AWAKENED ADRIAN LACANSTER

CHAPTER 3- Vows to Violence

With a roar, Adrian kicked the bedroom door open.

BANG!

All hell broke loose.

“Ah!” Isabelle screamed, grabbing a towel to cover herself.

Lucian jumped up from the bed.

However, when he saw it was Adrian, his anxiety turned into laughter.

“Well well, Isabelle ... looks like the plan’s a bust!”

Isabelle’s face turned pale.

“Adrian? I thought you were planning a surprise dinner. Why are you back so soon?”

“Sorry to interrupt your fun,” Adrian said, his face dark, his voice mocking.

“If I hadn’t come back earlier, I’d never know how many ‘surprises’ you had in store for me.”

“Adrian, it’s not what it looks like, I—”

“I saw it. I heard it. Are you seriously going to tell me I imagined it all?”

Adrian’s voice trembled with fury.

“Isabelle, I never thought you’d be such a filthy slut!”

His words struck her like a whip.

Isabelle dropped the act and went cold.

“Well, you found out. So what? We’ve already drained you dry. You’ve got nothing left."

"Initially, we were just gonna drug you and collect the insurance. Sell your sister. But I guess that’s off the table now.”

There was not the slightest hint of nervousness or guilt from being caught in her voice, as if she was certain that even if he knew what fucking thing they had done, he would be powerless to do anything about it.

Adrian stared at her, hollow and broken.

The woman he loved ... had become this heartless monster.

Lucian wrapped an arm around Isabelle and smirked.

“Hey, Mr. Bone Marrom ... You ruined my fun and my payday, but I’m feeling generous.”

Lucian raised an eyebrow, his tone casual, with a look of mockery, as if he were looking at a poodle.

“Get the hell out. Or ... do you prefer to stay and watch while I show you what a real man can do with your wife?”

“Fuck you! You both deserve to rot in hell!”

Adrian growled and raised his arm, punching Lucian straight in the face.

Crack!

Lucian’s jaw exploded in blood.

“You dare hit me?” Lucian roared. “I was going to let you go, but now? You’re a dead man!”

He lunged at Adrian, fists flying like a storm.

Adrian was tall, like Lucian—both around 6’3”.

But after years of caring for Isabelle and giving up his own health for hers, he was weaker than he looked.

Lucian easily beat him down.

“You bastard, you dare touch me?!”

With a hard solid kick, Lucian shattered Adrian’s nose.

“Aaaghh—!” Adrian screamed in pain, but he still crawled up, trying to fight back.

But the moment he did, he felt a sudden pain and his body screamed in protest.

A violent dizziness struck him like a blow.

The toll of years of hard work to take care of Isabelle, and especially the bone marrow donation, struck him all at once.

With a wicked grin, Lucian grabbed Adrian’s wrist.

He twisted it brutally and slammed Adrian down onto the ground.

Adrian gasped as pain exploded through him, his cheek pressed onto the floor and blood immediately pooled beneath his face.

Lucian pinned him, pressing a knee against his chest.

"Pathetic," he sneered, his voice was filled with nothing but pure mockery.

"And here, you can’t even put up a fight. What a fucking weakling you are."

Adrian gritted his teeth, the rage inside him was like an unstoppable storm.

With a growl, he pushed Lucian with all his might.

And then suddenly ...

Crack!!!

A sharp, crushing pain exploded in his skull.

The world shifted around him

Adrian’s vision blurred as he barely registered Isabelle standing over him, with a bedside table in her hands.

The wooden edges dripped with his blood.

She had swung it down on his head.

This BITCH!!!

Adrian’s body went numb.

His eyes rolled back, and the last thing he saw was Isabelle’s cold, satisfied smirk before darkness swallowed him whole.