Their Queen's Back - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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Richard ordered his men to take Sophia away. But the moment they approached her, before they could even lay a hand on her...
Sophia began thrashing wildly and screaming hysterically, repeatedly crying out, "Don't touch me!" and similar desperate pleas.
Richard never expected Sophia was truly mentally ill. Linda had warned him many times before, but he always dismissed her concerns. Now, the truth was undeniable...
Skye snapped awake to find Sophia gone from the bed. A sense of dread washed over her. She threw open the door and was immediately met with terrified screams.
Skye's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant—that was Sophia's voice!
Skye rushed downstairs and saw several of Richard's men about to grab Sophia.
Sophia was clearly not herself—terrified, she kept backing away, pleading incoherently for mercy.
Seeing the smug, taunting look in Linda's eyes, Skye instantly understood—Sophia had been provoked.
"Back off!" Skye roared, her voice cracking with fury. "Lay one more finger on my sister and I'll end you!"
Skye's voice carried a bone-chilling menace, each word dripping with lethal intent that made everyone's blood run cold and their knees tremble in terror.
Linda's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no!" she thought in panic. "How could I forget about her?"
Richard explained hastily, "Skye, don't misunderstand. We didn't do anything to her. Your sister suddenly had a breakdown—I was just trying to take her to the hospital. Look at her condition!"
With an icy expression, Skye ignored him completely and walked straight up to Sophia. Her voice softened, clear and gentle, as she said, "Sophia, don't be afraid. Your sister's here now."
Sophia choked out, her voice trembling, "Big sis..."
Hearing Skye's voice, Sophia slowly came back to her senses.
Meeting Skye's gaze brimming with tender concern, Sophia sniffled and wiped away her tears with trembling fingers.
Skye had only just found out the night before that her sister Sophia was struggling with mental health issues. It pained her to imagine how much agony Sophia must have endured, constantly bottling up all her emotions and forcing herself to pretend to be okay just to seem normal.
My heart aches at the thought that even when my sister was sick, no one took her to see a doctor, no one cared about her, and we couldn't even afford treatment.
Skye was consumed by guilt, her heart twisting in agony—like a thousand arrows piercing her, and even that couldn't capture the depth of her pain. "It's all my fault. I've failed in my duty as a sister," she thought bitterly.
If I hadn't gone abroad back then, she wouldn't have deteriorated to this state.
"Big sis..." Sophia choked out between sobs, throwing herself into Skye's arms.
Last night, she hurt her sister... and now, she'd lost control again.
"I deserve to die," Sophia thought bitterly.
She thought bitterly, "I'm nothing but a burden to my sister. I should die. I don't deserve to live."
"I'm so dirty... filthy through and through," Sophia thought in self-loathing.
At that thought, Sophia abruptly pulled away from her sister's embrace. "Sis, don't touch me," she choked out, trembling. "I'm filthy... disgusting... I'm sick in the head."
My eyes burned with tears as I looked at my sister—once so proud, pure, and graceful—now just a timid, insecure shadow of herself. The pain cut deeper than any blade.
Skye held Sophia tightly in her arms and said softly, "You're my sister—my dearest little sister. You're not dirty, you're not broken, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect just the way you are. Sophia, I told you, your sister's back now. No one will ever hurt you again."
Sophia nodded through her tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she sobbed desperately. "I never wanted Big sis to hate me... but I just can't control myself."
Linda put on a fake look of concern and said, "Skye, don't take this the wrong way, but your sister's really not right in the head. I seriously think you should take her to see a psychiatrist—ah!"
Before Linda could finish, Skye's kick sent her flying. She crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, her back screaming in agony. Linda lay there writhing, utterly unable to get up.
Richard bellowed, "Skye, you unfilial wretch! What the hell are you doing? She's your stepmother! How dare you hit her? This is outright rebellion! You've gone way too far!"
Skye gave Sophia a reassuring pat on the shoulder and gently moved her behind herself.
"Dad, it's not the first time you've seen me cross the line. Say one more word and I'll hit you too. There's still a lot I need from you—give me a fucking satisfactory answer. But now that I think about it, you ceased being our father long ago."
Richard's face turned livid, his whole body trembling with fury. "You ungrateful brat! What the hell are you saying?"
Skye's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "I'll make you pay, slowly. But for now, get the hell out of my sight."
Skye immediately called Lauren over.
Skye ordered, "Pull up the surveillance footage."
Linda froze at the mention of surveillance cameras. "When did they install cameras in the villa?" she thought frantically. She distinctly remembered tearing out every last one of them ten years ago, right after moving in.
"When the hell did Skye install these?" Linda thought frantically.
Skye yanked Richard over to the surveillance screen. As Linda's damning words played out on the footage, Skye clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Richard's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on?"
"How could Linda say such things?" Richard thought in disbelief.
Skye's lips curled into a terrifying smile, her eyes gleaming with the imperious authority of a queen looking down upon her subjects.
Father, I'm giving you one last chance. Within ten minutes, bring me everyone who ever hurt my sister—don't pretend you don't know, it was when she was sixteen, the year after I left. If you fail, I'll personally send you to the sanatorium today. As for what awaits you there... pray for mercy.
Right then, Skye was the devil incarnate—a true monster unleashed.
As a father, Richard was utterly terrified. He gulped nervously, his forehead already drenched in cold sweat as he left, a chill running down his spine and his legs nearly giving way beneath him.
For a split second, he truly believed Skye was capable of killing him.
But his identity as her father was the only thing stopping her.
Linda, in a panic, grabbed Richard's arm as he hurried away. "Richard! Where are you going?" she cried desperately.
Richard shook off her hand. Right now, he had no time for their usual lovey-dovey nonsense—Skye wasn't making empty threats. When she said ten minutes, she meant ten minutes.
Skye advanced on Linda with measured clicks of her high heels, each step driving the terrified woman backward until her back hit the wall—nowhere left to retreat.
Linda glared at Skye, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "What are you doing, Skye? I'm your stepmother! If you dare touch me, I'll call the police and drag your name through the mud!"
Skye scoffed. "You?"
"You!" Linda gritted her teeth in rage.
Skye cast an icy glare at Linda before striding over to Sophia. She gently ruffled her sister's hair, then dropped the bombshell: "Sophia, go slap her."
Linda's eyes widened in shock. "Skye, have you gone completely mad? This is outright rebellion!"
"Sophia, that spineless wimp? She actually dares to hit me? Hmph!" Linda thought with disdain.
What a joke!
Hearing this, Sophia looked up at Skye, her wide, doe-like eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Skye said softly, "She just hit you and insulted you. If you don't fight back and slap her in return, doesn't it eat at you?"
"Eat at me?" Sophia wondered.
"Of course it eats at me," Sophia thought bitterly.
I wish I could tear Linda apart, piece by piece. Every moment of her torment over the years is burned into my memory—my hatred for her runs so deep, sometimes I even want her dead.
But she didn't dare. Every time she stood up to Linda, the retaliation was more than she could bear—until, over time, defiance became unthinkable.
"With no one to back me up, every time I tried to resist, the punishment only got worse—starving, being locked in a pitch-black room crawling with snakes, rats, and centipedes."
She was terrified.
Skye gave Sophia's cheek a gentle pinch, speaking as if she were suggesting something as ordinary as passing the salt at dinner—so casual, it was like the most natural thing in the world.
"Get back at her for everything she just did to you. When someone bullies you, make them pay double. Go on!"
Sophia began thrashing wildly and screaming hysterically, repeatedly crying out, "Don't touch me!" and similar desperate pleas.
Richard never expected Sophia was truly mentally ill. Linda had warned him many times before, but he always dismissed her concerns. Now, the truth was undeniable...
Skye snapped awake to find Sophia gone from the bed. A sense of dread washed over her. She threw open the door and was immediately met with terrified screams.
Skye's eyes turned ice-cold in an instant—that was Sophia's voice!
Skye rushed downstairs and saw several of Richard's men about to grab Sophia.
Sophia was clearly not herself—terrified, she kept backing away, pleading incoherently for mercy.
Seeing the smug, taunting look in Linda's eyes, Skye instantly understood—Sophia had been provoked.
"Back off!" Skye roared, her voice cracking with fury. "Lay one more finger on my sister and I'll end you!"
Skye's voice carried a bone-chilling menace, each word dripping with lethal intent that made everyone's blood run cold and their knees tremble in terror.
Linda's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no!" she thought in panic. "How could I forget about her?"
Richard explained hastily, "Skye, don't misunderstand. We didn't do anything to her. Your sister suddenly had a breakdown—I was just trying to take her to the hospital. Look at her condition!"
With an icy expression, Skye ignored him completely and walked straight up to Sophia. Her voice softened, clear and gentle, as she said, "Sophia, don't be afraid. Your sister's here now."
Sophia choked out, her voice trembling, "Big sis..."
Hearing Skye's voice, Sophia slowly came back to her senses.
Meeting Skye's gaze brimming with tender concern, Sophia sniffled and wiped away her tears with trembling fingers.
Skye had only just found out the night before that her sister Sophia was struggling with mental health issues. It pained her to imagine how much agony Sophia must have endured, constantly bottling up all her emotions and forcing herself to pretend to be okay just to seem normal.
My heart aches at the thought that even when my sister was sick, no one took her to see a doctor, no one cared about her, and we couldn't even afford treatment.
Skye was consumed by guilt, her heart twisting in agony—like a thousand arrows piercing her, and even that couldn't capture the depth of her pain. "It's all my fault. I've failed in my duty as a sister," she thought bitterly.
If I hadn't gone abroad back then, she wouldn't have deteriorated to this state.
"Big sis..." Sophia choked out between sobs, throwing herself into Skye's arms.
Last night, she hurt her sister... and now, she'd lost control again.
"I deserve to die," Sophia thought bitterly.
She thought bitterly, "I'm nothing but a burden to my sister. I should die. I don't deserve to live."
"I'm so dirty... filthy through and through," Sophia thought in self-loathing.
At that thought, Sophia abruptly pulled away from her sister's embrace. "Sis, don't touch me," she choked out, trembling. "I'm filthy... disgusting... I'm sick in the head."
My eyes burned with tears as I looked at my sister—once so proud, pure, and graceful—now just a timid, insecure shadow of herself. The pain cut deeper than any blade.
Skye held Sophia tightly in her arms and said softly, "You're my sister—my dearest little sister. You're not dirty, you're not broken, there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect just the way you are. Sophia, I told you, your sister's back now. No one will ever hurt you again."
Sophia nodded through her tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she sobbed desperately. "I never wanted Big sis to hate me... but I just can't control myself."
Linda put on a fake look of concern and said, "Skye, don't take this the wrong way, but your sister's really not right in the head. I seriously think you should take her to see a psychiatrist—ah!"
Before Linda could finish, Skye's kick sent her flying. She crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, her back screaming in agony. Linda lay there writhing, utterly unable to get up.
Richard bellowed, "Skye, you unfilial wretch! What the hell are you doing? She's your stepmother! How dare you hit her? This is outright rebellion! You've gone way too far!"
Skye gave Sophia a reassuring pat on the shoulder and gently moved her behind herself.
"Dad, it's not the first time you've seen me cross the line. Say one more word and I'll hit you too. There's still a lot I need from you—give me a fucking satisfactory answer. But now that I think about it, you ceased being our father long ago."
Richard's face turned livid, his whole body trembling with fury. "You ungrateful brat! What the hell are you saying?"
Skye's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "I'll make you pay, slowly. But for now, get the hell out of my sight."
Skye immediately called Lauren over.
Skye ordered, "Pull up the surveillance footage."
Linda froze at the mention of surveillance cameras. "When did they install cameras in the villa?" she thought frantically. She distinctly remembered tearing out every last one of them ten years ago, right after moving in.
"When the hell did Skye install these?" Linda thought frantically.
Skye yanked Richard over to the surveillance screen. As Linda's damning words played out on the footage, Skye clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Richard's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell is going on?"
"How could Linda say such things?" Richard thought in disbelief.
Skye's lips curled into a terrifying smile, her eyes gleaming with the imperious authority of a queen looking down upon her subjects.
Father, I'm giving you one last chance. Within ten minutes, bring me everyone who ever hurt my sister—don't pretend you don't know, it was when she was sixteen, the year after I left. If you fail, I'll personally send you to the sanatorium today. As for what awaits you there... pray for mercy.
Right then, Skye was the devil incarnate—a true monster unleashed.
As a father, Richard was utterly terrified. He gulped nervously, his forehead already drenched in cold sweat as he left, a chill running down his spine and his legs nearly giving way beneath him.
For a split second, he truly believed Skye was capable of killing him.
But his identity as her father was the only thing stopping her.
Linda, in a panic, grabbed Richard's arm as he hurried away. "Richard! Where are you going?" she cried desperately.
Richard shook off her hand. Right now, he had no time for their usual lovey-dovey nonsense—Skye wasn't making empty threats. When she said ten minutes, she meant ten minutes.
Skye advanced on Linda with measured clicks of her high heels, each step driving the terrified woman backward until her back hit the wall—nowhere left to retreat.
Linda glared at Skye, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "What are you doing, Skye? I'm your stepmother! If you dare touch me, I'll call the police and drag your name through the mud!"
Skye scoffed. "You?"
"You!" Linda gritted her teeth in rage.
Skye cast an icy glare at Linda before striding over to Sophia. She gently ruffled her sister's hair, then dropped the bombshell: "Sophia, go slap her."
Linda's eyes widened in shock. "Skye, have you gone completely mad? This is outright rebellion!"
"Sophia, that spineless wimp? She actually dares to hit me? Hmph!" Linda thought with disdain.
What a joke!
Hearing this, Sophia looked up at Skye, her wide, doe-like eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Skye said softly, "She just hit you and insulted you. If you don't fight back and slap her in return, doesn't it eat at you?"
"Eat at me?" Sophia wondered.
"Of course it eats at me," Sophia thought bitterly.
I wish I could tear Linda apart, piece by piece. Every moment of her torment over the years is burned into my memory—my hatred for her runs so deep, sometimes I even want her dead.
But she didn't dare. Every time she stood up to Linda, the retaliation was more than she could bear—until, over time, defiance became unthinkable.
"With no one to back me up, every time I tried to resist, the punishment only got worse—starving, being locked in a pitch-black room crawling with snakes, rats, and centipedes."
She was terrified.
Skye gave Sophia's cheek a gentle pinch, speaking as if she were suggesting something as ordinary as passing the salt at dinner—so casual, it was like the most natural thing in the world.
"Get back at her for everything she just did to you. When someone bullies you, make them pay double. Go on!"
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