Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 426

His grip was iron-strong around my throat, the pressure making a sickening crunching noise. I

struggled to breathe, my vision blurring with flashes of light. Instinctively, my hands clawed at his,

desperate to pry them away.

"You think you can disrespect me? You brought this upon yourself, you're..." His rant was cut short as a

shadow moved with lightning speed. Before I could comprehend what happened, Jaylan was sent

flying, and I ended up sprawling onto the couch.

A thunderous crash echoed through the room, followed by a dull thud. A large decorative vase that

stood nearby had toppled, shattering into pieces across the hardwood floor.

Gulping in fresh air, I was seized by a violent coughing fit, gasping for breath. The terror of suffocation

had been overwhelming, and now, with tears and mucus streaming down my face, I didn't bother to

clean them, focused only on stabilizing my ragged breathing as waves of seething anger rushed at me.

Hannah quickly examined my neck, babbling apologies. "I'm so sorry, miss! It's my fault, I should have

looked after you better!"

We had an unspoken understanding, Hannah and I. I knew her concern was genuine, but her words

were part of an act.

Furious, I glared at Jaylan, who was trying to get up. I shoved Hannah aside and charged at him,

kicking him with all the primal force I could muster - a release for my pent-up rage.

Though my kick was amateurish, it was effective. Jaylan, caught off guard, stumbled back to the

ground. I wasn't done yet. "You think you can lay hands on me, Jaylan? You've got another thing

coming..."

I never thought he'd dare to hurt me so openly, and rage clouded my judgment.

I didn't give him a chance to react. I pounced on top of him, my mind filled with images of Hertha

beating Marissa. I mimicked the moves, slapping him fiercely, "That's for touching me!"

"Aaliyah, I’m gonna kill you..." he growled, trying to sit up and fight back.

Hannah stepped forward quickly, kicking him in the head. "If you so much as twitch, I'll break your

hands. Whichever one you move, that's the one I'll disable. Try me!"

Her words worked like magic; he didn't dare move after that.

Hannah loomed over him. "Mr. Wilburn sent me to protect the lady. He knew a day might come when

you'd turn on her. He bet right, so don't blame me for not being nice. You make a move, I'll make you

regret it."

Her message to Jaylan was clear - she was sent by Mr. Wilburn. I wasn't alone; the Wilburn family had

my back.

Jaylan, cunning as he was, ceased to resist upon hearing Hannah's declaration. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I unleashed my fury like a lioness, roaring as I raised my hand again and again, slapping him

mercilessly. I poured two months' worth of anger into my punches, not caring if I was hitting his head or

backside, until he was bleeding from his mouth.

Hannah, not realizing how intense I'd become, only intervened when I could slap no more.

"Enough, miss, stop! You'll hurt yourself!" she pleaded.

I was indeed exhausted, struggling to even stand from atop that wretched man.

Her words alarmed me, and I rushed to the bathroom to wash the blood off my hands.

Carefully inspecting my hands, I found them red but unharmed. Relief washed over me as I internally

chastised myself for forgetting such a risk. Updated at Drąmanovеls.cоm

That was too close.