Chapter 426


    His grip was iron-strong around my throat, the pressure making a sickening crunching noise. I


    struggled to breathe, my vision blurring with shes of light. Instinctively, my hands wed at his,


    desperate to pry them away.


    "You think you can disrespect me? You brought this upon yourself, you''re..." His rant was cut short as a


    shadow moved with lightning speed. Before I couldprehend what happened, Jan was sent


    flying, and I ended up sprawling onto the couch.


    A thunderous crash echoed through the room, followed by a dull thud. Arge decorative vase that


    stood nearby had toppled, shattering into pieces across the hardwood floor.


    Gulping in fresh air, I was seized by a violent coughing fit, gasping for breath. The terror of suffocation


    had been overwhelming, and now, with tears and mucus streaming down my face, I didn''t bother to


    clean them, focused only on stabilizing my ragged breathing as waves of seething anger rushed at me.


    Hannah quickly examined my neck, babbling apologies. "I''m so sorry, miss! It''s my fault, I should have


    looked after you better!"


    We had an unspoken understanding, Hannah and I. I knew her concern was genuine, but her words


    were part of an act.


    Furious, I red at Jan, who was trying to get up. I shoved Hannah aside and charged at him,


    kicking him with all the primal force I could muster - a release for my pent-up rage.


    Though my kick was amateurish, it was effective. Jan, caught off guard, stumbled back to the


    ground. I wasn''t done yet. "You think you cany hands on me, Jan? You''ve got another thing


    I never thought he''d dare to hurt me so openly, and rage clouded my judgment.


    I didn''t give him a chance to react. I pounced on top of him, my mind filled with images of Hertha


    beating Marissa. I mimicked the moves, pping him fiercely, "That''s for touching me!"


    "Aaliyah, I’m gonna kill you..." he growled, trying to sit up and fight back.


    Hannah stepped forward quickly, kicking him in the head. "If you so much as twitch, I''ll break your


    hands. Whichever one you move, that''s the one I''ll disable. Try me!"


    Her words worked like magic; he didn''t dare move after that.


    Hannah loomed over him. "Mr. Wilburn sent me to protect thedy. He knew a day mighte when


    you''d turn on her. He bet right, so don''t me me for not being nice. You make a move, I''ll make you


    regret it."


    Her message to Jan was clear - she was sent by Mr. Wilburn. I wasn''t alone; the Wilburn family had


    my back.


    Jan, cunning as he was, ceased to resist upon hearing Hannah''s deration.


    I unleashed my fury like a lioness, roaring as I raised my hand again and again, pping him


    mercilessly. I poured two months'' worth of anger into my punches, not caring if I was hitting his head or


    backside, until he was bleeding from his mouth.


    Hannah, not realizing how intense I''d be, only intervened when I could p no more.


    "Enough, miss, stop! You''ll hurt yourself!" she pleaded.


    I was indeed exhausted, struggling to even stand from atop that wretched man.


    Her words rmed me, and I rushed to the bathroom to wash the blood off my hands.


    Carefully inspecting my hands, I found them red but unharmed. Relief washed over me as I internally


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    That was too close.