One Night With The Unstable Billionaire

Chapter 4

Word Count: 740 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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ght leg, and kicked the heavy oak door w

rash, slamming against the wall so hard tha

etting out a shriek. Her hand, h

yes wide with shock, trying to see w

r got th

abid animal. The air rushed out of her lungs

ised wrist and twisted

numb, and the heavy sewing needle clatter

e shock, the arrogance, the cruelty. The m

flipped the silver letter opener in

k. Instead, she slammed the blade against B

air's flawless skin. Thick, dark blood ins

in Blair's brain. When it did, she let out a horrific,

flying to her face. Blood poured through

nding it flying deep under a heavy woo

ees, grabbing Caden from the corner a

, acting as a human shield. She felt his heart hammering aga

ken the entire wing. Servants and security guards rushed tow

with a loud click, flooding the bloody

way the cold, murderous rage in her eyes. Sh

er hit the floor with a loud metallic clatt

ied out, stumbling forward. It took him a full, panicked second to regain his composure

air and let out a terrified sob.

ming!" she sobbed, her whole body shaking violently. "I ran in and saw a dark figure standing over him wit

s. Hearing Arla's words, she pointed a bloody finger

rds froze, unsur

den's shoulder, her own shoulders he

son's hair, her lips curved

the police until Mr. Sargent is informed! We

y,' but the tearing pain in her cheek

eamed down her pale face. She looked a

la whispered, her voice trembling p

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“Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son. But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest. As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh. "Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body. Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief. In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund. To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent. Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash. She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money. The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair. Then, she gasped for air. The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite. Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago-the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic. This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.”