Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

"I would never burn those—"
A flicker of doubt crossed Kieran's eyes.
Camille picked up a candle from my room, her eyes red and swollen:
"She started the fire with this! You wanna burn someone? Burn me! Miles didn't do anything wrong—how could you hurt a five-year-old?"
Mom absolutely lost it: "Victoria! I will NOT let anyone hurt my family! Are we clear?"
Kieran stared at me like I was garbage:
"You're exactly like your piece-of-shit father! Nothing but lies—trashy, stupid, and sick!"
"Apologize to Miles! Now!"
Seeing the hatred in his eyes, all my words just died.
In seven years, Camille had set me up hundreds of times. They never once took my side.
Not fucking once.
Something inside me completely collapsed.
When everything finally snapped, I used every ounce of strength I had left and lunged forward.
Kieran jumped in front of Camille and Miles, shocked:
"Victoria? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
Miles crouched down with the same malicious look as his mother, but his voice trembled:
"I'm sorry, Aunt Victoria! Please don't hurt me!"
I saw the duct tape sticking out of his pocket—suddenly I knew exactly who had killed Coco.
The rage inside me came alive in an instant, I grabbed his throat with both hands.
Squeezed harder.
And harder.
Suddenly everyone was grabbing at me, trying to pull me off.
Just as I was about to tumble down the stairs, Kieran threw himself forward.
Just like on that rooftop seven years ago, he caught me tight.
His voice was shaking: "Victoria..."
Pain shot through my arms and stomach so bad my teeth were chattering. I had no strength left.
But I just stared at those familiar hands holding me.
Right before I blacked out, all I wanted was to pry them off me.
One finger at a time.
That stubborn, fake tenderness made me fucking sick.
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I did was text back the man who'd been waiting for me for ten years:
"I'll marry you. But Grandpa Howard always said my husband becomes the next Howard heir. You'll have to leave the mafia forever."
He texted back instantly: "For you? I'd do anything!"
Seeing all those excited emoji, I couldn't help but smile a little.
Kieran suddenly leaned over. "What's so interesting?"
I quickly locked my phone. "Nothing."
Kieran's face went dark.
Because before, I used to share everything with him.
Even tiny things—pretty sunrises, flowers on the sidewalk—I'd take photos and send it all his way.
But his replies were always so half-assed.
I used to think that's just how guys were. All business, no feelings.
Untile Camille showed me her Instagram—even on a stupid photo of ginger tea, Kieran had written essays:
"Your cycle isn't for another week—you getting sick? Stay put, I'm bringing you medicine right now"
I actually laughed out loud.
He was only cold to those he didn't give a shit about, like me.
Right when things got awkward, voices started coming from the hallway.
"Miles screwed up with the cat thing. I'm here to make it right."
I looked up and saw Camille had brought our old art school classmates.
Kieran always played Mr. Perfect in front of others. He put on this big smile:
"Camille said pregnancy is this beautiful moment worth capturing. She went through hell back then and doesn't want you to miss out."
Camille grinned:
"Exactly! Regular maternity photos are so boring. I thought we could get everyone together to paint you a real portrait!"
I shot it down immediately—I was getting rid of this baby anyway, so what was the point?
Plus these art school dickheads had spent years bullying me with Camille leading the charge.
Shoving my head in toilets, kicking me until I passed out.
Kieran knew all about it, and he was actually okay with this bullshit "apology."