Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)

All the unanswered questions finally made sense. Only he could have planned for years, luring his own son into seeking revenge.

Only he could have so easily destroyed his son's wedding, turning Taylor's people against him.

And only he could have stayed by Amber's side for years, knowing about my reincarnation, using Wisteria as bait to lure me away, and deliberately diverting Carter.

When Taylor mentioned "that person" on the phone, he was referring to Dominic.

So, it wasn't a coincidence that I saw him in the basement last night. He must have done something to the Sanders. When I went there, those people weren't just asleep; they may have been drugged. They didn't show up this morning either. Hearing his words, I felt a little relieved. At least for Amber's sake, he wouldn't harm Carter.

If Carter was safe, that was enough.

I stared coldly into his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

"Naturally, I'm inviting you to watch a show. Come with me."

Whitney and I supported each other as we walked. Neither of us was wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the ground.

Whitney looked pitiful, still dragging the heavy, complicated wedding dress. The wedding dress, now wet, was even heavier.

I felt a pang of heartache and gently lifted the hem of her dress for her.

Compared to Whitney's anxiety and worry, I felt unnervingly calm.

Having analyzed the entire situation, I knew very well that neither Whitney nor I was going to die. That was enough for me.

As for the three members of the Sanders, sorry, that's their fate.

Zoey's words were indeed right. Once I stopped internalizing my struggles and stopped exhausting myself with them, everything in life became clear.

Dominic walked leisurely ahead, and in the depths of the dungeon, I heard a scream.

"Ah!"

It was Greg's voice.

Dominic paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Listen. What a beautiful sound."

Under their influence, I felt myself becoming more twisted. My first reaction to Greg's scream wasn't pity or sympathy. In fact, I found myself almost agreeing with him.

Indeed, it was quite beautiful.

I once saw a saying: No one can truly empathize with you unless they walk in your shoes, stand in your place, and think as you do. But when they finally walk that path, they'll realize just how hard it is.

They always talk about Wisteria's instigation, yet they've ignored my death. Did they ever think about whether I felt pain? Whether I felt sorrow?

Now, you'll get a taste of the terror of death firsthand.

Whitney quickly ran ahead, lifting her wedding dress.

I watched her back, my expression cold. Why was she running so fast? Ahead was a precipice.

I could almost guess Dominic's intention.

We won't die, but that doesn't mean he won't torment us, silly Whitney.

His gaze landed on my face. "What's wrong? Aren't you worried about your family?"

The more I worry, the more upset I get, the happier he will be.

I had nothing to hide. After all, I really couldn't worry.

"If your family is indifferent to your death, even speaking harshly to you multiple times, would you still consider them family? Honestly, while don't wish for them to they did, I would just go light some incense. The tears that should be shed have already dried up."

"You're different from what I imagined. Yael is completely captivated by you, saying you're a fairy. But in my eyes, you're just like me."

I sighed lightly "Can someone who's

been stained with blood still be

called a fairy? Mr. Carlyn, if the Sanders really harmed you, I've already paid with my life. My sister has a weak heart. I only ask that you show mercy and not be so cruel to her."

"Oh? You know what I want to do?"

"You didn't harm us, but you paid such a high price to bring us here. You want us to kill our own family with our own hands, right?" That's the ultimate revenge.

It would be easy for Dominic to kill them, but he didn't, clearly wanting to torture the Sanders members thoroughly.

"Girl, you're really smart. Yes, I want you to kill your loved ones with your own hands."

I looked at him calmly. "Mr. Carlyn, Whitney is different from me. Her memories of the Sanders are from the year when they loved her most. do this, she will be ruined..."

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I had finally given Whitney a bit of hope for this world. If she had to backstab her parents, she would go crazy!

"Although my useless son likes her, she's still tainted by the dirty blood of the Sanders. Only through the baptism of the Sanders' blood can she cleanse the sins on her."

I looked at Dominic's refined yet obsessive face, holding back the urge to curse.

Now, I had no choice but to endure the humiliation and bear the burden. As long as I could save Whitney, I would do anything.

"What you want to see is just the Sanders killing each other. Let Whitney go, and I'll take her place in killing the Sanders."

Even without Whitney, he would have forced me to do this today. Why make both of us stain our hands with blood? I'm the older sister. I should protect my younger sister.

Let me bear all the sins.

Even if it means going to hell, I don't care. I just want my sister to live a safe and peaceful life.

"You'll do it? Fine."

"Does this mean you'll spare my sister?"

He threw me a dagger. "As long as you can do it, I have no objections."

For Whitney, I would definitely be able to do it.

I silently told myself that Chloe was already dead, and even if there were repercussions, let them come to me.

By now, I could already hear Whitney's cries.

I grabbed the knife and rushed toward her. "Whitney!"

But as I reached the door, my expression changed drastically.novelbin

Because I saw Grandma!

How did these b*stards find Grandma?

I could disregard the entire Sanders, but I couldn't ignore Grandma, who loved and cared for me.

Dominic stood behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder, his voice like a devil's whisper, "Which one should you kill first? Oh right, let's start with that old lady.

"Go ahead, Chloe. Let me see your determination.

"Stab the dagger into her heart, and I'll spare your sister. How about it?"