CHAPTER TWO
Author: ERO HAY
last update2025-03-20 00:33:58

Amanda scoffed in disbelief while the pieces danced in the air.

“How dare you!” Luther yelled at Devin and approached him to throw a punch in his face.

Devin staggered back as pain shot through his body, and he spit out the blood that had seeped into his mouth.

“NO way, are you a limp-dick or what? Can’t you try harder, sugar baby...” Devin mocked.

“... Or did sleeping with that slut turn you into a slut too,” Devin said with provocation.

But the next second, he was kicked to the ground by Luther.

“You are done! Mr.Luther will make you regret being born into this world!” Amanda glared at him fiercely.

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?” Luther stepped on Devin's face, and the immense pain made Devin roar in anger.

"You son of a bitch! Get the fuck off!".

But Luther pressed him even harder, he could even hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

“What a ridiculous joke! Look at you, broke, beaten up, and in the end, you'll become a homeless stray dog.” Amanda laughed as Luther's cruelty persisted.

“That's the consequence of your bravado! Your life is over!”

Luther said to Devin, but soon he furrowed his brows, cause this motherfucker was actually laughing.

“Anything funny?” He snapped.

“You know what? You just pulled that 'your life's over' shit like a fucking Boy Scout at a talent show. Oh no, I'm so scared!” Devin stated, but the next second he got punched in his face, he could feel his teeth loosening.

“Clueless bastard! You’ll pay today!” Luther snapped and hurled at Devin.

Luther placed his massive weight on Devin and pinned him down, punching him repeatedly and furiously in the face.

“You're begging for death, aren't you?” Luther kissed his teeth as he resumed his punching. Soon, Devin's eyes were swollen, and Amanda watched with intrigue as Luther beat Devin up.

“That'll teach you a lesson!” She yelled at Devin.

Devin's vision was getting blurrier and blurrier.

He didn't want to die like this.

He couldn't die like this!

Driven by a strong will to survive, he fought back desperately.

"Bang!" With a powerful blow he'd been building up, he knocked Luther to the ground.

He pressed on with the advantage and firmly choked Luther's neck with his hands.

The greasy feeling made him sick, but the sense of controlling a life made him feel elated.

He was alive again!

But Luther was on the verge of suffocating and kept slapping Devin's arms, but the other guy didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip even more.

“Let him go!” Amanda cried out and screamed as Devin tightened his grip around Luther's neck. Amanda sneaked up on him and hit him with a brick. He let out a muffled groan, lost his strength, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Gasping for breath, Luther struggled to his feet and took the opportunity to kick him.

“You dare to touch me with those dirty hands of yours? I'll end your fucking life!” Luther managed to croak while waving his hands in a frenzy.

“Fucking kill him! Or none of you motherfuckers will get out of here alive!” Luther commanded his bodyguards.

The bodyguards swung into action. They kicked Devin to the ground and didn't stop beating him even when he bled profusely.

Amanda supported Luther and tried to leave the place. However, with her sharp eyes, she caught sight of a magnificent box.

“Stop…”Amanda commanded and walked towards him. She stepped hard on Devin’s hand with her high-heeled shoes and took it.

“What do we have here?” She mocked him while she opened the box, and found a magnificent Ruby necklace.

“Come on! Who the hell do you think you're fooling? This kind of fake is only fit to stay in the trash can with your crappy ring.”

Amanda chuckled and threw the necklace into the trash bag

“No!” Devin groaned but Amanda laughed. She helped Luther away while the bodyguards still pinned him down.

At this very moment, Devin plunged into utter despair.

That was his mother's precious relic, the wedding gift he had painstakingly prepared to present to Amanda.

But she nonchalantly, even disdainfully, tossed it aside as if it were trash.

How goddamn ironic!

His heart, as if attached to that box, was hurled away and smashed into countless fragments.

Fury filled Devin's heart while he watched them. They truly had no shame or conscience, not even a little bit. They are unworthy of being called human.

But immediately after, the pain came from all directions, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his own ribs cracking. The leading man took out a sharp dagger and stabbed it hard into Devin's lower abdomen.

Blood spurted out, startling the others. Devin felt that his intestines were being pulled by him, and then his internal organs... He was dying!

Suddenly, Devin felt an energy rise within him.

At first, it was like a little heat, but soon it rose like a flame.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but it seemed as if he had lost his sense of pain in an instant. All those intense aches vanished. He could even hear the faint sounds of his bones reconnecting and blood flowing back.

As if he were on the verge of rebirth!

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