Free Web NovelChapter 312: The Final Confrontation
His crooked smile changed into a challenge as he spoke through the blinding pain.
"It’s because you don’t have what it takes to take a life. That’s my forte."
Skyla shook her head with a cynical scoff. This man didn’t know when to give up.
"You underestimate me. I am not the person you manipulated and abused for years."
He dragged his eyes along the length of her body, it was fuller now. She hadn’t yet shed all the weight she had gained during pregnancy. She had given birth and survived that push he had given her. Seemed like her child had survived as well or she wouldn’t be this calm.
"I can see that," he answered rather placidly.
"Madame Maven passed away. I am just returning from her grave. She was innocent. So was my child. Don’t you feel any remorse for your actions," she asked in annoyance but kept her face neutral. Seeing how calm he was still in this condition she didn’t want him to crawl under her skin.
Doran, on the other hand, had lost the will to live. He knew Zyair would never let him walk out of here alive and all that torture was taking its toll on him. Kail had been doing a number on him. His systems were slowly shutting down, there was internal bleeding from the punches he had been giving him daily.
"I was innocent too, it didn’t stop that bitch. The only remorse I ever felt was after hurting you. My heart would always be burdened with guilt. But other than that,,,, no. I don’t feel anything for anyone."
"Bullshit! Why continue?" Skyla asked in agitation. Seeing the caked blood on his face and his swallowed fingers was unsettling but she kept standing her ground.
"I couldn’t, too broken. I thought I could heal with you but guess that was not meant to be. People like us can’t heal — you think Zyair won’t hurt you? You are a fool." He let out a horrid laugh. Skyla had to jeer in return, she informed him.
"You don’t know Zyair. Not everyone is an egoistic sadist like you."
Well, I tried to kill him too but he is a lucky bastard." Doran shook his head, if only he had succeeded then she would have been his by now.
Anger surged through her like a hurricane as she exploded at him, pointing an accusing finger. freewēbnoveℓ.com
"I knew it was you behind that attack, should have gotten rid of you a long time ago. Maybe we would have found our peace sooner."
Doran woundedly smiled through the pain at her words.
"You always wanted happiness and love. Something I couldn’t provide you. That part of me was replaced by darkness and demons. The ones I tried to keep away from you but at times failed. But I did love you, Skyla. In my own twisted psychotic way and you don’t know the amount of self control I practised to not hurt you."
Her memories were hurled back to an incident from the time they were married.
Doran had come home late one night. She could smell a sharp tang of alcohol on his breath as he had stumbled inside their room and she had caught him before he face-planted himself on the floor.
"You are drunk, let me get you to bed." Skyla had guided him to his bed where he had collapsed like a house of cards. She had gotten rid of his shoes, socks and shirt so he could be comfortable. These were still the initial years of their marriage.
Before she could move away to head over to sleep on that wretched blue divan, he had caught her wrist and pulled her over himself.
"Stay with me," he had requested in that drunken state.
His usually emotionless and cold eyes held traces of warmth that time. The ones she had rarely glimpsed for he preferred to keep them like blank slate. There was this vulnerability in them and she couldn’t refuse.
He had kissed her so thoroughly that night, keeping her in his arms as if she was so valuable to him. He had passed out soon after. But every time she would make an attempt to flee, his arms would tighten around her, keeping her there.
The foretaste of such rare affections was always bitter. He would turn distant and cold soon after as if possessed by some demon of hatred.
Hearing his words now she knew he had been broken beyond repair. No amount of love could bring him back and she and her family would never be safe from him. He will never stop hunting her and anyone in the path will become collateral damage.
"You know after everything, I forgave you. Brushing aside those painful nine years as a bad memory. But you came for my husband, the woman I admired and my child. For that I can never forgive you." She vehemently shook her head. Her braid swayed behind her, kissing her back.
"That’s true, Skyla. I don’t care for that freak of yours nor your child. I only care about you. But this lifetime, I have lost you. Let’s be born again and be mine. Maybe gods will be in my favour next time and I won’t be born such a wretched man. So what do you say, wifey? Will you be mine in the next lifetime?" The pain in his hands was becoming unbearable but it was nothing compared to one in his chest. Zyair had broken every bone staying true to his words and his heart was already in pieces at least what existed of it.
"I am not yours Doran. Not in this lifetime or many others to come. Zyair is the only man I belong to," she answered with a resolve. Not giving into his twisted ideas. She was done with him in all lifetimes.
"What’s it about him? I never understood, though. Why did he fall for you when you were married?" Doran asked, his eyes staying on her beautiful face.
He wasn’t privy to what was sacred between her and Zyair. Not that his darkened mind would understand.
"Doesn’t concern you."
He sighed so painfully at her words. She thought she was so tough now but she was still innocent. The woman with emeralds for her eyes hadn’t even tried to slap him as he had expected. She found him too revolting now.
"Then, I guess we have reached the end of our line, Skyla. If you are here looking for an apology then — I don’t have any. I do have regret though of not having sex with you. But the thought of tainting you always held me back. Go — you are free now, live your life. One final gift from me to you before you leave..."
