Chapter 235 I'll kill myself

Chapter 235 I'll kill myself
♡Leila’s POV♡

Mia’s lips parted, her face paling.
“Ma, I—I can’t…” she started, guilt flooding her features.

Her voice broke off, and something inside me snapped.

“Are you people being serious right now?” I whispered, then louder, my voice cracking as I stood up. “Are you actually doing this to me?”

Mia flinched.

“You better start talking, Mia,” I said, my chest rising and falling. “In fact—give me that.”

Before she could react, I snatched the walkie-talkie from her hands.

“M- Madam—”

I ignored her and switched it on.

Static crackled.

Then a voice slipped through.

“…They’re at the city gate… near the border…”

My fingers tightened around the device.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my heart slamming against my ribs.

It felt like every dark emotion I had been suppressing—anger, grief, betrayal, pain—came crawling out of its cage all at once, wrapping itself around my lungs.

So it was real.

They knew.

Everyone knew.

And they kept it from me.

I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them, my resolve hardening.

“We’re going there,” I said quietly. “Right now.”

Mia looked up at me in alarm.

“Ma—”

“I need to see her,” I continued, my voice trembling despite myself. “I need to look at the person who killed my baby with my own eyes.”

The words tasted bitter on my tongue.

Mary.

José’s fiancée.

How could she?

I barely even spoke to her that night. We didn’t exchange names. We didn’t share smiles. We didn’t have history.

Nothing.

She was just… there.

The woman cheating with Cain.

That was all I knew about her.

And somehow, she had decided my life was disposable.

“Ma, please,” Mia pleaded softly. “We can’t go. It’s dangerous.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

My eyes burned as I stared at her.

“You know what’s dangerous?” I asked hoarsely. “Leaving me here. Pretending everything is fine. Treating me like a fragile glass doll.”

I lifted the walkie-talkie.

“Do you want to follow me,” I continued, “or should I let this thing be my GPS?”

Mia froze.

“If anything happens to me out there,” I added, my voice shaking with restrained fury, “it will be on you, Mia Gonzala. On you.”

Her eyes filled with fear.

She looked at me for a long moment, then slowly nodded, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

“…Okay,” she whispered.

I exhaled shakily.

“Let’s go,” I muttered, my voice barely more than a croak.


The taxi was quiet, except for the low hum of the engine and the nervous tapping of my fingers against my thigh.

Then the walkie-talkie crackled again.

“We’re at the dungeon warehouse. We’ve got them surrounded.”

My heart jumped.

I leaned forward slightly. “Where’s the dungeon warehouse?” I asked, turning to Mia.

Mia’s lips parted.

Then closed again.

She hesitated.

My chest tightened.

“Mia, please,” I whispered, frustration creeping into my voice. “I need to handle this myself. Don’t do this to me.”

She blinked a few times, then slowly turned to the driver.

“The old restaurant,” she said quietly, “near the deserted gas station.”

The driver stiffened.

He glanced at us through the rearview mirror, fear clear in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded sharply. “Yes. Just drive. And be fast, please. We’ll pay you double.”

He looked at Mia.

Mia hesitated, then nodded.

And that was all it took.

The car sped up.

Minutes later, we pulled into a place that looked like it had been forgotten by the world.

A depleted gas station.

Broken pumps.

Flickering lights.

Silence.

Too much silence.

Mia and I stepped out, the cool night air hitting my skin.

My heart started pounding harder.

“Where are they?” I whispered, scanning the dark surroundings.

My voice didn’t sound like mine anymore.

It sounded… small.

Mia lifted her hand and pointed.

“There,” she said.

A rundown restaurant stood a short distance away, barely lit, half-swallowed by shadows.

My stomach twisted.

“We have to inform them that we’re here,” Mia said carefully. “So we don’t become stray dogs.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

She turned to me, her face pale but serious.

“We could get caught in stray bullets if we don’t,” she explained softly. “They don’t leave witnesses here. Or people who look like threats.”

Her words sank in slowly.

And just like that, my anger was replaced with something colder.

Awareness.

Reality.

This wasn’t a movie.

This wasn’t a fantasy about revenge.

This was Cain’s world.

Guns. Blood. No second chances.

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t want Cain to know I was here.

I didn’t want him storming in and dragging me away like a reckless child.

But I also didn’t want to die because one of his men mistook me for a stranger in the dark.

My hands trembled slightly at my sides.

This was it.

There was no turning back now.

I bit down hard on my lower lip, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs.

“You stay here,” I whispered. “I’ll go.”

Mia’s eyes widened immediately.

“Ma, no. I can’t—”

“I have to,” I cut in softly but firmly. “I need to go without them knowing I’m here, Mia. I’ll be careful. You heard Xavi. They’ve got them surrounded, right? That means there’s a chance they’ll recognize me.”

She shook her head frantically.

“Please don’t,” she begged. “This world isn’t yours. Those men… they’re not in their right minds right now. Don’t—”

But I was already stepping away.

I couldn’t listen anymore.

If I did, I might lose my courage.

And I couldn’t afford that.

Not now.

I walked slowly toward the building, every step feeling heavier than the last.

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure it would give me away.

My eyes scanned every shadow, corner, every broken window.

My lips moved silently.

Lord, please. Let me not die here.

I reached the restaurant door.

Still alive.

No bullets.

No shouting.

Nothing.

My hands trembled as I reached out and pushed it open carefully.

The hinges creaked softly.

Inside, it was dark and quiet. It felt abandoned like a place where ghosts lived.

I turned on the small flashlight Mia had given me.

The weak beam cut through the darkness.

That was when I realized— I forgot the walkie-talkie.

Stupid, Leila. So stupid.

Regret washed over me, but it was too late to turn back now.

I took another step.

Then another.

That’s when I heard voices.

Low and muffled coming from the kitchen.

I froze.

And then I recognized it.

José’s voice.

“Just exile her,” he said. “It’s worse than death.”

My ears rang.

Exile her?

Let her walk away?

Let her breathe?

Let her live after what she did to me?

After my baby?

After everything?

Hell no.

Something inside me snapped.

“No way!” I shouted.

I stormed toward the kitchen before I could think better of it.

The moment I stepped in—

Click. Click. Click.

Metal and guns were being loaded.

A dozen weapons turned toward me in seconds.

I froze.

Every barrel pointed at my chest.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Leila.”

Cain’s voice cut through the tension.

I turned slightly.

He was staring at me, eyes wide, face rough and sweaty, like he’d been dragged through hell.

“No exile,” I said, my voice shaking but loud. “I’m going to kill her myself.”

My gaze dropped to the girl tied to the chair. She is crled in on herself, crying, shaking and cradling her own body like it was the only thing she had left.