Chapter 58: Grace is Dead

Aria Davis's POV:

I shot back, "Because your mom had you. But if you kick the bucket today..."

Harper's legs gave out, and she almost hit the floor.

I let go of her chin, plopped down on the bed, and soaked in her terrified look.

Harper, pale as a ghost, mumbled, "If I die here, my dad, being a big shot in the SilverBlade Pack, ain't gonna keep my mom as his wife!"

"Exactly. If you die, your mom's done for too," I kept pushing, breaking Harper's last bit of resolve. "Your dad's got plenty of lovers; he can easily marry a young, pretty one who's already given him a kid."

"I can't die, I just can't die here!" Harper shot me a desperate look. "I'll take the deal you mentioned earlier, but I need to marry Noah within a week! Only if I marry Noah, will my dad treat my mom better."

Harper must be out of her mind!

She knew I was just stalling, but she still wanted to make this deal.

Harper lunged at me, grabbing my arm, almost frantic. "I want this deal. I can let you and Noah be together secretly. I can pretend I don't know he's keeping you here! I need to marry him! Within a week, I must marry him, do you hear me?"

I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and was about to say no.

Harper suddenly threw a stack of photos at me. "Don't be so quick to refuse. Take a good look at these."

I glanced at the photos and froze.

They were all of Grace!

In those photos, Grace was tied up, hung from a tree, whipped, stripped, forced to lick dirty dicks, and had her feet burned.

Why did Grace have to go through this?

I was sure no one knew she was from the Frostbite Pack except me!

To make our revenge easier, we messed with her identity. Even in the Brooks Mansion, I always kept my distance from her in front of others to protect her from harm due to our connection.

"So, have you thought it through? Make a deal with me, and after I marry Noah, you can keep being his secret, and your friend will be freed." Harper's crazed look was gone, replaced with a determined smile.

I clenched my fists, holding back my anger and sadness. "Grace was my roommate when I was a slave at the Brooks Mansion, but you think you can threaten me with a roommate?" I grabbed a photo of Grace hanging from a tree and tore it to pieces. "Then you think too highly of me."

"Really? Since you don't care about her life, you won't mind enjoying the show she puts on for us, right?"

With that, Harper kicked open the door and ordered the maid outside, "Drag Grace in."

Soon enough, a guy dragged a bloody and beaten Grace into my room. Her clothes were in shreds, barely covering anything, and her exposed skin was a mess of scars, not a single patch left untouched.

I clenched my fists tight, forcing myself not to show too much sadness. The more I showed I cared about Grace, the more Harper would hurt her.

Harper kicked the almost lifeless Grace on the ground and sneered, "Ready for the show? It's about to start."

Then Harper stepped aside, and the guy who dragged Grace in whipped out his ugly dick and shoved it into Grace's mouth!

Grace, already struggling to breathe, was now gasping even harder.

She slapped at the guy, but it was useless.

"Enough!" I shoved the guy away and cradled Grace in my arms.

"Grace! Wake up!"

Grace weakly opened her eyes, and when she saw me, she tried to speak, but no sound came out.

I figured she wanted to let me know she had finished the task I assigned her at the Brooks Mansion.

I shook my head at her, wanting to hold her tighter but afraid I'd hurt her more. "Grace, don't talk. I'll get a doctor. We'll talk when you're better."

"Aria, live well, and remember, you must avenge us!" Grace's words were broken, her breath weakening, and her body growing colder.

'Grace, don't leave me!'

My vision blurred, and Grace's bloody body overlapped with Emma's before she died.

'God! Why do you torment me like this? Why do all the people who truly care for and love me have to die? What did I do to deserve this?'

"Don't, Grace, I beg you, don't leave me." Feeling her almost cold body, I held her tight, leaning on her shoulder and pressing my face against hers.

It wasn't until Grace's body went stiff that I slowly laid her on the ground, wiped the blood from her face, and revealed her features.

Poor Grace, she always cared most about her face.

The scene before me grew blurrier, and I couldn't tell if it was Grace or Emma lying there.

It didn't matter anymore. Whether it was Grace or Emma, they were both gone!

I howled, shifting into my wolf form.

I locked onto Harper, stalking her step by step. "I regret it even more now, not killing you before! Today, you must die!"

I raised my paw, and before Harper's maids could react, I tossed them out of the room and swiftly locked the door.

Harper was about to shift when I kicked her down.

I raised my paw, pressing it against Harper's chest. "You vicious fool! Today, I'm gonna dig out your heart and see just how filthy it is to disregard others' lives like this!"

Sharp claws emerged from my paw, and I aimed at Harper's heart, forcefully stabbing my paw in!