Chapter 291 You Will Regret It
Derrick stood upright, his gaze cold and piercing as he looked down at her.
A sense of unprecedented danger radiated from him, and even Stella, who had been so bold moments ago, now trembled under his intense stare.
“What are you staring at me for?” she asked, her voice faltering.
Derrick took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Stella instinctively backed away, but her back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat.
“What… What are you doing? Move!” she demanded.
She tried to push him away, but the man suddenly leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “Do you remember what I told you before you left Falvaria?” His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely restrained anger.
Stella tensed. What had he said?
Her mind flashed back to the moment when Derrick, covered in blood, had approached her. She had no idea what had happened to him that day, or why he was covered in blood.
He had said, “Remember, you’re my fiancée. Leaving Falvaria is the best thing for you. I’ll come and get you myself.”
At the time, Stella had been consumed by anger at his threats involving her mother and sister. Without thinking, she slapped
him.
Then, with tears streaking down her face, she turned and walked away, Behind her, his cold voice had called out. Remember, don’t have any contact with Abraham, or else…”
Or else what?
He had never finished the sentence, but Stella knew the situation with the Dawson family was complicated. She couldn’t afford to make more enemies, especially not with Abraham. So, she had obeyed, keeping her distance.
Hearing Derrick bring it up now, Stella lifted her gaze, her eyes full of unshed tears and anger.
Derrick grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head. “It seems you’ve ignored my words, or maybe you just didn’t remember the most important part?”
Remember what?” she snapped.
“You’re my fiancée. Now tell me, what’s this mark? Derrick growled, his eyes glowing with fury. He seemed ready to rip the flesh from her neck.
Stella scoffed. “Are you dreaming here?”
At her words, Derrick’s grip tightened, causing her to gasp in pain.
She wanted to bite him, but he was too far away. Instead, she reached for his abdomen, trying to grab hold of anything to hurt him. But his abdomen was rock-hard with muscle.
Derrick glanced down at her hand, his eyes turning icy cold before he let out a low laugh. “Marie taught you such childish tricks?”
Before he finished speaking, he grunted in pain.
You little brat, do you want me to have no children? Or do you want to be a widow for the rest of your life?”
Stella’s sudden kick sent him stumbling back, instinctively loosening his grip on her.
Seizing the opportunity. Stella stepped back, her eves wary as she watched him. Derrick bent forward, casting a side glance at
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Her baby–faced expression, threatening as it was, only added to the strange sense of defiance.
Derrick scoffed. “Go ahead, throw it. If you don’t kill me, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
“You!” she hissed.
When someone has nothing left to lose, everyone will step aside.
That had been the first lesson Marie taught her when she was taken away.
In a moment of panic, Stella swung the ashtray at her own forehead.
“Stella”
Derrick’s furious shout echoed through the room as he grabbed her wrist, squeezing so hard it felt like he might crush her
bones.
Stella cried out in pain as her grip loosened, and the ashtray fell with a loud crash.
Derrick jerked her hand away, his finger pointing accusingly at her. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
Stella bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes.
Derrick glanced at the mark on her neck, his rage bubbling over as he stormed toward the door.
Seeing him leave, Stella finally exhaled in relief.
At the door, Derrick stopped and turned to look at her. “Do you really think you and Abraham can end up together?”
“What do you mean by that?” she demanded.
Derrick smirked. “You’re my fiancée”
With
that, he strode out the door.
Stella muttered to herself, “Crazy
Whether or not she and Abraham would be together wasn’t up to him,
And Abraham had said, “Trust me, leave it to me.” She believed Abraham wohld handle everything.
“Pit, even Mom doesn’t mind. What’s it to you, b’stard?” Stella muttered to herself in displeasure.
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