“Ahhh!” Verona screamed, collapsing hard to the floor like she’d been hit with a strong force.
Jericho’s face changed drastically. He hurriedly went to lift her carefully.
“Please don’t blame Venice, Jericho. It was all my fault…” she whimpered.
That liar even covered a wound on her hand. It was no bigger than a fingernail! The next second, just like the manipulative woman that she was, she started sobbing.
When Jericho saw that so-called injury, his face darkened like a storm cloud.
The way he looked at me was cold.
“Venice,” he said coldly, “it seems I’ve been far too kind to you. You really need to be taught a lesson now.”
With that, he waved his hand, signaling his men.
In my breaking line of sight, the rope that bound my mom dropped rapidly… until a loud, sickening thud echoed through the air.
My vision blurred with tears as I broke free from the guards’ grasp and rushed to the window.
Down below, at the hospital entrance, a pool of red spread across the concrete.
And my mom—the woman who loved me most in this world—lay there, motionless, her fate unknown.
3
Venice’s POV
My strength gave out completely, and soon, I collapsed to the floor.
“Jericho!”