Summary of 40 from Mafia Vengeance
40 marks a crucial moment in KATHLEEN HAYAT’s Fanfiction novel, Mafia Vengeance. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Chloe was lying on the bed, but she wasn't unconscious anymore. She was in the haze of her slumber. Slowly and gradually she opened her eyes but immediately closed them because of the light in her room. Even tho the light wasn't that bright but still,it took time for her to adjust her sight with that of the light by blinking several times to get rid of the blur vision.
When her sight got adjusted, she took in her surroundings and was greeted by her room, but the difference was that an IV was attached to her arm. Confusion coursed through her mind but it didn't even last the second when she tried to sit. This movement causes a severe pain to shot in between her legs, due to which her breathing hitched and a gasp left her mouth.
The haze of her slumber was gone, and she was fully awoken now. She again tried to sit but felt that pain again between her legs. For the fraction of second her mind stopped working when the events of his brutality flashed in her mind.
Her breathing stopped and suddenly her lungs blocked the intake of oxygen, her breathing became sparse, tears started to form in her eyes. Without thinking she ripped the cannula from her arm while hissing in pain and got off the bed, the second she was on her heels, she falls down on the floor because her legs were badly shaking as she was feeling so much pain in her womanhood. She could feel something was wrapped around her head.
She doesn't want to accept this reality. She wanted it to be just a nightmare but the luck wasn't on her side.
With much difficulty she made her way towards the mirror. When she saw her appearance in the mirror it was like someone threw cold water on her. There in front of her was standing a girl whose head was wrapped in bandages, red finger marks on her cheek, throat completely blue, small bruises all over her neck and chest. She then brought up her wrist in front of her eyes and saw the same bruises on her wrist.
This isn't me. She told herself. She was completely denying her reality. She doesn't want to believe it. To further confirm her doubt she started touching her wounds but hissed out in pain when she touched the angry teeth marks on her shoulder.
That is when she realized that everything is real. This girl in front of her is her own self. That wasn't the nightmare. T-that was real. She thought. I was robbed off my chastity. That to by my husband.
Tears keep rolling down her cheeks as she watched herself in the mirror. Why he did this to her? She never harmed anyone. She never hurt a single soul. What was my fault.
Why he did this to me when I accepted him as my husband. When, I accepted my fate to be with him. When, I started liking him. When, I was ready to change him. When, I was ready to accept his darkness.
He doesn't only rape me but also killed the hope which I was living with.
Her eyes landed on her self in the mirror And the flashbacks of his evil deeds start playing in her head. She stumbled backwards
Ethan tried to stop her from struggling he lightly held her hand to which she jerked back and her eyes widened with fear. She vigorously started shaking her head in negative. It was clear she doesn't recognize him. And Ethan was badly hurt by this.
Ethan tried to calm her down. "Hey! Shhhh. Its me your Eth. Relax and breath Chloe, breath."
But she was in oblivious she was seeing him everywhere, she wasn't in her state of mind. When Ethan tried to touch her. She spoke.
Please don't do this. But her words didn't roll of her tongue. She was speaking but nothing was coming out. So she joined her hands together in front of Ethan and shook her head in negative. His heart broke on her condition and tears started flowing through his eyes.
She was unable to breath anymore the fear was itself so frightening that she went unconscious.
Andrew's vision blurred by seeing her like this. His heart broke into millions of pieces. His hands formed into fists, and he stormed off to his room with a bleeding heart.
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