A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge (Riley) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Carmen stepped back instinctively, moving to stand protectively behind Riley.

“I don’t like eggs,” she said calmly, her voice flat.

Based on the past, Carmen knew Riley would usually respond gently–perhaps ask what she’d prefer to eat instead.

But Riley only said, “They’re in the fridge.”

A short answer. But it landed like a stone in Carmen’s heart.

Finished

There was no warmth in it–only detachment. And it confirmed Carmen’s deepest suspicion: Riley couldn’t hear her. She hadn’t truly responded–she had read her lips.

Her hearing was gone.

Carmen’s chest tightened with a surge of pain. If Riley had lost her hearing, it must’ve happened in prison… and Carmen couldn’t imagine what kind of hell she must have endured inside.

Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. Rage boiled in her blood like wildfire.

Those who had hurt Riley—Kael Vale, Maddox, the rest of the Ebonclaw Pack—they didn’t deserve mercy. They deserved to

burn.

Still holding her fury beneath the surface, Carmen moved to the fridge, retrieved some eggs, and set to work. The skillet hissed and crackled as the eggs hit the pan, releasing a rich aroma that soon filled the air.

Behind her, Riley carefully ladled thick, fragrant congee into a ceramic bowl. Her steps were quiet, but Carmen noticed the limp–Riley’s gait was uneven, each movement a subtle wince.

It was like watching someone tread barefoot over broken glass. Every step made Carmen’s chest ache deeper.

Then-

A shriek shattered the quiet. “You filthy bitch! What are you doing here?!”

The next instant, the ceramic bowl slipped from Riley’s hands, crashing to the floor in a splatter of hot porridge and shards.

Riley gasped, stumbling back.

Carmen rushed from the kitchen, eggs still in hand, and what she saw ignited her fury.

A heavily made–up woman–her face twisted in hatred–was lunging toward Riley with her hand raised.

The porridge had splashed across Riley’s wrist, leaving red scald marks. The pain etched across her face broke something in

Carmen.

And then–she snapped.

Carmen launched forward with speed only a she–wolf could possess. With the sizzling egg still hot from the pan, she slammed it against the woman’s powdered face.

A scream tore from the woman’s throat–shrill, feral, filled with disbelief.

Boiling yolk and oil dripped down her cheeks, melting her makeup into grotesque smears.

The woman staggered back, clawing at her face. Carmen didn’t stop. She surged forward, grabbed a fistful of dyed hair, and drove her knee into the woman’s ribs with deadly precision.

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