Chapter 105. Morticia

Madison’s POV

Bronson, Seth, the elders, all of them. They must be involved in this scheme, and I would make each and every one of them pay with their blood.

I had never felt so much anger and hatred in my entire life. It felt as if every breath that came out of my nose was laced with boiling anger.

The kind that simmered beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at any given time.

It took me several minutes before I was able to keep my emotions in check.

“Father, Mother, I am sorry.” I said out loud, filled with deep-seated remorse and guilt.

Due to my initial hatred, I am sure my parents had not been able to rest in peace. They had been wronged when they were alive and even in their death, their daughter blamed them.

I felt sorry, and suddenly missed them both.

But now, I won’t be able to see how it feels to be held by my parents. Gritting my teeth, I stared at the book in my hold and tightened my hold around its edges until