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The slap landed with a crack, leaving Melody’s cheek stinging as though it had been seared. Instead of bowing her head or showing the faintest hint of remorse, her eyes blazed hotter. Fury twisted her features as she lashed out, hand raised to strike back.
Anneliese caught her mid–swing, clamping down on her wrist so tightly that Melody’s struggles only made her look more desperate. Frustration boiled over, and Melody spat out her fury like venom.
“You b*tch! Enough about that pathetic sum. 300,000—that’s all it was! How long are you going to milk that as if we owe you our lives? Without that, do you honestly believe you’d have been allowed anywhere near Zacharias?
“Look at yourself–every designer purse you’ve bought these past two years costs more than that. A house for Nishay, servants, endless medical bills—that money was nothing compared to what you’ve already spent. Don’t you dare pretend we still owe you!”
Lenora leapt in, her voice sharp and accusing. “She’s right! You even walked away with 500 million from Zacharias. And yet you stand here harping on about 300,000? Shameless!” To Melody and Lenora, that 300,000 from years ago had become a chain around their necks. Nishay acted as though her single act of generosity made her the family’s eternal savior, strutting about with sanctimonious authority.
She had paraded the story to the entire neighborhood, so that wherever they went, her shadow followed. Every glance from her carried a reminder of “the debt,” every word a condescending order to treat Anneliese with reverence.
And the neighbors? They never missed a chance to pile on. Each return trip to Baytree brought the same chorus of nagging. “Without Frederick’s compensation money, Zacharias would never have made it through school. He’d be nothing today. Nishay gave the Shaw family a lifeline. Now that fortune has smiled on them, it’s their duty to honor her and look after Anne.”
Even Zacharias skipping the New Year’s visit with Anneliese to pay respects sparked calls— some dripping with moral superiority, others cutting like knives–accusing them of ingratitude. Years of this had worn Melody and Lenora raw. The bitterness had been festering, and every slight from Anneliese only added fuel to the fire. Now, they were itching to strike back.
Anneliese’s stare turned glacial, her patience snapped clean through. Melody and Lenora had brazenly dismissed every debt of the past as though it had never existed. Their shameless certainty only hardened her resolve.
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She knew their kind too well–parasites who thrived on lies and entitlement. Words were wasted on them. Reason would never pierce their arrogance. So, she abandoned words altogether. Action would speak louder. Something cold glimmered in her hand. In the next heartbeat, she struck.
A pair of shrieks tore through the sterile hospital corridor. “Oh! My face! Anneliese, how dare you cut me!” Crimson welts streaked across their skin, their necks and cheeks burning with raw slashes. They staggered back in horror, clutching at each other, only then spotting what she wielded.
It wasn’t a blade at all–it was a syringe. One of the thick, brutal ones, the kind with a needle that hissed as it scraped across flesh. Again and again, Anneliese drove it forward, not deep enough to maim but enough to scorch their nerves with raw, stinging fire.
Her lips curved into a cruel smile, her voice low and venomous. “You think this ends with a few scratches? No. You’ll pay–every breath of yours will remind you. This syringe belonged to a patient carrying HIV. Fitting, isn’t it? For parasites who betray the very hand that saved them— your bodies should rot from the inside, your skin splitting, pus flowing until the worms take you early. And even then, I doubt the next life would accept filth like you–you’d be cast into the beasts‘ pit where you belong.”
The words struck harder than any blade. Both women went pale as chalk. Lenora crumpled against Melody. “Mom… What do we do? I don’t want to die like this!” Melody swayed, the blood draining from her face, rage warring with raw terror. Her trembling finger stabbed toward Anneliese. “You devil… you’re a cursed, poisonous devil!”
Anneliese only advanced, eyes blazing, and jabbed forward with sudden swipes. The needle flashed, grazing close enough to make them shriek. Their screams echoed down the sterile corridor as they stumbled over each other, desperate to get away.
It took a nurse rushing over, brows furrowed in disapproval, to break the chaos. “Enough! This is a hospital. Quiet down!” At that, Anneliese finally drew back, expression icy, her presence still radiating the promise of danger.
Zacharias arrived just as chaos reached its peak. Melody and Lenora stumbled toward him, knees wobbling, tears all over their faces. “Zacharias, thank God you’re here… Call the police! Anneliese tried to kill us–she’s dangerous!” Melody wailed. “Zach, she came after us with a needle from an AIDS patient! What do we do? Please–get a doctor for me and Mom!” Lenora’s voice cracked in sheer terror.
His expression darkened when his gaze fell on the bloody scratches marring their faces. He spun to Anneliese. “Are you insane?” he barked. But before he could say more, she was already moving. Without a word, she whipped up the syringe and slashed at him. He flinched, throwing up his arm to protect his face. The needle raked across the back of his hand, leaving a thin but stinging wound.
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Lenora cried out, her voice trembling. “Zach, you’re bleeding too!” Melody’s face twisted with rage. “Anneliese, I’ll end you myself!” She hurled herself at Anneliese, clawing for the syringe. Lenora clung desperately to Zacharias, while Melody, wild with fury, reached out as though determined to drive that poisoned needle into Anneliese–if she had to die, she would drag her down as well!
However, before she got close, a hard boot caught her in the ribs. The force sent her body crashing backward into Zacharias and Lenora. She doubled over, hands on her abdomen, her face ashen, pain robbing her of even a scream.
In that same instant, a firm grip caught Anneliese’s wrist and yanked her back. She stumbled,
only to find herself drawn against a chest she knew all too well–solid, warm, and frighteningly familiar, a sudden shield in the middle of the chaos.
