Choose Her, Forfeit Me and All You Have

Chapter 4

Liora had assumed Killian would stay by Lila's side, but that night, he called her out.

The location was the hotel where they had spent their first night together.

Even the room number was the same.

If this was the end, she would end it with dignity.

There were things that needed to be said.

She didn't refuse. She even dressed with care.

When she opened the door, Killian was already there.

He handed her a glass of red wine.

"Liora, do you remember how we first met?" he asked, a trace of nostalgia in his voice. "Back then, I never imagined you'd become my wife."

Liora froze.

Did he remember?

She took a sip and smiled faintly.

"Of course. My eighteenth birthday. Someone drugged me. I stumbled into your room and woke up in your bed. I said I'd take responsibility. I never thought I'd end up being the burden instead."

Her voice faltered.

A wave of dizziness hit her.

Killian caught her, pulling her into his arms. His voice was soft, almost tender.

"Back then, I hadn't fallen for Lila yet. Marrying you seemed… nice. But then I fell in love with her. Because of our marriage, I had to leave her. I tried to forget her, Liora. I really did."

His tone shifted, turning sharp and unstable.

"When she finally came back—when she was carrying my child—I thought I had a second chance. But you ruined everything! You vicious woman! We lost our child because of you!"

He gripped her jaw tightly, laughing.

"Liora, you should pay for what you've done. You'll give Lila a child to make up for it. Be a good substitute."

The wine had been drugged.

As his accusations crashed over her, Liora dug her nails into her thighs, drawing blood, but she felt nothing.

"Killian," she choked, tears spilling, "you're insane."

There was no reply.

Several men suddenly rushed in.

The man she had loved for over a decade locked the door behind them.

Rough hands tore at her clothes.

Humiliation burned through her as she struggled desperately, but it was useless.

"I'll drag you to hell with me, Killian!" she screamed.

Her voice broke into sobs.

Just as the men were about to violate her, the door burst open.

Killian stormed in, eyes bloodshot.

"Take them all out," he roared. "Castrate them and feed them to the dogs!"

His bodyguards dragged the men away.

When his gaze fell on her disheveled state, something dark flickered in his eyes.

Without a word, he pushed her down, his weight pinning her.

No tenderness. No hesitation.

Only raw, forceful desire.

Humiliation surged through Liora as he forced her legs apart.

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the fruit knife from her bag and drove it toward his chest.

A muffled grunt escaped him as pain twisted his expression. He stared at her in disbelief.

After a long moment, he spoke.

"You just tried to kill me?"

She kicked him away and walked toward the door without hesitation.

"To deal with a monster, you become one," she said coldly. "You made me this way, Killian."