Chapter 28 Marcus Was Terrified.
Chapter 28 Marcus Was Terrified
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“Bury yourself with her? Haha! Don’t sully Maddy’s path to reincarnation, Rosalie said weakly, struggling to stand up. “Marcus, you will regret this when you finally see the true face of the woman in your arms,”
I stood behind Rosalie, my voice hoarse as I spoke. “Marcus, those who betray genuine love are destined to suffer consequences.
Marcus averted his gaze, his eyes flickering. He said, “You’ll know the truth at my wedding the day after tomorrow.”
He was still so stubborn, believing I wasn’t dead.
Leaving the police station, Marcus let go of Bella’s hand, looking somewhat despondent.
“Marcus..” Bella noticed his mood. She anxiously supported him, nearly causing him to bump into the iron gate.
Marcus waved her off and said, “Tm fine.”
“Marcus, do you think… could something have really happened to Maddy?” Bella asked softly, testing the waters.
I didn’t know why I followed them out–maybe because I wanted to tear these two in pieces.
“No!” Marcus suddenly lost control and yelled at Bella. “She’s not dead!”
Bella was startled; her face paled.
Marcus regained his composure. He rubbed the center of his brows and said, Tm sorry. Bella, you should go back. I have some matters to attend to.”
Bella’s eyes welled up with tears, and she asked, “You have feelings for her, right?”
“Marcus, be clear with me,” Bella cried as she chased after him. “You said you only see Madeline as a sister. What are you afraid of? If she’s dead, wouldn’t that be perfect? She’d never bother us again.”
Marcus abruptly stopped. He looked over his shoulder and frowned at Bella. He insisted, “She’s not dead! She will show up at our wedding the day after tomorrow,”
“What if she doesn’t come?” Bella asked guiltily.
“No! She’ll come”
Marcus seemed possessed, repeatedly insisting that I would appear.
1 scoffed coldly at Marcus, thinking he must be suspecting that I was dead too.
What kind of maniac would pull out all ten of their fingernails and place them on someone else’s body?
Marcus knew I’d scream at the sight of bugs, let alone commit murder.
He couldn’t be delusional enough to think I was the serial killer.
Marcus sent Bella back with the driver. Then he walked alone down the nighttime streets.
I followed behind him, mocking him silently.
I’m dead. Shouldn’t you feel relieved? My voice was hoarse, and I knew Marcus couldn’t hear me.
However, he abruptly stopped and turned around. Following that, he dejectedly turned back, weakly rubbing his forehead
He took out his phone and opened the WhatsApp chat page
For the first time, I saw Marcus’s phone, and he had my WhatsApp pinned at the top. How absurd?
Was he afraid he couldn’t find ine quickly enough to bully me?
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Chapter 28 Marcus Was Terrified.
Or did he want to humiliate me as fast as possible?
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“Madeline, you’ve won!” Marcus’s voice was hoarse as he sent a message. “Come back. If you come back, I’ll call off the wedding with Bella”
He leaned against the wall, looking as if he were begging or feeling regret.
Maybe those fingernails really scared him.
looked at Marcus mockingly, standing right in front of him. “When I loved you, you pushed me into the abyss. Marcus, killed me.”
Marcus kept sending messages, but I would never reply.
Marcus, I’m dead.
No one can save me now.
Now, the despair was nothing compared to when I was alive,
I still remember the day Marcus found out I liked him. His gaze was filled with disgust.
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“I think of you as a sister. My family has taken care of you, and you harbour such filthy thoughts?” He tore up my love letter, looking at me with reproach. “Focus on your studies. Don’t let me catch you in a relationship before you get into college.”
Back then, Marcus’s gaze was truly despair–inducing.
What Marcus didn’t know was that when he tore up my love letter, I had already given up on him.
He was the one who kept holding a grudge over what happened back then and refused to let me go.
Whenever I grew close to other boys, he would humiliate me. If a boy confessed to me, he would slander me.
For a long time, I doubted myself, wondering if it was really that terrible for him to hate me so much.
“Madeline, where the hell are you?” Marcus was now frustrated and angry. He yelled into the night, “You’ve won, alright? Madeline, you’ve won! You’ve managed to scare me. Come back! Come back!”
Marcus crouched on the ground, repeatedly sending messages, begging me to return.
I looked at his pathetic state and suddenly found it amusing.
What was this? Fear?
What’s the point of doing all this now?
I suddenly felt expectant and eager for the day when Marcus discovered my corpse would arrive.
And eagerly anticipated the day Marcus discovered that Bella was the cause of my death. I longed to see his expression.
Moreover, I also look forward for Marcus to know the whole truth–that–I never pushed Bella down the stairs, and that I never harmed anyone. Instead, they were the ones who bullied me behind the scenes.
