His Perfect Wife Died The Day He Made Her Kneel Chapter 05

His Perfect Wife Died The Day He Made Her Kneel Chapter 05

“What did you just say?”

Chloe froze mid-step, turning back to look at him with absolute, utter bewilderment. “You are ordering me to crawl and bow to her?”

“I am still legally your fiancée. Aren’t you terrified of the entire city mocking you behind your back for humiliating your own bride?”

“She is your own sister, yet you ruthlessly shoved her down a shaft without a single shred of remorse, didn’t you?”

Julian’s gaze remained razor-sharp, his voice entirely devoid of warmth. “I hold everyone to the exact same standard, regardless of who they are.”

Turning to his men, he barked, “Bodyguards! Execute the order immediately!”

Two massive, stone-faced security guards stepped forward, flanking her tightly. With an overwhelming, brutal force, they shoved her downward, forcing her knees to slam violently against the polished hardwood floor.

“Get your hands off me! Julian Vance, you absolute monster! I regret the day I ever fell in love with you…!”

Before she could finish her desperate curse, a heavy hand slammed against the back of her head, forcing her face down until her forehead cracked painfully against the floor.

“No! Stop! I was lying just to piss you off! I didn’t push her! She threw herself down on purpose!”

Chloe tried desperately to explain, but Julian had already turned his back on her. He sprinted past the landing, racing down toward the bottom of the maintenance shaft to rescue the illegitimate daughter.

“Ma’am, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” one of the guards muttered, his voice laced with a tense hesitation. “If we have to physically force you down with every step, it’s only going to look far more humiliating for you.”

Thud!

Chloe clenched her teeth, her eyes burning crimson as she silently endured the agonizing, deeply degrading torture.

Step by agonizing step, bow after agonizing bow.

Her forehead quickly split open, blood pooling and dripping onto the floor, leaving a long, horrific crimson trail marking her slow progress.

Yet, compared to the physical agony racking her body, the sharp, stabbing pain tearing through her heart was infinitely worse.

Half an hour later, Chloe found herself kneeling out on the asphalt driveway right outside the estate gates. The brutal combination of physical exhaustion and psychological devastation left her right on the precipice of a total collapse.

But no matter how freezing the asphalt beneath her knees felt, it couldn’t possibly compare to the absolute ice ruling Julian’s heart.

Five years of devotion, and this was her grand reward.

He truly possessed a terrifying capacity for cruelty. For the sake of a bastard child, he had ruthlessly forced his own fiancée to crawl and bow across ninety-nine brutal stone steps.

As streams of hot blood cascaded down her face, blurring her vision, she heard the frantic approach of heavy footsteps and forced her stiff neck upward.

Julian brushed past her without offering a single passing glance, his arms cradling an unconscious Evelyn tightly against his chest.

Slowly, a massive crowd of onlookers gathered around her, pointing fingers, whispering, and filling the air with judgmental hums.

“Can you believe that’s the proud Sterling heiress? Reduced to looking like a pathetic, broken dog.”

“To think the eldest Miss Sterling is being treated like a common slave by her own fiancé. This isn’t just a punishment—it’s a blatant statement that he doesn’t care about her at all.”

“Well, it’s glaringly obvious that Mr. Vance Vance values the second Miss Sterling infinitely more. I suppose that’s the price you pay for being an unruly, unhinged brat…”

Through the dizzying haze of pain, she faintly caught the hesitant voice of one of the bodyguards. He seemed to be on the phone, calling Julian for further instructions.

“Mr. Vance, the Madam is bleeding quite heavily from her head. Should we call an ambulance to the scene?”

On the other end of the line, Julian’s voice sounded breathless and hurried, the background filled with the chaotic shouting of emergency room nurses.

“There is no need,” Julian barked coldly. “She needs to learn a lesson so she finally understands the consequences of her hysterical behavior. As long as she still has a breath in her body, she’ll be fine…”

Right before darkness claimed her, those brutally indifferent, ice-cold words drilled straight into her consciousness.

Hysterical behavior?

In his eyes, everything she did, everything she suffered, was reduced to a mere childish tantrum.

Without asking for context, without seeking a single shred of truth, he had instantly convicted her of throwing a malicious fit.

In a single instant, a violent shock of emotional numbness radiated from her chest, as if an invisible, monstrous hand had clamped around her heart and squeezed with all its might, trying to pulverize it into dust.

At that exact moment, the agonizing physical trauma racking her body completely faded away, utterly eclipsed by the agonizing, shredding despair tearing her soul to ribbons.

The final cord holding her sanity together snapped cleanly, and her consciousness began to spin wildly out of control.

The world turned completely black, and she lost consciousness entirely.

……

When she opened her eyes, Chloe Sterling was lying in a cold hospital bed.

Julian Vance stared down at her, his deep, piercing eyes tracing her face. His jaw line was tightly locked. His expression remained entirely devoid of human emotion.

“Consider yourself lucky. It’s just minor abrasions. Your pretty face isn’t ruined.”

“But if you ever pull a stunt like this again, your punishment won’t be this simple.”

A sudden flicker of life finally returned to her hollow eyes. There was no anger. There was no despair. Only pure, unadulterated mockery.

“Oh… THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

Julian deliberately slowly shaved the skin off an apple, his icy tone gradually forcing itself to soften. “Everything I did… I did it for your own good, Chloe.”

“For my own good? Then do me a favor and just kill me instead.”

Without warning, his hands slammed down onto her shoulders, his face hardening into an unyielding, meticulous grimace. “She is your sister, Chloe! If a scandal like this leaks to the press, it will ruin both of us and destroy our family reputation.”

“I’m telling you for the last time—she is not my sister.”

Chloe’s gaze turned predatory and lethal, grinding out every single syllable with absolute certainty. “A disgusting piece of trash whose blood is entirely contaminated with filth doesn’t possess the right to be my sister.”

“Why the hell can’t you just listen to me for once?!”

Julian let out a frustrated, deafening roar. In his blind impatience, he completely lost control of his strength, his thumb violently hammering down right against her raw, contorted contusion.

The iron pressure instantly ruptured the flesh underneath. Crimson blood erupted through the layers of sterile gauze, soaking the white fabric into a bleeding, horrific smear within a fraction of a second.