Chapter 803 “Make It Hurt Good! I Want My Revenge, Too!”


    The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and Raymond’s whimpers reverberated through the


    room.


    Damien’s icy re sent shivers down Wanda and Patricia’s spines, despite their ims, of affection for


    the groaning figure on the floor.


    Finally, Wanda, her voice trembling, pulled at Cherise’s sleeve. “Cherry, please reason with Dame


    before he has Raymond killed!”


    Cherise’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She met Wanda’s gaze and slowly withdrew her


    hand. “Are you certain you want him to remain alive?”


    Confusion flushed Wanda’s face.”


    In Wanda’s eyes, Cherise was still the sweet, forgiving girl she had been five years ago. She wouldn’t


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    dare question someone’s plea, let alone doubt her love.


    However, Wanda had no inkling of how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her


    into a woman who saw the world in shades of advantage and consequence.


    Cherise studied Wanda’s bewildered expression, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. “Consider


    this. If he dies today, you can find someone new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town,


    even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re ying the role of a contented


    wife. Do you truly wish to keep someone like him who cannot staymitted?”


    Cherise’s words, though harsh, were like a ssh of cold water.


    Raymond’s infidelity had driven her to the brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off


    a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir, all


    smiles and elegance, but internally, she was ensnared by his wealth and influence.


    Sure, she had convinced herself that he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all


    the diamond rings and the substantial bank ount. However, tonight, in front of everyone, he had


    shattered her dignity like a dropped ss.


    Wanda took a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance finally waned.


    A twisted smile crept onto her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a


    punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make it hurt good! I want my revenge, too!”


    Deep down, she yearned for Damien to finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that,


    a new life, a new lover, all acquired with the tainted money of her past.


    In the blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s sole defender speechless.


    Fury surged through Damien’s veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years


    of pent-up rage.


    His fists hammered away, driven by the memory of his parents’ tragic ident on their way to see


    Raymond.


    Even in his dying moments, his father, Hansen, had been concerned about Raymond’s well-being. And


    Raymond? The good-for-nothing who spat on their sacrifices, who traded Hansen’s name for cheap


    thrills and illicit deals, who exploited it to rape Mrs. Tanner, then conspired with her to harm Hansen and


    his wife!


    The rage in Damien’s gut was roaring to be released.


    This wasn’t just about tonight, about Raymond’stest betrayal with Patricia.


    This was about everything: a lifetime’ of Raymond’s selfishness masquerading as love. He wasn’t a


    family member but a cockroach scurrying across the Lenoir legacy.


    And Damien was swatting him away, blow by blow.