THE SUPREME GOD OF CELESTARA

Chapter 8: He'll watch her stuffer

Tara jerked up from the seat, the chair scrapped hard on the Marble. Even though Dora was cruel to her, even though she had hurt her again and again, hearing her panicking voice over the call made her heart skipped.

"Dora, why are you sounding like that..where are you?" She stammered, the phone planted to her ear.

"Im.. outside... the hospital.." Dora's voice cracked through the speaker.

"Hello..Dora.."

But the connection had snapped.

Tara's heart raced with panic. She hurriedly left the lobby. The cold air hit her face, fluttering her hair. She looked around the premise for the familiar face of Dora but she didn't see anyone. She decided to dail her number again. It rang and went to voicemail. Her heart beat quickened.

"Where could she be?"

She extended the search to the curb. The road was buzzing with cars passing along. Suddenly, a black Van pulled over at her side with a screech. The door was already opened. A strong hand pulled her into the Van. The door slammed shut before she could even scream.

The Van pulled over at the back of a tall hotel building. Men dressed in black suit with the badge of Blackthorn family poured out from the Van. Five of them. One of them lifted an unconscious Tara to his shoulder. Lastly, Dora stepped out of the Van with a wicked grin on her face.

The men used the back door to arrive at the VIP floor of the building. One pushed the door of room 0001 opened and they all walked in.

Jackson Blackthorn was waiting inside. The room reek of alcohol. Jackson unbuttoned his shirt halfly. Immediately he saw the men return with Tara, a wide ugly grin spread over his face. He clapped.

"Well, well, look at the beauty. Not so tough without his gambler husband throwing petty kicks for her."

Dora Clicked into the room, her hips swaying against the fabrics of the expensive gown. She smiled confidently. "I told you it was going to be easy." She said.

Jackson pulled her against his chest, his arms wrapped around her possessively. He kissed her hungrily. Dora smiled against his lips.

Then she pulled away, forcing a frown into her expression. She folded her arm on her chest and turned away from Jackson, feigning anger.

"You know I couldn't stand it when you came to our place l asking for the divorce." She said, jealousy leaking from in her voice.

Jackson scoffed. "Really?" He took one step closer, his head titled with a smug smirk on his lips. "Are you jealous of your stepsister, huh?"

He walked towards her. Their body met. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear softly.

"You know the plan, Dora," He drawled, glancing at Tara who was laid on the bed unconscious. "She's just a useful instrument I needed to grow my family's entertainment industry. But not anymore. We can get someone better than her. I only want to make Zane suffer. I'll make him knee in my front and bleed while he watches the woman he thought he could protect suffer."