My Boyfriend Drained My Blood to Please His Stepsister novel Chapter 5

He sat on the couch, eyes cold and unreadable.

"Chloe, you never fail to surprise me."

"Is there anything you wouldn’t do for money?"

"Do you even realize how much of a disgrace you are to the Parker name?"

I crawled to his feet, banging my forehead against the floor.

"Zane, I’m begging you! Please, lend me the money-save my sister!"

"I’ll do anything! I’ll give you my life if that’s what you want!"

He let out a sharp laugh, eyes filled with disgust.

"Save your sister? God, you’ll say anything to get my attention, won’t you?"

"You’re pathetic, Chloe. You’ll stoop to anything for a little pity."

I shook my head desperately, tears streaming down my face.

"No! She’s really sick-please, just believe me this once!"

Zane didn’t listen. He grabbed my throat, squeezing hard.

"How many times have you lied to me?"

"You stole Lily’s engagement. Lied about her bracelet, claimed it was yours."

"You even went as far as scarring your own body just to convince me you gave me a kidney."

"You make me sick."

His grip tightened. My vision blurred.

Air. I couldn’t breathe.

"Chloe, let me tell you something."

"Even if your sister is dying, she deserves it."

"That’s what she gets for having a trash sister like you."

His voice slithered into my ears like the devil himself.

I looked at him, my eyes filled with pure hatred.

"Zane… you’re a monster…"

I forced the words out with the last of my strength.

His expression darkened. Then he smirked.

"For a woman like you, I don’t need to be anything else."

The suffocation became unbearable. I thought I was going to die.

But suddenly, he let go.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning.

Then my phone rang.

My hands shook as I answered.

"Ms. Chloe… I’m so sorry. Your sister… she didn’t make it."

My world shattered.

My sister… was gone?

The sister who always called me with the sweetest voice?

The sister who promised to wait for me to take her home?

No.

I ran out of the Parker estate like a lunatic, racing toward the hospital.

But all I found was a body, covered in a white sheet.

Cold. Lifeless.

I collapsed to the floor, frozen to the core.

"I’m sorry… I was too late…"

Tears poured down my face as I held her, screaming in agony.

Flicking a lighter, I set it on fire.

The flames licked at Zane’s cold, indifferent face, burning away the last shred of my illusions.

Tonight would be the last time.

Dressed in red, I stood out like a wound among the sea of designer gowns.

"Is that Mrs. Parker? What the hell is she wearing?"

"Seriously, didn’t her sister just die? Why is she in bright red? So tacky."

"Maybe she’s happy about it. Who knows?"

Their whispers were needles, sharp and relentless.

Expressionless, I walked through the crowd and stopped in front of Zane.

He was laughing with Lily, but the moment he saw me, his smile vanished, replaced by disgust.

I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared and slapped them onto his chest.

"Zane, let’s get a divorce."

My voice wasn’t loud, but it silenced the entire ballroom.

Zane’s face darkened, storm clouds gathering in his eyes.

He snatched the papers and tore them to shreds.

"Chloe, what the hell is this?"

"You think just because your sister died, you can do whatever you want?"

He stepped closer, his gaze dangerous.

"Listen to me-you will never get rid of me."

"If you even think about running, I swear I’ll have your sister’s grave dug up and her ashes fed to the dogs."

I stared at him and suddenly… I laughed.

A hollow, broken laugh.