Chapter 159

[Evelyn’s POV]

I didn’t give Samantha a chance to respond to my question before I acted.

Just the mere sight of that bitch having the gall to cackle and smile in front of me was enough to set me off. My hands had been itching to tear her to shreds the moment I set my eyes on her.

I was thankful my wrist had already healed, otherwise my reflexes wouldn't have been that quick. Before Samantah, or anyone else, had a chance to stop me, I had snatched my hand out and grabbed her by the throat.

“Ahh!”

Her scream was short-lived when I backed her into the nearest wall and practically slammed her against it. I heard all the air knock from her lungs as she groaned in pain. At first, she tried to fight back but immediately stopped as I tightened my hold on her.

The only thing she could focus on now was managing to take in enough air to fill her lungs.

“Oh my God, Evelyn!” Liam shouted. He attempted to move but was held back by Oliver. “What the hell are you—”

“Shut up!” I yelled back. My mouth curled into a vicious sneer. “You have no idea what she’s done. Not a single clue of the evil, despicable things she’s been a part of.”

“Then tell me,” he demanded. “What happened to you?”

Samantha tried to claw her way out of the intense death grip that I had on her neck. It was no use. I had enough anger to keep her firmly locked in place for at least an hour.

“All I intended to do was talk to Isabella. She’s done nothing but try to ruin and sabotage my marriage since it started. Petty bitch that she is was mad to discover that I had somehow flourished in my match while her precious little Samantha was suffering,” I grated out.

A devious smile sneaked across my lips.

“Tell me, Liam, what's it like having Samantha for a Luna?” I asked knowingly.

Liam barely had the ability to look me in the eyes as he struggled to find the words.

“It’s...Not what I was hoping for...”

“Bastard,” Samantha choked out.

“I can’t believe there was a time in my life when I actually felt sorry for you and your situation,” I said to him. “But then, I realized that it was just karma coming around to bite you in the ass.”

Alexander bore a confused look as he exchanged glances between Liam and me.

“My intent was to tell Isabella to stay away and, of course, this one decides to turn up,” I said, gesturing toward Samantha. “The two of them did nothing but try to shame my marriage to Alexander, claiming that I’m nothing but a problem for everyone. As I turned to leave, someone had taken a book to the back of my head.”

I let the tips of my nails dig harshly into Samantha’s skin, causing her to yelp.

“Ow! I-It was m-mother!”

“Oh, I had a feeling,” I tsked. “You’re not someone who makes their own decisions, much less possesses a mind of your own. You do everything Isabella tells you to.”

“What happened then?” Liam asked tentatively.

“I’m assuming the two of them dragged my unconscious body through the hidden door in the living room. When I woke up, I was strapped down to a metal table. Isabella proceeded to punch and slap me around while Samantha stood there and goaded her mother on,” I explained. “But you know, I was quick to realize that wasn’t the worst of it all.”

I noticed the distinct shade of red on Samantha’s face was beginning to turn. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were wild and frantic. She wasn’t getting enough air. The longer I kept her like this, the higher her chances were of losing consciousness.

“Careful, Samantha,” I hummed. “You’re on the verge of falling unconscious. What do you think is going to happen if you do? Hm?”

A flash of fear raced across her eyes.

“Evelyn,” Liam grimaced. “Finish the story.”

“Isabella must have called Fiona to let her know of the whole development. Fiona is another nuisance who has it out for me. It shouldn’t have shocked me that she ended up being a part of it. Although, I wasn’t anticipating that she would use a blade on me.”

Liam’s expression fell to shock. All three men turned their heads to glare at Samantha.

“L-Let me go!” she stuttered. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored. “P-Please.”

All I could manage to do was laugh.

“I begged too, Samantha. And you let those bitches carve me up. You left me there to die on that table. I could feel the life draining out of me with every passing second.”

All those years of pushing down my feelings of pain and hurt were fighting to make their way to the surface.

“Why should I let you go? Huh? So you can run back to your evil mother and cry to her that your plan to kill me failed?”

Samantha spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna kill me then? Is that it?”

A horrible feeling of Déjà vu came over me. Visions of Fiona dangling that sharp blade over my face flashed through my mind, making me wince.

Clearly, those memories won’t be buried for a long time.

“No,” I snarled. “Why kill you when I easily torture you instead?”

My attention was caught on one of the picture frames that was hanging above her head. Without so much as a second thought, I curled my other hand into a tight fist and smashed it into the glass frame.

Samantha let out another frightful scream while the rest of the room broke out into gasps and murmurs.

“Evelyn!” Alexander admonished.

I ignored him and reached for the largest shard I could get my hands on. It certainly wasn’t anything close to the blade that Fiona had used.

Hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

I brought the broken shard close to Samantha’s face.

“Tell us where Isabella and Fiona are,” I said calmly. “Or I’m going to carve the word ‘ugly’ into your face.”

Whatever air Samantha had been harboring in her chest had instantly deflated.

“I don’t know where she is!”

“I don’t believe you. And I’ve run out of patience.”

Just as I was about to bring the sharpest end of the glass piece to her face, I was stopped. A large hand curled around my wrist and forcibly pulled my arm back. A violent snarl tore my throat.

“Evelyn,” Alexander spoke softly. “Let it go.”

“No! She deserves to know what it feels like to hurt the way I do,” I bit out angrily. “She just stood there and watched them.”

“I know,” he acknowledged.

“No, you don’t,” I hissed back. I glared into the depths of my Stepsister’s eyes. “You wanted to make me as ugly as my husband, isn’t that what you said? Well, I think I’ve earned the right to return the favor.”

Alexander kept his hold on me and refused to let go.

“Doing this to Samantha isn’t going to change anything,” he reasoned. “This isn’t who you are—”

“Maybe you don’t know who I am.”