face. I turned to Dylan and found a smirk on his face. He moved closer to me, lowered his hand and pressed the gun to my forehead Hemocked, ve "You pande all the way to Italy just to find your beloved Lucas, didn't you? Well, now that you've found him, you should be satisfied to die. You are ready to die a happy death so you can reunite with him in hell, right?" He smiled ruefully, "I promise you, this tI'll be a good guy and bury you two in the spit." He laughed maniacally.
I suppressed the anger that's rapidly growing in me. I suppressed the m insane urge to throw myself at him and hit him on his chest because that would be stupid and it wouldn't have any effect on him.
I lifted my chin, baring my neck to him, he used to like it whenever I did ver did that. As I tipped my chin up, the gun slid to the bridge of my nose and he left it there, his eyes fixated on my neck and the mounds in my RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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