Ruthless

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Feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, I swiftly averted my gaze. My heart is pounding, and I can already sense it will take an eternity for it to return to its regular rhythm.

Neither Adam nor I reacted to her remark. She's far too ecstatic to be offended by our lack of enthusiastic response.

After a brief moment, her radiant smile vanishes, and the laughter lines around her eyes soften into a focused, composed gaze as her expression shifts to serious. She then turns to look at Gray, who is standing a few feet behind her.

"Clear the bodies and tidy up the room," she orders.

Gary simply nods, obedient as a dog. Allison then directs her attention to Jason, who still grips the knife smeared with Kelly's blood.

Instantly, an intense anger engulfed me, to the point where I could plunge the same knife deep into his neck without an ounce of remorse.

The fury that overtakes me quickly morphs into worry as thoughts of Kelly flood my mind. I hope she's alright. Even though Allison has assured me that Kelly will be fine, I find it hard to trust her. She might just be saying it to manipulate my cooperation.

What if...? No,,,, be positive faith.

"I want everything ready within an hour. My Adam is finally getting married," Allison states with the same seriousness she displayed towards Gary.

What on earth is she talking about? Marriage? In an hour.

When I agreed to the marriage, I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I thought I would have some time to escape from here. This isn't good. I am doomed unless a significant miracle happens to get me out of this mess..

Before Jason could react, the old man's voice cut through the tense atmosphere once again, commanding attention with a sharp "Wait."

His eyes blazed with an inscrutable fury, narrowed to thin slits that radiated an icy intensity.

Unease began to grip me, causing my palms to grow clammy. My pulse quickened even further, a portent of the impending turmoil. I had never anticipated facing such a catastrophe in my lifetime.

"Is something the matter?" Allison's question.

Deep furrows appeared on Allison's forehead, lending an air of uncertainty. Each time the old man spoke, Allison's posture stiffened, as though she were sculpted from stone.

"It appears you all have forgotten she's a city girl," the old man interjected, his tone laced with disdain.

I failed to grasp the relevance of my urban upbringing in this context.

"I don't understand what you mean?" she mustered the courage to speak up.

I couldn't help but notice another detail about Allison: her voice assumed a soft, deferential tone every time she conversed with her elderly husband. Though she naturally possessed a gentle, velvety voice, it took on an even silkier quality in these moments.

"I'm sure she's had her fair share," the old man sneered. "These city girls, from the age of thirteen or fourteen, flit from one dick to another. She cannot marry Adam if she's not a virgin." His jaw clenched and unclenched with each word.

Disgust twisted my features at his words. I longed to retort, to question how many women his own grandson had bedded. The hypocrisy of some men never failed to repulse and confound me.

May this man find his place in hell, I silently wished.

"I will not allow a whore to bear us an heir," he declared, his voice unwavering in its resolve.