Chapter 152 Casey and Kyle Dragged Into Hell
Felix’s face turned even more frosty. He didn’t hesitate for a second before giving the next order. “Wow. Such touching loyalty. Take him too.”
The bodyguards responded instantly. Two of them stepped up and grabbed Kyle by the arms.
Kyle fought back hard, twisting and jerking, trying to shake them off. He kept yelling, “Felix, I’m your father! You can’t treat
me like this!”
Then he turned to Kate, desperate. “Mom! Are you really gonna stand by and let Felix act like this toward his own father?”
Kate had been watching quietly, detached–but now, a trace of inner conflict showed in her eyes.
Felix was her grandson, sure. But Kyle was still her son.
Telix..”
The word had barely left her mouth when Felix cut in. His tone was respectful, but there was steel underneath “Grandma, I “know exactly what I’m doing.”
Kate let out a helpless sigh and slowly closed her eyes. She didn’t say another word.
She understood all too well–Felix had lived through too much trauma as a kid. He didn’t have a shred of affection for his father.
When he was five, his biological mother was literally driven to death by Casey, the woman who’d wrecked their family and taken her place.
After that, the cheerful little boy with the big smile disappeared. What was left was a deeply withdrawn child, always shadowed by something dark.
She still remembered the day Casey married into the Brooker family. Felix had gone completely off the rails. He grabbed a knife and charged into their wedding room, nearly killing both Casey and Kyle.
And what he said that day left everyone in shock. “Even if I kill you, the law won’t punish me.”
He was five. A kid who should’ve been innocent, running around without a care in the world. But instead, he was eaten up by hatred.
From then on, he tried over and over to kill Casey and Kyle. He never managed it–he was just too young, too weak–but it wasn’t from lack of trying.
Most families deal with the stereotype of a wicked stepmother tormenting the stepson.
But in the Brooker household, it was the other way around. Casey was terrified of Felix–genuinely, to her core. Every time she saw him, she’d freeze like a mouse cornered by a cat
And with good reason. Felix wasn’t bluffing. He would’ve killed her, fully aware that being a minor meant the law wouldn’t do a thing to him.
She had finally clawed her way into a rich family and hadn’t even gotten to enjoy the lifestyle before fear of death became her new normal. If she had died back then, it would’ve been meaningless–Felix was just a kid, and he’d walk free.
As the years passed, Felix learned to mask everything. He buried his rage and hate deep down. For him to lash out like this in public again–especially at Kyle and Casey–this hadn’t happened in years.
Inside the banquet hall, everyone was frozen in shock by the sudden chaos. No one knew what to do.
Willow and Kenneth looked like they were about to collapse–completely terrified.
Kyle and Casey kept fighting, but against the bodyguards‘ sheer strength, their struggles were useless.
The door to the private room had barely clicked shut when a woman’s scream erupted from inside. It was the kind of scream. that sounded like her throat was being torn apart–sharp, painful, and cutting through the air like a knife.
Chapter 152 Casey and Kyle Dragged Into Hell
Then came a man’s panicked, broken yelling.
Outside, everyone stood completely still. No one even dared to breathe.
Finished
The banquet hall was dead silent. The only sounds were the haunting screams and shouts echoing from the private room, bouncing off the walls and squeezing the air tighter with each passing second. People could feel their own hearts racing just listening to it.
No one knew what was going on behind that door–but Casey’s screaming alone was enough to make their skin crawl. Just hearing it made them break out in cold sweat
Every second crawled by,
No one could tell how long it had been. But eventually, the screaming faded.
And then–nothing. Just total, chilling silence.
The door to the private room creaked open with a long screech.
JEveryone watched in frozen silence as Casey was dragged out, limp and lifeless like a dead animal.
The moment people saw her, a wave of horror rippled through the room–every person gasped, and the fear in the air hit its highest point.
Her arms and legs were twisted in disturbing directions, clearly broken in multiple places. Swollen skin bulged around the fractures like it was about to split open.
Her once–glamorous face was unrecognizable, torn up with deep, crisscrossing cuts. Not a single patch of smooth skin remained. Blood mixed with torn flesh streamed slowly down her cheeks–it was gruesome.
Her mouth was a bloody mess. Every tooth had been knocked out, leaving behind raw, shredded gums. Just opening her mouth released a wave of thick metallic blood scent into the room
They threw her to the ground without care. She curled up in a tight ball, completely motionless. The only thing showing she was still alive was the faint rise and fall of her chest. And even that looked like it might stop any second
Then came Kyle–he was a wreck. Limp like a sack of wet cement, dragged between two bodyguards. He didn’t have any blood or bruises, but his expression was blank, eyes empty. He looked like the lights were on but no one was home. Like whatever had happened in that room had ripped his soul right out of him.
Send Gifts
