A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Frushed

Tessa remained silent, refusing to even glance at Ronan. Her sole desire was for her shattered body to heal as quickly as possible.

Ronan’s smile faltered, the cracks beginning to show beneath his forced calm. Yet he stubbornly masked his frustration, speaking to her with an air of helplessness. “Still mad at your brother, huh?”

He paused, then continued, voice softer but firm. “I know what’s in your heart. Tessa. But I can’t do what you want.”

“You’re my flesh and blood. Everything I’ve done has been for you.”

For her?

A bitter, hollow laugh curled behind Tessa’s cracked lips. For her–meaning letting her suffer and swallow every injustice? For her–meaning allowing the real culprit to roam free?

Before she even awakened from that endless void, Riley was crushed beneath the weight of blame.

Now that she was awake, where was the justice? Where was Scarlett behind bars?

Was love–Ronan’s love–just another form of cruelty?

If she could move, she would have slapped him hard across the face.

At last, Tessa’s eyes snapped toward him–eyes ablaze with loathing and venomous hate.

She wanted to shout “Get lost!” but her body betrayed her; mute and motionless, she could only send her fury in a blazing glare.

Ronan, however, dismissed it as childish stubbornness. He reached out, brushing a pale strand of hair from her face, coaxing softly, “Tessa, please don’t be difficult.”

“You’re still too weak. Anger won’t help your body heal.”

Knowing full well she didn’t want to hear this, he pressed on regardless.

A surge of rage exploded in Tessa’s chest, scorching hot and wild.

Go away. Just go away!

Her mind screamed in torment.

She hated Ronan with every fiber of her being–for his blind loyalty, for his cold heart, for her own helplessness trapped in a broken body.

Her eyes burned with fury, as if willing to incinerate the brother who had betrayed her so completely.

Ronan’s gaze wavered under her hateful stare. Uneasy, he averted his eyes and busied himself with tidying the bedside table, muttering, “Once you’re stronger, I’ll send you abroad. The healing there will be better.”

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Chapter 112

Each word felt like a serrated fang digging into Tessa’s raw wounds.

Go abroad?

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