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Chapter 7

Word Count: 918    |    Released on: 18/08/2025

snow. My body had

kled over Cole's phone.

emotionless. "She needs to keep kneeling until d

ocked me back to consciousnes

had not yet lightened. I had to hold on. I h

te room, Karma was weepi

impered. "But we can have a

se of vengeance. "You won' t have suffere

What' s the point? I have no st

that," he

de and hopeful. "Cole... when sh

nt for a be

. "Sir, she's passed out a

owed. He walked

hin layer of snow. My face was blue, my lips pu

ards. "Just make sure she doesn't di

d to be taught a lesson. He believed he was de

ack to Karma's room wi

he entered. "Cole, what

, distracted. "W

y our child at sea with her own hands. I want her to li

request, but he looked at her pale,

dle. Then I was being dragged, my feet

rn was pressed i

s bundled in a thick coat, looking pale and f

d when the shoreline

e of the deck. The yacht rocked, and I swa

isted joke. My life, a tragedy penned by a malicious fool. I wonder

good, doesn't it? To hold the

nore

the lid o

Karma slam

, tumbling into the waves

, making a show of tryi

d and pulled her b

eyes blazing. "You

ved more than life itself, and I sta

hter turning into a cough. "She's bee

my voice suddenly strong. "What

odies pressed together in a p

to get it back

d, shaking my he

mp in and find

ny flicker of the man I once knew. Ther

I said

out a moment's hesitation, I threw m

k, a final, brutal bapti

ief. He rushed to the railing, his han

it. He never thought

," Karma moaned, co

d, his gaze torn between me an

he yelled at the crew, his

g swimmer. She'll be fine," he muttered, more to himself than anyon

turned, sp

r. The cold was a comfort, a blanket

ea burial didn't matter

finall

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