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   Chapter 24 I Have Ruined It

The Devil's Lure By Xi Ying Characters: 6973

Updated: 2020-03-16 00:21


It was evening when Tracy woke up. She had been sleeping the entire afternoon.

She fluttered her eyes open; every bone in her body was hurting.

All energy had drained from her body; she couldn't move a finger.

Once Tracy gained consciousness, she saw Brody's grim face. Her head was hurting; she squeezed her eyes and looked at him again. Brody was changing the dressing on her wound.

Tracy was startled. She managed to sit up, but Brody pressed her down.

She lay down on the bed again. She now had no strength to resist. About three minutes later, her wounded hand was wrapped again.

"Tracy, you better explain what happened." Brody's cold voice resonated across the silent room. "What happened to the flower pot? How did you get hurt?"

Brody spilled out all the questions that were gnawing his brain. Tracy sat up and looked at Brody--the man was back to his evil self again. All traces of sympathy, that she had seen a while ago, had vanished in an instant.

"Explain what?"

Tracy snapped.

She didn't know how to explain that his son was as vindictive and cruel as he was.

The string of questions irked her. She had just woken up, and Brody was taunting her with questions.

"How did the flower pot break?" Brody repeated.

Tracy crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "I broke it."

Brody opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Is that your lover's favorite flower?"

Tracy smirked.

Her eyes were blazing with anger and hatred.

All the emotions that were slowly dying re-ignited at once.

Brody didn't care about her feelings or emotions. He treat her life as if it were not worth a straw.

Even a flowerpot was more important to him than her life.

Brody placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face. "Yes, you're right. That's her favorite flower, but you broke it. Don't you think it's a childish way to get back at me?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

The intensity of Brody's gaze sent a shiver down her spine. She even forgot the pain in her chin.

Her body began to tremble; she was too scared to even utter a word.

However, she mustered her strength and glared at him.

"Childish? No, I think not.

It's not childish. I've destroyed something you adore. This is a way to make you understand how it feels to get hurt over and over again."

"Shut up!"

Brody bellowed as his cold eyes stared at her.

Tracy's heart leaped to her throat. She took a moment to compose herself and looked back at him.

"Yes, I broke the flowerpot. I shattered it to pieces. If you want to kill me, then go ahead and do it,"

Tracy shouted as she couldn't control herself anymore.

Death would spare her from the relentless torment. She prayed every day for Brody to lose his mind and kill her.

"You have such lofty expectations, don't you, Tracy? I will not let you die."

Brody pushed her back on the bed. He was hovering above her--their faces were inches apart.

"Brody, you asshole! Don't touch me!"

Tracy screamed at the top of her lungs and slapped his hand away.

"What happened today? Tell me!"

Brody pinned her hand above her head and stared into her eyes.

Tracy stared back at him.

"You don't want to tell me, do you?"

Brody was determined to get an answer from her.

Tracy continued to slap Brody's chest that was pressed against hers.

She was ashamed of herself and mad at the man who had killed her confidence. "You won't believe my words

even if I tell the truth. Then why bother wasting your time questioning me?"

Tracy threw her hands up and screamed hysterically. The events of her wedding night came flooding back to her.

She couldn't shake off the fear and humiliation that were consuming her.

"That's her favorite plant. I have been waiting for the flowers to blossom for years. Do you realize that you've ruined everything? You have destroyed her dream."

Brody held Tracy's shoulders and shook her violently.

Tears streamed down Tracy's cheeks. Brody's fingernails were digging into her flesh.

She bit her lip to swallow her sobs. "Yes, I have ruined it."

Tracy croaked. She turned her head, for she couldn't look at his brutal face for another second.

She was appalled by Brody's behavior. How could someone be capable of being this cruel?

He was worried about the flowers when Tracy was in pain. Brody was exhibiting his concern for his true love while tearing Tracy's heart apart.

He said that this plant was his lover's favorite and he had waited for years for it to bloom. Tracy wondered that how much he loved that woman. Then it was no surprise that he hated her that much for breaking the flowerpot.

Tracy's arrogance infuriated Brody. He tore her clothes like a maniac, ignoring her injured hand.

"You don't give a shit about me, do you, Brody? That flowerpot is more important to you than my life."

A lone tear trickled down her cheek as she felt hurt in her wound.

She felt heartbroken.

Sadness engulfed her. The reality of her life seemed to crush all her hopes.

She didn't know why she always wanted to argue with him. Deep inside her, the stubborn side of her was protesting and wanted her to stand up against him.

The man was her husband; he was supposed to be there for Tracy and take care of her. But Brody treated her like a slave.

Every minute with him was hell. So that was probably why she wanted to argue with him. He wanted to vent her anger and grievance in this way.

He was testing her endurance. She couldn't put up with his torture anymore. She looked at his ruthless face and a sad smile appeared on her lips.

Brody's eyes widened; he withdrew his hands from her chin.

That smile on her face seemed to tug his heart.

He felt that Tracy was just like the flower -- vibrant and full of life. But she was withering in despair.

He didn't have the heart to see her like this.

Brody realized that he was lost in the depth of her gaze. He blinked and returned to his senses.

"Don't you dare question me again! You have no right to talk about your value, or your life,"

Brody hissed through his teeth.

"Don't even compare yourself with those flowers."

"I don't have such extravagant dreams. Can you please stay away from me?"

Tracy's voice was barely above a whisper. She didn't have the strength to argue with him.

Tracy wondered if Brody was bipolar. He assaulted and humiliated her, but his very hands anointed her wound. She couldn't understand him anymore.

Brody could see the repulsion in Tracy's eyes.

"Do you hate me so much?" he asked.

Tracy noticed the anger in Brody's eyes, but she still stubbornly talked back, "Brody, don't ask a question when you know the answer. Yes, I hate you, but don't you hate me too?"

"But I don't allow you to hate me. The revulsion in your eyes makes me sick. I don't want to see it again."

Brody grabbed Tracy's chin and forced her to look at him.

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