She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 764

Hank had kidnapped a young guy from Engloria and dragged him all the way to Mexistar.

Shortly after Loyce arrived back at the estate, she spent a few minutes chatting with Lucian in his room before hearing the frantic, hysterical screams of a boy begging for his life outside.

Stepping out, she saw the boy on his knees, a gun pressed to his head. A dark stain spread across his jeans—he had wet himself in pure terror.

Before she could even speak, one of the mafia enforcers pulled the trigger. The bullet tore into the boy's leg. He passed out instantly from the pain.

Loyce frowned, stepping forward. "Enough."

At that moment, a black armored SUV pulled up. The doors flew open, and a tear-streaked Giselle stumbled out. Seeing the boy lying in a pool of blood, she lost it, thrashing and screaming as she clawed at the ruthless man beside her.

"Hank Lonsdale! You're a psycho! You're completely out of your mind! Why would you kill someone? Why?!"

Hank effortlessly caught her wrists with one hand, neutralizing her frantic struggling. His dark eyes were terrifyingly cold.

He didn't loosen his grip. "You should be asking him why he dared to touch my woman!" His jealousy and fury were practically spilling over. "You refuse to make up with me, you insist on breaking up no matter what I say, all for this useless piece of garbage? I could crush him without breaking a sweat."

Giselle had always known the Lonsdales were absurdly wealthy and powerful, and that Hank had a bad temper. But right now, he wasn't just being difficult; he was acting like an irrational, bloodthirsty monster. He had absolutely zero regard for human life!

"He's just my classmate!" she screamed, sobbing. "I already told you, it was just an excuse to get you to leave me alone! Can't you be reasonable?! You psycho! Murderer! I hate you!"

"You hate me?" Hank yanked her flush against his chest, their noses practically touching. His voice dropped to a dangerous, lethal whisper. "Hate me, fear me, I don't care. You're never escaping me, and you're never having another man. You are mine, do you understand? From head to toe, inside and out, you belong to me!"

It was the ultimate, tyrannical declaration. In his twisted, blood-soaked underworld where lives were cheap, falling in love meant claiming someone as his absolute property. Any perceived intrusion meant an immediate, violent cleansing.

He didn't understand normal relationship dynamics. To him, those things were just a garnish. He only knew that whatever belonged to him couldn't be touched by anyone else—and if they tried, they paid the price.

Loyce watched the scene with a heavy frown. She knew her brother's role as the head of a syndicate forged this extreme possessiveness, but this was no way to handle a relationship. He was only pushing the person he cared about further away.

"Hank," Loyce stepped forward, calmly gripping his wrist. "Let her go. You're hurting her."

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