2025-01-05 08:46:57Joaquin’s vision blurred with fury as he launched himself at Andrew, his hand gripping Andrew’s throat in an ironclad hold.
Andrew choked, his hands scrabbling at Joaquin’s arm, but the pressure didn’t ease.
Joaquin’s voice was a low growl.
“How dare you hurt my sister?!”
Jasmine’s voice broke through the chaos.
“Joaquin, please!” she sobbed, her voice desperate. “Stop! Let him go! I’m okay now!”
Her tears hit Joaquin harder than anything else.
His anger faltered for a moment, and he slowly loosened his grip, though his rage still burned beneath the surface.
“Joaquin,” Jasmine whispered, stepping closer. “Please, don’t make this worse. I can take care of myself.”
Andrew slumped to the ground, coughing and wheezing, as he struggled to recover his breath.
He glared up at Joaquin, his face twisted in a mix of anger and humiliation.
“You’ll regret this!” he hissed between ragged breaths. “There will be consequences!”
Joaquin didn’t reply.
His gaze hardened, and he took a step back, only to be interrupted by Mikyla’s voice, sharp and demanding.
“You owe him an apology, Joaquin! This is completely out of line!”
Joaquin’s fists clenched.
“Out of line? He slapped my sister! And you want me to apologize?” he snapped, his voice cold as ice. “And you! She’s been too good to you and you let this happen to her?!”
Mikyla looked away.
Jasmine quickly stepped between them, looking down at Andrew with an uneasy sigh.
“Please, Joaquin, just apologize,” she pleaded, turning back to Andrew. “I’m sorry for everything. Here...” ‘
She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a stack of cash, offering it to Andrew.
“A thousand dollars for... emotional distress.”
Andrew’s eyes glinted with contempt.
“A thousand?!” he sneered, slapping the money out of her hand. “This is a joke!”
He raised his hand and slapped Jasmine across the face twice, the sound echoing in the tense air.
Joaquin’s vision went red.
His hands shook with rage, but before he could act, Jasmine grabbed his arm, holding him back with surprising strength.
“Joaquin, don’t!” she warned her voice tight with fear. “If you escalate this, it’ll be worse for all of us. Please!”
Joaquin turned his head, his eyes burning with fury, but his sister’s voice softened his resolve, even if just a little.
Jasmine, her cheek red from the slap, lowered her head, her voice trembling.
“I’m sorry,” she begged to Andrew, barely above a whisper, “for everything. Please... just let it go.”
But Andrew wasn’t satisfied.
His mocking laugh filled the air.
“You think this will fix anything? You're pathetic!” he sneered.
Andrew looked at Jasmine from head to toe.
“But well… I didn’t know that you had such a beautiful sister, Joaquin. Maybe I would accept your apology if you gave me a different kind of payment.”
Andrew grinned.
Joaquin frowned. “What do you mean?”
“With such beautiful body. A big breasts and nice ass. I would forgive you all immediately if she will let me sleep with her. What do you think, Joaquin?”
“W-What?” Jasmine gasped. She hugged her body.
Joaquin could hardly breathe, his anger rising again.
“Come on, Jasmine. You wanted me to forgive your brother right?”
Andrew come closer to Jasmine. He touched her cheeks slowly and bit his lips.
“We will have a great time if you would accept it.”
Jasmine’s mouth opened.
Joaquin couldn't take it anymore.
His hair practically stood on end, wild and sharp like a porcupine, fury radiating off him.
“Enough.” His voice roared through the room like thunder.
Andrew let out a mocking chuckle.
“What? You got a problem, you little loser?"
"Please. Your whole family's pathetic. Your sister’s only asset is that body of hers..."
Mikyla's eyes went wide in shock, looked at Andrew’s behind.
“Andrew…”
But Andrew didn’t get to finish that sentence.
He didn’t even see Joaquin move.
In the blink of an eye, he was slammed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Joaquin's eyes were blazing red, feral. He planted one foot right on Andrew’s neck and pressed down hard.
No one had seen it happen.
One second Joaquin was standing there, and the next, Andrew was pinned like a bug under his boot.
It was like time had bent around him.
In that moment of unfiltered rage, Joaquin’s power exploded from him. Fast, brutal, unstoppable.
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Chapter 281: Doubts
“What should we do now, Mom? Dad is conducting an investigation!” James asked anxiously, his voice taut with unease.They were inside his office at VMH. James sat rigidly behind his desk, hands gripping the armrests, while Gracia reclined lazily on the sofa across the room, leafing through a glossy magazine as if the world outside didn’t exist.They had been talking about what happened to Jasmine and Joaquin, about how Javier had practically moved into the hospital, guarding his children like a sentry. James knew exactly how deeply his father cared for them—how far he would go to uncover the truth. And that terrified him, because if Javier succeeded, the truth would lead straight back to him and his mother.He never wanted this. He never wanted blood on his conscience.But Gracia had insisted.“Don’t worry, son,” she said, barely glancing up as she flipped another page. “Your father won’t know anything… unless you tell him.” Her tone was almost mocking, dangerously calm.James exhale
Chapter 280: Finding the truth
Jasmine slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the blinding light above her. Panic struck her chest as the thought hit—was she dead?What happened to me? she asked herself, bewildered.Her memory felt fractured, like someone had torn pages out of a book. She couldn’t piece together how she had ended up here. The last thing she remembered was being inside a warehouse with Joaquin… then the deafening explosion.“Ms. Lopez? Do you hear me?” asked Dr. Ramirez.He carefully opened one of her eyes and shone a small light inside. Her pupil reacted, and he immediately let go.A faint smile tugged at Dr. Ramirez’s lips as he glanced at Javier Villareal, who stood tense and watchful at the bedside.“She’s back, Mr. Villareal.”Relief washed over Javier like a tide breaking through a dam. He leaned down to see his daughter’s face more closely, his voice trembling.“Jasmine? It’s me. It’s your father.”Jasmine let out a faint groan in response. Her vision still spun, the world tiltin
Chapter 279: A Glorious Comeback
Joaquin stood in the arched doorway, chest heaving, the air still trembling with the fading echoes of Neraxis’s fall.The oppressive hum of warped reality was gone; the sanctum felt… lighter. Almost hollow. Behind him, the once-terrifying heart of the Spire lay in shambles—obsidian walls fractured, the black glass floor cracked like dried earth after a storm.The smell of scorched stone clung to his skin, sharp and metallic in his nose.He gripped the doorway with one hand, letting his weight rest against the cool stone. Every muscle ached, each breath scraping his ribs like a file, but for the first time in what felt like days, his mind was clear. No illusions. No shifting corridors. No voice slithering into his thoughts.It was over.
Chapter 278: The Last Blow
The air between them crackled, saturated with a magic so dense it seemed to choke the breath from Joaquin’s lungs. Neraxis stood at the far end of the sanctum, his blackened robes stirring in an unseen wind, his eyes burning with the slow, deliberate confidence of one who believed himself untouchable. The fractured remnants of his earlier spells still hung in the air — shards of warped light, fragments of distorted space, and threads of darkness weaving back into his grasp.“You have clawed your way through the Spire, boy,” Neraxis said, his voice deep as bedrock, “but here, at the heart, your strength ends.”Joaquin didn’t answer. Words were useless now. He tightened his grip on his weapon — the blade glowing faintly, flickers of his own magic laced through its steel — and forced his aching body to stand st
Chapter 277: It Bend
The air didn’t explode.It bent.One instant, Joaquin stood in the sanctum’s warped corridor, the next, the edges of his vision folded inward like a burning page. The walls were still there, but not in the same way. Stones swam through each other, dissolving at the edges. Shadows pooled on the ceiling like ink in water. The floor tilted, though the slabs beneath his boots didn’t shift an inch.He blinked hard, expecting the distortion to clear, but it only deepened. The air in front of Neraxis rippled as if heat rose from invisible flames, and in that distortion his form wavered—sometimes tall, sometimes impossibly narrow
Chapter 276: Cont.
The void shuddered.A rift of raw, black fire tore through the air where Joaquin stood, heat and cold striking him in the same breath. The world beyond the sanctum was gone—replaced by an endless chasm of fractured light and swirling darkness.And in that collapsing space, Neraxis moved first.The High Warlock’s hand slashed downward, and the void answered. Entire constellations bent inward, their dying light collapsing into a spear of shimmering obsidian. It hurt to look at it—like staring into the heart of every shadow Joaquin had ever known.The spear screamed toward him.Joaquin didn’t move by instinct alone; he let the storm inside his veins surge, the remnants of every battle he had fought here i
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