Chapter 450
Hannah struggled to rise, her eyes wide with fear, staring out the window. The lights in the living room flickered erratically, making a high–pitched buzzing sound, as if something was about to break through the darkness and tear her apart
The lights pulsed and dimmed, giving the eerie impression that something was lurking just beyond the threshold, waiting to pounce.
“Henry, Caspian, Atlas..” Hannah mattered their names under her breath, frantically dialing their numbers.
But no one answered.
Despair washed over her as she scanned her surroundings. This was her home, yet it felt like a tomb. The walls seemed to close in the air thick with an oppressive chill that made her skin crawl.
Clutching her phone tightly, her mind raced with images of Odalys. Without thinking, she immediately dialed her number. The call was answered almost instantly and a wave of relief washed over hier.
“Odalys, hurry back! Mom’s about to die!” she cried out.
“Hello? Can you hear me? You better come back, or your mother’s going to die Hannah shouted, her voice dripping with arrogance. To her, being a mother was her power, and she couldn’t fathom that Odalys, her own daughter, would let her die.
But on the other end of the line, there was silence.
“Fuming. Hannah was about to yell again when a voice interrupted her–low, smooth, and utterly chilling
Then go ahead and die
Hannah froze. She had expected Odalys to respond with the usual false sympathy, promising to come to her rescue. But instead, all she heard was a blunt dismissal. Her blood ran cold.
“Who are you? Who are you!!” Hannah demanded, her voice cracking with panic.
There was no response. The phone clicked, and the call abruptly ended
even go
Hannah was livid, her rage making her almost physically tremble. She immediately redialed Odalys’s number, but this time, the call didn’t eve through. She was blocked.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t process what was happening.
The fantasy she had built in her mind–the one where Odalys would always be her devoted daughter, always by her side–shattered in an instant
She remembered the old days, when Odalys would fawn over her, noticing when she wasn’t feeling well and bringing her gifts like that necklace her necklace that Odalys had taken back.
Then, she recalled how Oliver had once expressed a desire for it. Back then, she didn’t think much of it, but now, after everything that has happened, after realizing how much power Odalys really had, Hannals couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret, especially with everything falling apart around her.
“How dare you let a man answer my call? How dare you tell me to die? How dare you hang up on me? How dare you steal my necklace back, Odalys! You’ve gotten too cocky!” Hannah screamed, furious.
Just as she finished her rant, a cold chill :
I swept through her, a premonition so strong it made her spine tingle..
She clutched her phone tightly, desperately scrolling through her contacts. Finally, she dialed Sienna’s number. The call connected, and she quickly blurted out, “Sienna, are you and my daughter Odalys close lately?
“If you still want Odalys to help you, you’d better send someone to the Bennett Family to get me out of here now! Hannah’s voice was frantic. Her desperation had reached its peak, and she no longer cared about old grudges.
Years ago, she had used their similar comes to push Sienna out of the social circles of wealthy women
And Sienna’s son, Stellan, was far more capable than her own sons. The Drake family had always been thriving, while the Bennett family had fallen
behind
Because of this, she and Sienna had never gotten along, but now, she had no one left but Sienna.
Chapter 430
“You don’t deserve it, Sienna’s cold voice responded, and before Hannah could reply, the line went dead.
Hannah stared at her phone in disbelief, her mind racing. She gripped the phone tightly, a strange sense of dread creeping up her back. It felt as
disbelier
though some inviable hand was reaching for her. She spun around, only to see the window behind her wide open, the wind howling outside.
suddenly, a gust of wind slammed into the room, sending the sofa she was sitting on flying toward the door. The forer of the wind propelled her and the sofa our of
of the room with a deafening crash
The impact sent Hannah tumbling to the ground the heavy sofa pinning her down, leaving her unable to move. She struggled with all her might. but the weight of the furniture made it hard to breathe.
As she gasped for air, Hannah’s mand was filled with one thought–how had everything gone so wrong! Had her previous good fortune really been the result of the necklace Odalys had given her? Was it all a fluke!
“Odalys, you bitch” Give me back my necklace Hannah cried out in agony, her voice breaking
She continued to struggle beneath the heavy weight of the sofa when a shadow appeared in the doorway..
Hannah looked up, expecting to see one of her sons, but instead, she saw an old man standing in the doorway, hunched over, his eyes fixed on her with a sinister gaze.
She blinked in confusion. The man looked familiar, and her mind raced to recall where she had seen him before. Then, the memory hit her–this was Brandon, the elderly man from the mountain village. His son had been ill, and it was Odalys who had saved him.
“Is it you? You’re the heir to the century–old clothing store? Hannah’s voice shook with a strange mix of relief and hope. She had no idea why he was here, but something about his presence made her feel like there was a chance for salvation.
Tm Odalys’s mother. My daughter saved your son. You’ve come to thank her, haven’t you? Please, help me up,” she begged, her desperation palpable.
But the old man stood there, unmoving, his cold gaze never leaving her.
“My son is dead. He died a few nights ago, right in front of your house,” he said in a voice so deep and old it sent a chill down her spine.
Hannah froze, her mind racing to process what he had said. “Dead? He died in front of my house? That’s impossible! No one has died here!” she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief.
The old man stepped forward, his bent form moving with a disturbing slowness. His wrinkled face looked even older than it had moments before, and the agony of the past few days seemed to have aged him by years.
Standing over her, he fixed her with an intense, unyielding gaze
“It was your family, the Bennett family, that killed my son. Sophia, during the variety show, seduced. Rafael from the village. Do you know what happened to him?”
He paused, letting the silence hang in the air, before continuing. “A few days ago, he was hit by a car outside Film Capital. His body was crushed. Do you know who did it? It was your daughter Odalys.”
Hannah’s blood ran cold.
The old mun spoke again, his voice heavy with malice. “My son died right in front of your Bennett family house. Right there. And it was her doing” Hannah’s eyes widened in horror. Everything was unraveling. If Odalys was behind this, then she had just made a grave mistake by revealing her identity. The old man was connected to all of this, and now she was a target.
“What are you doing here?” Hannah demanded, fear creeping into her voice. “If she killed someone, then you should be calling the police, not
coming here to threaten me!
The old man stepped closer, his rank odor of neglect and urine filling the air. Hannah recoiled, nearly gagging
“You and your family are gone now. The Bennen Villa is a place of misfortune. I’m here to join your family,” he said, his voice filled with an unseling satisfaction as he surveyed the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the rooms.
“This house, filled with so much negative energy, is the perfect place for me,” he continued. “My son died here, and his death only made the wickedness grow. It’s just the right place for me”
Hannah could barely comprehend what he was saying. The words made no sense, and his lack of grief over his son’s death chilled her to the bone. 23
Who was this man? Why was he so twisted? Was he insane? Or had he always been this way? Hannah thought.
Hannah held her breath, her hand shaking as she reached
for her phone, her only hope now to call the police.
