Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Right then, they wheeled in some woman who looked like a human pincushion—covered in needles.
I almost didn't recognize Camille.
Kieran slammed his palm down, driving half the needles deeper into her while the other half went straight through his hand.
Blood was pouring out as he yanked them free.
All the arrogance was gone from Camille's eyes. She was a snotty, tear-soaked mess crawling on her knees toward me, smashing her head on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Victoria—ow! Miss Fairfax—ahh! Miss Capet, Miss Capet, please forgive me, just spare me! Miles is just a baby—he can't lose his mama!"
Every time Camille fucked up my name, Kieran drove another needle in.
I waved my hand, not wanting to deal with this shit:
"Get that video from the Fairfax mansion—Camille orchestrating everyone torturing me—hand it to the cops."
His assistant nodded.
Instead of being pissed that I wouldn't forgive her, Camille acted like I'd just saved her life, banging her head on the floor.
"Thank you, Miss Capet! Thank you so much for your kindness!"
After they dragged her out, Kieran said like he wasn't satisfied:
"You know if you'd given the word, Uncle Finnian would've fed her to the sharks."
I almost laughed.
My mercy had nothing to do with being soft-hearted.
It was because Finnian promised me he'd cut ties with the mafia completely—we were gonna live clean and happy in the light.
"Kieran, you really don't get me at all. How the hell did I ever fall for you?"
I stared out at the falling leaves and suddenly flashed back to my first night with the Fairfaxes.
It was a stormy night. I stood in their golden mansion wearing clothes washed so many times they were practically transparent, barefoot.
Camille's princess dress got a corner wet from the rain, and Mom immediately pulled her close:
"Go upstairs and change, honey. Don't catch cold."
My feet were bleeding from rocks on the way over, but nobody gave a damn.
Only Kieran casually handed me the ginger tea Camille had thrown a tantrum about not wanting.
When I was at my most helpless, he gave me a tiny scrap of kindness.
Back then, I was so desperate for warmth.
Even the tiniest gesture could make my whole fucking day.
In all the days that followed, love was blind.
Every little kindness got filtered through rose-colored glasses, turning into this grand romance in my head.
Once I figured that out, it was like finally puking up all that poison.
I didn't want to say another word to him.
This life, we were done. Time to move on.
The day Finnian got out of the hospital, we had this huge wedding.
All the biggest names in New York showed up.
But the bride's family section? Empty.
Though you could hear desperate screaming from outside.
"Victoria! Please open the door! Mama brought your wedding gifts!"
"Victoria, Daddy's begging you—please forgive us, we know we messed up!"
It's Fairfax parents.
The day Finnian went into surgery, they'd been on their knees outside the hospital, banging their heads on the ground.
But I was done with them.
When I was at my most vulnerable, they'd personally kicked me into hell.
Now they thought some crocodile tears could wash away their sins?
Dream on.
Finnian took my hand and walked me into the church.
The vows were spoken, the bells rang out.
The rest of our lives would be nothing but happiness.