Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1067:

Christopher knelt before Anika, grasping her chin in an iron grip and forcing her to look at him. Then, following Rhys’ command, he tore the mask away.

For a fleeting moment, Christopher saw a mixture of fear and disappointment reflected in her wide, stunned eyes.

The disappointment made sense to Christopher.

After all, she had loved Rhys, not him.

But the fear? That unnerved him. They had never crossed paths before this. So, why did she look at him as though he were a ghost? Unless… Suddenly, it clicked.

“Do you know me?” Christopher hissed, his grip tightening as fury seeped into his voice.

Anika shook her head violently, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her denial.

The memory hit Anika like a blow.

A nightmare she had buried for years clawed its way to the surface—a memory of a dark, blood-streaked basement where she had once hidden as a child.

A man, his face contorted into a grotesque grin, lay in a pool of his own blood, his body dismembered. The image was seared into her mind, forever haunting.

“Ugh…” The nausea overwhelmed Anika. She bent forward and retched violently.

Christopher’s suspicions solidified.

Anika had seen his father. She had witnessed the torture inflicted upon his father.

Suddenly, the sound of a slap cracked through the silence as Christopher’s palm connected with Anika’s face.

His eyes blazed with unrestrained fury.

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“Tell me! What happened to my father before he died?” he demanded, his voice trembling with rage.

Anika froze for a second. The man tortured by her father was Christopher’s father?

Anika’s eyes slowly lit up and then widened with a wild, frantic gleam. Was she really dating the son of the man her father had tortured beyond recognition? Had she really slept with him—the son of the man she had found so disgusting and terrifying? She let out a string of maniacal laughs, each one tinged with bitter irony. To her, it was nothing less than karma coming full circle.

A tear of anguish slid down her cheek as she bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood. If the man standing in front of her discovered that his father had been tortured to the point of mutilation, she would be doomed.

Faced with the prospect of enduring the agony of being tortured to death, it would be wise for her to end her own life.

But just before Anika lost consciousness, she glanced defiantly at Rhys, her eyes daring him to understand. She was convinced that even if she and Eugenia died here, someone, somewhere, would make sure they were avenged.

Unfortunately for Anika, every step she had taken since her capture was part of Rhys’ precise calculations.

Anika would die, yes.

But not now.

At least not before spilling some useful information.

Rhys instructed firmly, “Take her away.

Handle her with ‘care’, but remember—she hasn’t confessed everything.

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