Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 1233

Chapter 1233: Like the trash they were
Villains were not born, they said. They were created. But in this case, perhaps… this was not how villains were made. Maybe they had always been born like this.

Nina only stopped her ruthless actions when she got tired of it. She had been stabbing her husband for an hour continuously. Even when his grunting and his frail, desperate attempts to save his life — crawling away from her despite being under the influence of whatever Nina had put in his meal—had stopped, she continued.

Clang…

The sound of the knife falling to the floor rang softly in her ears, her shaky eyes gazing at the bloody scene beneath her. Jonathan was lying on his stomach, blood spreading underneath him. Slowly, Nina raised her bloody hands and looked at them.

“No,” she breathed, jolting away from him and falling to the floor. Her eyes dilated as she crawled away, her gaze taking in the bloody scene around her. “No.”

A tear rolled down her cheek as her entire body shook. Her pale face turned even more ashen beneath the splashes of blood on her face and body. Covering her mouth to muffle a scream, her mind finally cleared from the gruesome action she had just committed.

Blinded by rage, Nina had killed her husband.

This marriage might not have been founded on love, but on greed, but she had never expected it to turn out like this.

Looking back, Nina had only married him because he was a Pierson. All her life, she had been trying to ensure the Bennets wouldn’t throw her out. It was the reason she had done everything she could to outshine Penny, but Penny was naturally smart and kind. No matter how hard Nina studied as a child, Penny would still get better grades. And because of her sweet and compassionate nature, people were drawn to her.

Therefore, Nina resorted to framing Penny and dragging her down, painting a reputation that nothing Penny did could change. It worked because people started shunning her. Even so, Nina knew she couldn’t be complacent—she would never be complacent. Not even for a second.

At the end of the day, Nina was not Charles and Allison Bennet’s child. She was not a Bennet, no matter how hard she tried to be one. That fact alone had never given Nina any peace. Hence, she saw the Pierson family as her way out.

Who would have thought the Piersons weren’t a way out, but karma clad as an exit gate?

Muffled sniffles echoed in the room as Nina curled into the corner. Her husband’s body lay lifeless in the middle, the scent of his blood clinging to the walls, the floor, the sheets, her body, and everywhere.

The scent clung to everything, reminding her of what she had done.

Did she feel sorry? No.

Nina didn’t feel any particular way about Jonathan, but for someone who had committed such a horrific crime, she was scared. Very scared. Not of what she had done, though—but of what would come next.

Seconds, minutes, and hours passed with Nina still huddled in the corner. She hugged her knees, her face buried in them. Her muffled cries still rang across the room. And as she sat there, she knew someone was watching her—watching in silence.

She didn’t know for how long, but she knew he was there.

Jonathan might’ve known who had plunged a knife into him a hundred times before he flatlined. However, the problem with him dying was that he could never know what happened next.

He would never know there was more to this than Nina ending his life out of revenge.

Standing by the door of the master bedroom was a tall figure. His shadow stretched across the large room, his dark eyes fixed on the figure lying lifeless in a pool of blood. Slowly, his gaze shifted to Nina in the corner.

He didn’t say a word.

All he did was stand there by the door, watching her.

“Hic!” The blood on her nails had dried as she clasped her shoulders tightly.

“You must’ve hated him. This is a lot of pent-up anger.”

After a long silence, a man’s hauntingly calm voice caressed her ears. The second his voice reached her, her shoulders stiffened. Light footsteps echoed in her ears, growing closer and closer until they stopped.

Taking a large gulp, Nina slowly raised her head to meet those familiar dark eyes.

Zoren.

Her lips quivered as they parted, but no words came out. In the end, she pressed her lips into a thin line as a whimper escaped her. A tear rolled down her blood-stained cheek as he brushed it away with the back of his hand. Even though he was wearing black leather gloves, she could feel his coldness within.

When his eyes met hers again, his low baritone reached her ears. “Good work, Nina Reed. Stabbing him so many times his arm almost fell off has probably given you enough peace.” He then pulled out a pistol from his coat, took her arm, and wrapped her fingers around it.

A subtle smile appeared on his face, and he nodded at her encouragingly.

“There’s… no way out for you, but this,” he uttered quietly. “Do it. Save yourself from more heartache. It’s been a tiring journey, hasn’t it? Time for you to rest and join your husband in hell.”

Tears blurred her vision as she gripped the pistol between their hands. Another whimper escaped her as she shook her head, crying. But Zoren’s eyelids only drooped, staring at her with no remorse or sympathy.

After another moment, he slowly released his hold on the pistol and her hands. She kept it to herself. Standing before her, a glint flickered across his eyes before he turned and walked away as quietly as he had come.

As Zoren closed the door behind him, he glanced at the figure standing in the corner. There, standing calmly, was Jonathan’s secretary.

“Good work,” said Zoren before he turned and walked away.

The assistant lowered her head without a word, following Zoren closely behind. But after they took a few steps, they heard a loud bang from inside the master bedroom. Both of them stopped, and Jonathan’s assistant gazed at Zoren’s back.

Zoren, on the other hand, glanced over his shoulder but didn’t react. “No one needs to know they’re gone. Dispose of their bodies… like the trash they were.”

“Yes, sir.”