Chapter 5
Maverick’s voice was low and icy.
But hearing it made my heart ache with bitter hope.
With Maverick here, Derek wouldn’t dare hurt Bella easily, right?
But Derek was even more shameless than I’d imagined.
Without missing a beat, he turned to face Maverick with a smile.
“Paisley and I are trying for baby number two, so I picked up some liver and spinach to help boost her iron levels.”
Derek even invited Maverick inside.
“Uncle, you’ve been living next door for three years and never once visited my house.”
“I know you want to avoid any awkwardness because of Paisley’s old feelings for you.”
“She’s not here today–why not come in and grab a coffee?”
I looked at Maverick with heartbroken eyes.
After Bella was born three years ago, I never left this villa again.
Every time I got beaten, through countless nights I prayed that Maverick would suddenly appear to protect me, to save me.
But he was so close, yet couldn’t hear a single one of my prayers.
I guess he really did hate that I loved him.
So this time, hearing I wasn’t there, Maverick followed Derek inside.
He went with Derek into the living room.
“Most of our stuff’s packed up, but there’s some cold brew in the fridge.”
Derek opened the refrigerator, poured a cup and handed it to Maverick.
I drifted over to the fridge and saw the leftover strawberry cake inside.
“Strawberry cake?” Maverick saw it too.
Derek looked at the cake and explained calmly.
“Yeah, Paisley was craving it this morning but barely touched it,”
Even though I was dead, my throat felt like it was choking on that sickeningly sweet taste again.
The day my parents died in that car crash, they’d just bought me my favorite strawberry cake.
Their blood had stained the strawberry cake red.
Ever since then I’d been allergic to strawberry cake–one bite and I couldn’t breathe.
Derek didn’t believe it. Before he killed me today, he’d forced me to eat strawberry cake.
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Maverick lowered his eyes and sipped his coffee, his face calm, not suspicious of anything.
He seemed to have forgotten about my strawberry cake allergy too.
“Uncle, just sit here for a bit. I’m gonna run upstairs and grab a pillow.”
“We got pretty wild earlier and Paisley can’t sleep comfortably. She’s making me come back for her bunny pillow to support her back.”
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Derek spoke lewdly as he headed upstairs.
Maverick’s face darkened as he set down his cup.
I thought he was getting impatient to leave, but surprisingly he silently followed Derek upstairs.
of the bedroom
Derek came out of the bedroom with the bunny pillow and ran into Maverick just as he was closing the door.
Derek’s expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
“Uncle, what’re you doing up here?”
Maverick’s tone was flat, impossible to read. “You were taking a while.”
Derek smiled, speaking nostalgically. “Paisley and I have so many intimate memories here. It’s hard to let go after moving out.”
Derek was getting nervous. He was afraid Maverick would push open the door, afraid Maverick would see the whips and chains inside.
He deliberately brought up sexual stuff to disgust Maverick.
Sure enough, Maverick suggested leaving.
Derek walked Maverick all the way out to the villa gate.
Only after watching Maverick enter the neighboring villa did he lock up everything.
Soon, Derek was back in the basement.
He approached the child lying on the ground with barely any breath left, his face full of malice.
“Baby girl, blame Maverick for this. If he hadn’t suddenly wanted to find Paisley Morrison…”
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“How could Daddy really hurt you?”
Derek muttered under his breath, his eyes dark.
I was frantic, screaming and throwing punches at Derek, charging and grabbing at him.
But Derek had already crouched down in front of my daughter.
He scooped the unconscious child into his arms and held her still.
“Daddy brought you something special.”
“You’ve been wanting Mommy, right? After you drink this medicine, you can go see your mommy.”
With that, he reached into his bag and pulled out my daughter’s sippy cup.
Inside was murky liquid with dissolved pill powder.
He gripped my daughter’s chin with his hand and brought the bottle close.
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“NO! Derek! How can you do this! She’s your daughter too!”
I threw myself at him desperately.
Bzzzz-
Just then, Derek’s phone started buzzing like crazy.
And at the same time, police sirens wailed from outside the villa!
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