Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 97

For a long time afterward, the image of Lucifer being strangled by the murderer wouldn't leave Andres's mind.

It lodged in him like a splinter he couldn't dig out, turning into a private demon that waited for him every time the lights went out.

He hunted them down anyway.

In less than a month, Andres found every last one of them and wiped them out.

The head of the White family never saw it coming—the pampered youngest brother, the one raised like a delicate heirloom at their father's side, had teeth.

By the time the dust settled, the family's world had collapsed: the wife fled, three sons ruined—one vanished, one dead, one left brain-dead in a hospital bed.

Colter, once the most promising candidate to inherit, made one fatal mistake under the family's rules and paid for it with his mobility. His tendons were cut. He was left crippled.

No one knew Andres had orchestrated it.

After all, he'd been just a teenager.

But once blood gets on your hands, it doesn't really wash off.

Night after night, Andres kept having the same dream.

He stood at the edge of a cliff. Behind him, a drop into nothing.

In front of him were the people who shared his blood—his brother and sister—forcing him backward with smiles that didn't reach their eyes.

Every time, the dream ended the same way: he fell.

He always woke up right before he hit.

After he took over as head of the family, the dreams stopped.

Until now.

The scene returned in fragments, chaos, darkness, the cliff's edge beneath his feet.

His siblings wanted him dead. Only if he died could they carve up what he'd built and feed on what he left behind.

With nowhere else to go, Andres leaned back and let himself fall, bracing for the familiar despair.

Then an arm caught him.

It yanked him out of the void.

The background was too dark to see who it was, but a voice cut through, low and fierce at his ear.

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