THE HEIRESS' REVENGE

FOUR

It had been two hours since Hazel had fallen unconscious. As she slowly recovered awareness, she realized she had been lying on the floor since fainting. No one, absolutely no one, helped her up or attempted to put her on a bed.

As she lay on the floor, she began to reflect on the good moments she had with her parents before making the terrible decision to leave home and never return, simply to marry the boy she loved. A frigid gust of wind blew by her as she shuddered, tears in her eyes. She sobbed furiously, beating her sore chest. She felt as if her entire universe had fallen, and her life would end at that point.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad." She cried aloud, her voice trembling with anguish and remorse.

Hazel got herself up, went to her bedroom, and took a bath. She then went downstairs to prepare a lunch for herself. She needed enough power for both herself and her unborn kid. As she proceeded down the stairs, stroking her belly, she observed a man sitting in the living room staring at her. She narrowed her eyes and recognized her father-in-law.

She ran down the stairs and went directly to welcome him. "Good evening, sir," she said, face to the ground and hands behind her back. Mr. Chris Voldemort, Liam's father, ignored the greeting from his daughter-in-law and continued to converse with his wife and son. At that moment, it dawned on her that her presence in that house was not of any relevance. No one would notice if she died or not.

With a disappointed expression on her face, she turned around and entered the kitchen to make her lunch. She hadn't eaten in a day since leaving the hospital.

When Hazel entered the kitchen, one of the maids informed her that Mrs. Voldemort had forbidden her from touching or preparing anything in the kitchen. "Mrs. Voldemort said you're not allowed to touch anything in the kitchen," remarked the housekeeper. Hazel didn't seem surprised. She nodded.

The maid delivered a plate with two pieces of bread and a glass of milk to her. "This is mine?" Hazel questioned. "Yes, ma'am," the maid replied. "Alright. Thank you," Hazel murmured, taking the plate and glass of milk and heading to her bedroom.

It is not news that Hazel is forbidden from eating at the dining table; she is only permitted to eat in her room. She was also not allowed to cook unless she was commanded to, and when she did, no maid could help her.

As Hazel walked up the stairs, she overheard her husband and in-laws discussing. "She's so useless. Why did you marry her? You're a billionaire; I don't understand why you stooped so low by marrying that pauper." Mr. Voldemort objected.

Hazel's hands shook when she heard her father-in-law's comments about her. Suddenly, the glass milk bottle slid from her grasp and smashed, splattering milk everywhere. When Liam heard the sound of shattering glass, he jumped up and dashed at her, slapping her on the cheek.

"Are you stupid!? What the heck is wrong with you!?" Liam screamed at her. He then placed his hand on her bandaged head and pressed so hard that Hazel yelled out. It seemed like her brain was going to explode.

"You're hurting me! Please!" She yelled, pain lingering in her voice as she pleaded for mercy.

Mr. and Mrs. Voldemort sat and stared with so much contempt in their hearts as they did nothing to stop their abusive son but rather enjoyed every bit of pain that was inflicted on their daughter-in-law. Mr. Voldemort had an unsettling shark smile on his face as he watched the horror unfold before him.

Liam pushed her further away from him, saying, "You truly want to die, don't you? You get on my nerves every single day!" His eyes flashed with wrath, and he glared at Hazel like a tiger who had discovered another predator in his territory. Poor Hazel couldn't help but cry out in misery.

Finally, Liam's father rose from his seat, approached Hazel, and grinned. "You are a shame to our family. Get up and return to your room," Mr. Voldemort commanded. Hazel dashed up the stairs and, as she entered her room, promptly locked the door. She sat on the floor and began to sob uncontrollably.

Liam bowed his head and told his father, "I will take care of everything today. I will not make any more mistakes." Chris Voldemort gave his child a blank expression before turning around and returning to the living room.

His wife, Clair, shivered with fright and had a terrified expression on her face as she watched her husband enter the living room. She turned to her kid, clasped his hands, and smiled. "Do not worry; everything will be alright.

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"Just take care of everything and make sure that pauper pays the price," she replied, referring to Hazel Freeman. Liam glanced at his mother with indifference and smiled back as he entered his room.

As Liam proceeded down the corridor, he heard Hazel sobbing loudly. He approached her door, slightly opened it, peered through it, and closed it almost instantly. He entered his room, grabbed his phone from the bed, and dialed a number. It rang three times before the individual answered.

"I'm terrified, Liam. I'm very worried," a female voice on the phone expressed worry and anxiousness.

"Calm down, Isabella. I've got an idea. You will not go to jail, I promise," Liam promised her.

"But I am terrified. I killed a human! I killed him," Isabella cried, her voice wavering.

"It was an accident, and you did not intend to do it. You were driving, and he appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road," Liam persuaded her, pacing up and down in the room, as if he was equally concerned but had to maintain a front.

Isabella became calm and replied, "Okay."

"I'll call you soon," he added before hanging up. He walked into his drawer, pulled out a brown package with some files inside, and stepped out of his room. He reached the entrance to Hazel's room and hammered on the door with vigor.

He examined the room and noticed Hazel sleeping on the bed. He slapped her on the buttocks so hard that she leaped up in alarm. She glanced at Liam, perplexed, as she had never expected to find him in her room.

Liam shoved the brown packet at her, requesting that she sign the agreements. "What is this?" Hazel questioned, her gaze fixed on the brown packet.

"Sign this. Those are the divorce papers," he stated.

"Huh? Who has the divorce papers? I do not understand," Hazel looked perplexed, unaware of what her husband had just said.

"We are getting a divorce, you dimwit!" Liam stormed out of the room, howling in disgust at her.

Hazel sat on her bed, confused, disturbed at the idea that the guy she loved had filed for divorce. She was overcome with feelings of betrayal, grief, and worry. The man she had thrown everything away for had filed for divorce, leaving her feeling as if she had lived her entire life in vain.