Chapter 162 Welcome to Hell
Leitana’s eyes went wide in horror as she tilted her head to the side, trying to see around Ravial’s large build. When she finally caught a clear view of the room, her heart nearly stopped.
“Oh my God… Mama!” she cried, her voice cracking in panic. “Mama!”
She rushed forward, dropping to her knees beside Alyssa, who lay in a pool of broken glass and her own blood smeared across the wall and wooden floor. Alyssa’s face was swollen and bruised, one eye almost completely shut, blood trickling from her split lip and nose. She looked like she was barely clinging to consciousness, her breathing shallow and ragged.
“Mama… Mama, plis wake up,” Leitana sobbed, tears rushing down her face as she gently cradled her mother’s head. “Mi here… mi here now. Plis don’t close yu eyes.”
Avery walked forward slowly, eyes wide in shock. She looked from her mother’s broken form on the floor to Charles standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenched, chest heaving, staring defiantly at Ravial.
“You monster,” Avery whispered, voice trembling with rage and horror.
Charles turned his cold gaze on her. “Shut up, you brat.”
Then he looked back at Ravial, trying to sound composed. “I expect privacy when dealing with my wife.”
Ravial stood completely still, blindfold in place, expression calm and unreadable. His voice came out flat, almost bored, like he was commenting on the weather.
“Privacy?” he said softly. “You lost the right to privacy the moment you touched what belongs to me.”
Leitana was still crying, her hands shaking as she tried to wipe blood from her mother’s face. “Mi Ravial… Mama need hospital. Plis… she bleeding too much.”
Avery rushed forward, pulling her phone out with trembling fingers. “I’m calling an ambulance right now—”
Some of the maids had gathered at the doorway, gasping in horror at the scene.
Charles’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “She is not going anywhere.”
Ravial tilted his head slightly, the movement slow and predatory. “She is leaving. Now.”
Charles stiffened, fear flickering in his eyes for the first time, though he tried to mask it with arrogance. “She is my wife. They are my daughters. I have the right….”
“You have no rights here,” Ravial interrupted, voice still eerily calm, but the air in the room seemed to grow colder. “Not anymore.”
Charles’s face twisted with anger. “I have the right to hit her as I like, and you should respect that.”
Ravial’s lips curved into a small, terrifying smile, the kind that promised pain without raising his voice.
“Respect?” he repeated softly. “I respect nothing that belongs to me being broken. Touch her again and I will remove the hands that did it. Slowly. Piece by piece. Until you understand that nothing in this house is yours to damage.”
Charles’s bravado cracked. He took a small step back, but his pride made him push forward one last time.
“That’s it. I’m leaving with my wife and my daughters. You can forget about marrying any of them. We’re done here.”
Ravial simply looked at him, silent, the blindfold hiding eyes that had seen hell itself.
Charles pointed at Leitana, who was still kneeling beside her mother, tears streaming down her face.
“Avery, take your mother to my car,” he ordered. “Leitana, stop those tears. We are leaving.”
Leitana stood up slowly, her small body shaking. She walked toward Charles, eyes filled with pain and disbelief.
“Why?” she whispered, voice breaking. “Why yu so evil? Mi try… mi try so hard not to hate you. Mi pray every night for yu heart to change. Mi forgive yu for everything, for giving mi away, for treating mi like mi nothing… but why yu have to hurt Mama like dis? Why yu have to break everything yu touch?”
Tears poured down her cheeks as she stood in front of him.
“Mi just want a family,” she sobbed. “Mi want peace. Mi want yu to be a father… not a monster. Plis… stop dis. Plis…”
Charles’s face twisted with rage. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.
SLAP
The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot.
Leitana cried out and fell to the floor, clutching her cheek, fresh tears spilling.
The entire room froze in shock.
Ravial’s head snapped toward Charles.
For one terrifying second, the calm mask shattered.
His body moved with lethal speed. In a blur he was in front of Charles, one large hand shooting out to grab the man by the throat. He lifted him clean off the ground with terrifying ease, Charles’s feet dangling helplessly.
Ravial’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, calm on the surface but vibrating with pure, unfiltered rage.
“You just made the worst mistake of your miserable life.”
Charles choked, clawing at Ravial’s wrist, eyes bulging with terror.
Ravial’s grip tightened, blindfold still in place, but the aura around him felt like pure darkness closing in.
“I was going to let you live a little longer,” he murmured, almost conversationally. “For her sake. But now… now I think I’ll take my time with you.”
Avery screamed. “Ravial…..!”
Leitana pushed herself up from the floor, cheek already bruising, tears streaming.
“Mi Ravial… plis… no…”
But Ravial didn’t look at her.
His focus was entirely on the man gasping for air in his grip, the man who had dared to lay a hand on his wife.
The devil’s smile returned, slow, cold, and utterly devoid of mercy.
“Welcome to hell, Charles Hale.”