This couldn’t go on. If the T Organization wasn’t stopped, more lives would be lost. Katelyn’s jaw tightened as a fire ignited in her chest. This wasn’t just about survival anymore—it was war.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, shattering the silence.
Katelyn’s breath hitched when she saw the call was from an untraceable international number. The voice on the other end was cold and distorted, masked by a voice changer.
“Feeling helpless yet, Katelyn? How does it feel to watch people die because of you? Do their faces haunt you when you try to sleep at night?” The mockery in the voice was sharp. Each word cut deeper.
On a rooftop nearby, Sophia lowered her binoculars with a satisfied smirk. Through the lens, she had seen every flicker of pain on Katelyn’s face. To Sophia, this was the perfect kind of revenge—slow, relentless, and deeply personal.
Katelyn’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she spoke into the phone.
“Sophia,” she said with an icy tone. “I know this is your doing. I should’ve killed you the moment I had the chance.”
She still held on to the memories of their days together at Pine Mountain, eager to discover the reason behind Sophia’s deep-seated hatred. But different things always seemed to hold her up.
Sophia’s taunting laughter came through the line.
“You’ve always been too sentimental. You won’t get another shot. Next time we meet, I’ll make sure it’s your corpse lying on the ground.”
Her tone turned sharp, almost cutting.
“You ruin everything you touch, Katelyn. You’ve brought nothing but ill-luck to everyone around you. You should’ve been dead a long time ago.”
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Katelyn’s expression didn’t waver, though her fingers tightened around the phone.
“One day,” she said in a low and steady voice, “I’ll make you pay. Every innocent life you’ve taken will be avenged.”
Sophia’s voice dripped with mockery.
“I’ll be waiting.”
The call ended with a hollow click.
Katelyn stared at her reflection in the darkened screen, her features drawn and cold. Her gaze shifted to Yanis’s still form. Doubt began to creep into Katelyn’s mind. Was Sophia right? Did she bring destruction to everyone who came near her?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp echo of hurried footsteps coming from the stairwell.
Upon hearing the news, Vincent rushed to the scene, only to be met with the unsettling sight of Yanis lying lifeless on the ground, with Katelyn standing nearby, her hands stained with blood. The scene of the car accident was unmistakable.
Vincent’s eyes darkened, his voice low as he spoke. “Is this like what happened with Amiri? A murder covered up by silencing the truth?”
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