Chapter 332
“Kill me, and you’ll die too!” Panic flashed in Marcus’s eyes, his voice cracking with fear. “Just let me go–let’s wipe the slate clean. I swear I’ll neveT bother you again!”
Madelyn ignored his desperate pleas. Without hesitation, she raised her silver needles and drove them into Marcus’s body again.
With each needle Madelyn drove into him, Marcus’s body convulsed violently, his face contorting in ever–deepening agony.
“Didn’t you say it yourself? I should’ve died–Sara died for me. Even in the depths of hell, I’ll tear you limb from limb,” she spat, eyes blazing with hatred.
The silver needles rained down on Marcus. He felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh, the excruciating pain driving him to the brink of
unconsciousness.
Marcus gasped, “H–Help… help me…”
“Almost forgot.” With that, she drove a needle into his throat, completely silencing Marcus.
He could only stare wide–eyed in horror, watching helplessly as silver needles kept piercing his flesh, enduring waves of excruciating agony.
Marcus died in excruciating agony.
Madelyn stood watch, her gaze fixed on him as he drew his final breath.
“Aria.” She heard Owen’s deep voice calling her name right by her ear.
Aria’s eyes snapped open, still glinting with a cold, deadly intent that hadn’t faded.
Owen bent down so he was at eye level with her, meeting her gaze at close range.
In the span of a heartbeat, the murderous glint faded from her eyes, revealing an abyss of endless, unfathomable loneliness–yet beneath that calm surface lurked a power capable of annihilating all creation.
Owen’s heart clenched with concern. He reached out and gently covered her eyes with his hand. “Bad dream?” he asked softly.
His voice was feather–soft, carrying a whisper of warmth that brushed against her ear.
In the darkness, all Aria could hear was his voice.
She blinked, her eyelashes brushing softly against his palm, sending a subtle shiver through them both. Owendet his hand fall away, steadied her by the shoulders, and helped her up.
“Just now, Mono called your phone,” he said. “I answered since you were resting. He said he won’t be coming today and told us to go ahead with dinner.”
Aria had arrived a bit earlier and was resting on the sofa in Owen’s living room. Without realizing it, she drifted off to sleep.
Her dream was of Sara and Marcus.
After Marcus’s death, Aria fled, only to be hunted by the Solemnity Guild. She took down several pursuers, but in the end, battered and bleeding, she was still captured.
She was waiting to die when the leader gave her an ultimatum: kill Marcus’s father, and she could live.
In the end, she killed the founder and survived.
Afterwards, Aria searched nearly the entire Solemnity Guild, but Sara’s notebook was nowhere to be found.
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Chapter 332
She had never looked inside, so she didn’t know what Sara had written.
Now that Aria knew Sara’s true identity, she was utterly lost.
Russell should have cared deeply about Sara, Aria guessed, her brow furrowing. But if he did, why was she already covered in old sears batere are en came to the Solemnity Guild?
Could Olivia be involved in this?
Lost in thought, Aria suddenly felt the gentle warmth of a hand resting on her forehead.
Aria instinctively looked up, locking eyes with Owen’s gaze, brimming with concern.
“I thought I might have given you my fever,” he said softly, his hand lingering gently on her forehead. “But you’re not hot–actually you feel a bit cool
Aria was about to speak when she felt her throat go dry.
At that moment, Owen turned toward the dining table, picked up a glass of warm water, and handed it to her. “Here, have some warm water. it’ll help your throat.”
Aria took the glass and drained it, then finally said, “Thanks.”
“Don’t be so formal,” Owen said as he took the glass from her hand. “Let’s eat first.”
She nodded. “Alright.”
Aria had just sat down when her phone rang–it was Mono calling.
Mono said, “Girl, your ex–husband must be out of his damn mind–he actually showed up at the Fine Art Society trying to buy back those three paintings of yours!”
Although she hadn’t put the call on speaker, the living room was so quiet that Owen could clearly hear the conversation.
Aria instinctively reached to lower the phone’s volume, but before she could, Owen noticed and asked gently, “Private space?”
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