He Laughed at My Tears, Now He Cries Alone Chapter 12

He Laughed at My Tears, Now He Cries Alone Chapter 12

Derek grabbed Tiffany and bolted for the stairs.

Tiffany had been coddled her entire life; at this point, she could barely stay on her feet.

But the cockroaches swarmed after them, as if they had locked onto their targets.

The other men weren’t so lucky.

Some had barely taken two steps before they were tackled to the floor.

The uniformed bodyguards strode over and began shoving the insects straight into their mouths.

Only then did they realize they had provoked the wrong person.

But it was far too late.

“Fuck, this is all Tiffany’s fault.”

“That goddamn Claire Monroe is more poisonous than a black widow.”

Upstairs, Tiffany couldn’t run any farther. Her foot slipped, and she went down hard.

A tide of cockroaches immediately surged toward her.

The bodyguards were right behind them.

I had just opened the door of the Maserati when Tiffany’s bloodcurdling scream echoed from inside the house.

“A lovely sound.”

I slid into the passenger seat.

Morgan slammed her foot on the gas, and the sports car shot away.

The car finally came to a stop at a secluded mountaintop estate.

It was surrounded by a dense forest and a private lake.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Adrian Cross walking toward me.

His face was usually a cold, impenetrable mask.

Only when he saw me did the chill in his eyes recede.

“Claire.”

But when his gaze took in the state I was in, his expression hardened instantly.

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

This time, I wouldn’t stop him.