D'andre returned ho with a newfound motivation and a sense of gladness.
He even hugged his little sister, who was still up watching cartoons, with a smile. Although most of his happiness was because he had found the money for her cure, he did not inform her.
He didn't plan to inform her yet. Not until he had gotten his revenge on that whore.
As the thought crossed his mind, it was as though he had issued an order to the universe, for his phone rang. The caller was none other than his girlfriend.
D'andre stared at the caller ID for a second.
A picture was displayed.
An innocent and beautiful blonde with a smile that revealed a row of perfect white teeth. A face that would appear on TVs and rock the dia one day.
D'andre's look turned into a glare. Only he knew that angelic face was hiding a demonic whore.
"Brother… why do you look so pissed?" Danica asked worriedly, for it was rare to see him so worked up.
D'andre fixed his expression right away. He could not let his little angel see his dark side. He told her not to worry, that it was a spam call, before rushing to his room with the excuse that he was going to have his bath.
Once he reached the room, the number called again and he did not hesitate to pick up.
"Hello, darling." A sweet, lodic voice ca from the phone, carrying a playful, romantic tone.
"Hey, Cecilia," he responded.
"What's wrong, darling? You don't sound so excited to hear my voice. Was work that stressful today?" Her tone was that of worry this ti.
D'andre gritted his teeth.
With no idea of what was going to happen in the near future, he would've fallen for those sweet, worried voices.
"Yeah, work was stressful, and by the way, I am quitting," he said.
This was part of his first plan.
"What? You are quitting? Why is that? Did anyone offend you at work today? Was it your boss? Did she try to have her way with you again?" she asked.
"It was for a personal reason. Don't worry yourself."
"But… darling, rember, next tomorrow marks two years that we've been dating, and you promised a new Gucci bag. How are you going to afford it now?"
D'andre paused for a second.
'How foolish was I to actually fall in love with such a selfish and shaless whore? Even at a mont like this, she still asks for a fucking expensive gift!'
"Hello… you're not replying. Are you still going to get the bag for ? You know I've always wanted it," she asked again, seeing as he gave no response.
"I will figure sothing out," he responded blankly. "Good night."
"Wait… are you going to cut the call without telling you love m—"
D'andre cut the call before she completed her statent.
He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the phone with rage. The screen cracked, and the shattered glass injured his palm, but he ignored the pain. The rage within him was stronger at this mont.
D'andre cald his mind with the thoughts of curing his sister of the ailnt tornting her.
As he thought about changing the dark mory that had always haunted him, even in the world of Emperor's Domain, he fell asleep.
The next morning arrived quickly.
And he imdiately rushed to the hospital alone.
He t with Danica's personal doctor and they discussed the treatnt.
Alongside surgery and other treatnts required to get rid of her ailnt completely, the total amount was around two hundred thousand.
He paid in full and they scheduled when she would begin her treatnt.
After he was done, he sent Rowan a ssage to proceed with the other parts of their plan.
For the rest of the day, he went shopping for food items and clothes for his little sister. Original content can be found at novelFirｅ
When he brought them ho, she was so excited and appreciative that D'andre even felt like going outside to buy more for her.
He still did not inform her that he had already paid for her treatnt in full.
He went to sleep, and the next morning arrived.
D'andre got dressed in neat, casual clothes and set out to his girlfriend's house.
On his way, he bought a cheap bouquet of flowers and chocolate.
Then he booked a taxi and drove straight to her house.
As he got out of the taxi, his gaze remained fixed on the house.
The mories of what he had seen in his previous life replayed in his mind.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist with rage.
But if he should let this rage get the best of him, he would only ruin his revenge plan and might even commit murder.
So he wore a gentle smile and strolled to his girlfriend's house.
Outside, he spotted so expensive shoes that belonged to a man.
'He is already here. Wearing the sa shoes just like I rembered,' D'andre thought.
He heaved a sigh. He already knew the scene he was going to et inside.
He did not knock and simply opened the door and walked inside.
The sitting room was empty. The TV in the room was on, and a romantic movie was being displayed.
The lead actor of the movie was none other than the bastard sleeping with his girlfriend at the mont.
D'andre sneered.
'His future would be over in a few minutes' ti. I can't wait to see the look on their faces afterwards.'
He held the flowers and sat on the chair in the living room as he already knew what was happening in the bedroom.
He grabbed the remote and switched to a news channel.
"For the past two weeks, reports of missing pro gars have surfaced. Just yesterday, yet another top player of the best-selling video ga Emperor's Domain was confird missing," the newscaster announced.
D'andre's face twisted in confusion as the newscaster went deeper into the details.
'So there were even reports like these. How co they weren't popular enough? There was no ntion of this even in the gaming community back then, if I rember correctly.'
While he was pondering, two footsteps hurried over.
He turned in that direction and spotted his girlfriend, whose hair was a ss, wearing only a towel that barely covered her naked and sweaty body.
The other person was a guy with good looks and more than six feet of height. He was wearing a pair of boxers, and the look in his eyes right now was filled with rage.
"You… how dare you enter a lady's house without knocking?" the guy said.
A smile slowly crept on D'andre's face. Now was the ti to deal with this bastard.
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