Chapter 157

Bianca

I always knew that my brother had no remorse… but I never thought that he would stoop that low.

It was quiet in the corridor outside the infirmary, the kind of silence that doesn’t comfort, it strangles. And no matter how hard I try to breathe, it was difficult.

I stayed there long after Darius left the room, long after Alaria’s muffled breathing had steadied again. The maids had been dismissed, the doctor retreated to her office, and the hall lights had dimmed to their usual cold glow.

But my mind wouldn’t still.

And with every passing moment, the heaviness that filled my chest just kept pressing more.

I’d heard him. I’d seen the look on his face when he stepped out and shut the door. Nothing, no flicker of guilt, no trace of hesitation. Just that same unnerving calm. The kind of calm that comes before something breaks.

And I knew what that meant.

He wasn’t done with her.

Not by a long shot.

He was going to k