His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 42: A Beast

Chapter 42- A beast

Beatrice POV

My fist connected with his face before I even thought twice about it. The impact sent a shockwave up my arm, but I didn't care. The pain he felt—if he even felt pain at all—was nowhere close to what he had put through. His head snapped to the side, but he didn't stagger. Instead, he turned back to , his jaw tightening as his cold eyes bore into mine.

I didn't give him a chance to speak before I let out all the rage, fear, and betrayal that had been boiling inside .

"You jerk! You bastard!" My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "You couldn't even keep your promise!"

Declan remained silent, watching with an unreadable expression. It only fueled my fury.

"You told you'd take sowhere safe!" I continued, my chest rising and falling with each angry breath. "You looked in the eyes and assured I'd be protected! But the mont you and Tyler left, you ordered your useless guards to take back ho, didn't you? You left there, helpless! I was kidnapped, Declan! Do you know what that was like?!"

His lips curled into sothing that wasn't quite a smile. "At least you were saved," he said casually. "You should be grateful you made it out alive."

Grateful? Grateful?!

The sheer audacity of his words made my hands shake. "This is all you have to say?" My voice dropped, but the anger in it remained sharp as a blade. "After everything I went through, this is all you have to say to ?"

Declan shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "What do you expect to do? Fall at your feet and beg for forgiveness?" His voice dripped with amusent.

"You should at least pretend to feel sorry!" I snapped.

"You're lucky I even let you live, Beatrice." His voice turned cold. "If it were up to , I would have left you there to rot. In fact, it was a dream co true—the perfect way to get rid of you. But, unfortunately for , Tyler just had to overhear my guards talking about your little... situation." He let out a mocking sigh. "If it weren't for him, you'd be dead right now."

My stomach twisted, and I clenched my fists. "So you really would've left there? Just like that?"

He scoffed. "Why wouldn't I? Do you really think I ca to rescue you out of the kindness of my heart?" He laughed. "Please, Beatrice. You're not even worth lifting a finger for. When I heard you were gone, I wanted to celebrate. But Tyler wouldn't let . He was so insistent on saving you. It's pathetic, really."

I couldn't breathe. I knew Declan hated , but to hear him say it so... plainly?

I didn't think. I just acted. My hand flew up, ready to slap him across his smug, heartless face—but he caught my wrist mid-air.

His grip was like iron. He twisted my arm slightly, not enough to break it, but enough to make wince.

"I let you punch twice," he said in a deadly whisper, "but don't mistake that for weakness. Try it again, and you'll lose those pretty hands of yours."

I struggled, but he only squeezed harder, his fingers pressing into my skin like a vice. Pain shot through my wrist, and I let out a small groan before he finally let go. My arm fell to my side, throbbing.

He straightened his suit like nothing had happened. "My n will take you to an apartnt to clean up. Tyler is waiting for you at the wedding."

I stiffened. "I'm not going."

Declan sighed, shaking his head. "You still think you have a choice, don't you?" He took a step closer, towering over . "This isn't up for debate, darling. You will get in that apartnt , clean yourself up, and go et Tyler. And you will not tell him what happened to you."

I frowned. "You want to lie to him?"

"Call it whatever you want," he said with a smirk. "But if you tell him you were kidnapped, if you tell him anything that paints in a bad light, I will make sure you never see him again. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard. "You actually care what he thinks about you, don't you?"

His smirk faded.

I saw it then—the fear beneath all that arrogance. He needed Tyler to see him in a certain way. I could use that.

"What if I tell him everything?" I threatened. "What if I tell him you were the reason I got kidnapped in the first place? That you broke your promise? That you left for dead?"

Declan let out a low, cruel laugh. "You can't be this stupid, Beatrice."

I stiffened.

"You think you have the upper hand? You think one word to Tyler will change anything?" He leaned in, his voice lowering. "One mistake from you will cost you your life. So go ahead. Tell him. But if you do, I'll make sure you disappear forever. And don't think for a second that Tyler will figure out the truth."

I swallowed, but he wasn't done.

"I can wait. I can let things settle down, let you think you're safe. And then, months later, I'll make sure you die in a tragic accident. Sothing simple. A car crash, maybe. And Tyler? He'll believe it. He'll mourn you, but he'll never suspect . And just like that... you'll be gone."

A shiver ran down my spine.

Declan smiled. "Your life is in my hands, Beatrice. I can take it anyti I want."

I gritted my teeth, my entire body trembling with rage and fear.

He sighed, pulling out his phone. "I'll be sending you a million dollars," he said casually. "Enough for you to quit your pathetic job and start a new life. You can take care of Tyler better. Make him happy. Because soon... I'll take him from you."

The car ca to a stop.

Declan stepped out, fixing his suit like nothing had happened.

I sat there, frozen, unable to move, unable to think.

I had always known Declan was cruel, but now?

Now I knew just how much of a monster he really was.