Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)

At last, I see the source of the Carlyn brothers' unhinged behavior.

Amber stood before him, exuding the innocence of someone completely naive.

Whether Penelope truly committed those terrible acts, I can't say. What I do know is that, for as long as I can remember, she's always treated me with warmth and care.

Before my wedding, she was constantly concerned I might face mistreatment, going out of her way to ensure I had everything I needed, even offering the entire family fortune as part of my dowry. After I disappeared, she was the only one in the Sanders who stayed up countless nights, relentlessly searching for any trace of me.

And yet, he's asking me to spill the blood of the elder I love most!

Among the Sanders, Penelope is more straightforward. She likely arrived by plane, though her slightly disheveled hair hints at a rushed journey.

With everything that's happened lately, I haven't had the chance to dwell on Penelope. I never expected to encounter her again under such grim circumstances.

Damian has faithfully served Carter for countless years, and it's clear that Dominic managed to track Penelope down using Damian as a link.

He avoided harming Penelope before, likely biding his time until the moment our family was whole once more.

"Chloe." Penelope's speech has come a long way since before she can now say my full name without stumbling.

I had just told Whitney not to overthink things, but when it comes to my troubles, I've learned it's easier said than done.

"Grandma."

Without hesitation, I dashed toward her.

The sight of her, with her white hair and a face so worn down, pierced my heart with pain.

For someone as resilient as her, has she ever endured such a devastating chapter in her life?

I pulled her into a firm embrace. "Grandma, I'm so sorry. I failed to protect you properly."

"You... you're alive. That's all that matters," she said, her voice trembling.

There wasn't a hint of fear on her face just pure happiness at reuniting with someone she loved.

"Grandma, I found Whitney. She's your granddaughter," I told her gently.

With tears in her eyes, Whitney finally made her way to Penelope's side. "Grandma ... " she murmured softly.

"Good, good," Penelope said warmly, her gaze filled with relief as she looked at us. Then her eyes shifted to Dominic.

"You are..." she asked hesitantly, unsure of his identity, as Dominic appeared to her like a man in his thirties.

From the shadows, Dominic stepped forward calmly into the light and introduced himself with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and gentle, yet it sent a chill down my spine.

Compared to him, Amber suddenly seemed like an angel in comparison.

Without comparison, there's no harm.

Amber might have a short fuse and flare up like a firecracker, but at worst, she's just a little headstrong and defiant.

Dominic, however, is the total opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable of committing the most merciless acts.

Both of his sons have clearly inherited his traits.

Taylor has taken after his father's intimidating presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey, sending shivers through anyone nearby.

Yael, on the other hand, mirrors his father's smile perfectly. With his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when he grins, he looks exactly like Dominic does at this very moment!

"I must apologize for bringing you here in such a crude way," he said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day." He moved with a graceful stride, but I could see the three members of the Sanders shaking with fear.

Kate and Josh only had some bloodstains on them, with no visible signs of injury.

Greg, however, wasn't so fortunate his thumb was gone, severed clean off, and blood was gushing from the wound.

The scream earlier must have come from the one who lost a thumb.

Several other men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood nearby, their faces unfamiliar.

Greg was shaking uncontrollably, and I noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant leg-he was terrified beyond words.

In stark contrast, Penelope, with her gray hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't a trace of fear on her face or in her eyes.

This is nothing but retribution. Even

though Penelope helped them seize the empire, they inherited their

grandfather's incompetence and et

mediogrity, leading to the downfall of the Sanders, stripped of even the most basic human dignity

The next generation was even more pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting themselves before anything had even occurred.

Dominic's steps came to a halt in front of Greg, and he turned to face him.

Greg trembled uncontrollably under Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking so badly that urine splashed onto the floor.

Dominic smiled coldly and said, "Hey, you've made a mess in my place. What should we do about that?"

Already petrified with fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away!"

He hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the urine from the floor.

Penelope, no doubt, must have felt a deep sorrow at the sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing but weak and pitiful.

Apparently, Greg's actions had earned Dominic's approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to the eye than the old woman."

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Dominic raised his hand, and someone immediately handed him a dagger.

The blade gently pressed against Greg's chin, so close to his throat that Greg dared not move, even a tremor.

"Tell me," Dominic's voice was icy, "Do you want to live?"

He blinked, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

"Good. I'll give you a chance. Take the knife and kill any of your relatives here, and you'll be spared."

It was a twisted game of death.

Dominic tossed the knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone, there will be consequences."

Shaking, Greg reached for the knife lying on the ground, muttering the same two words over and over, "Kill, kill someone....

"Yes, kill someone from the Sanders, and you'll be spared."

A chair was brought over for Dominic, who sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds as if he had all the time in the world.

He had waited patiently for years, and today should finally bring him the satisfaction he had longed for.

What a spectacle this was.novelbin

Greg's hand tightened around the knife as his eyes scanned over his beloved parents.

At this moment, the ugliness of human nature was laid bare.

I had expected them to step forward, offering themselves so that Greg could kill them and save his life.

But they didn't.

Josh spoke up, "He despises us completely. He's just toying with us. Don't fall for his lies, Greg."

Everyone knew he could be lying, but when faced with the end, who would let go of even the faintest glimmer of hope?

Even if that hope were as fragile as a spider's thread, they would still hold onto it with everything they had.

However, Whitney was a foolish outlier. She moved forward and said, "Greg, kill me."

At that moment, Penelope spoke up, "The Sanders owe you. Take my life to settle the debt and save these innocent children." "Innocent?"

Dominic sneered, his expression darkening with a touch of savagery.

"Was my mother innocent back

then? She had just given birth to my sister, and you-you didn't even

show mercy to her! It's nothing short of barbaric!"

His voice suddenly turned harsh, losing its earlier refinement. "Greg, what are you waiting for?"

Penelope sighed as she gazed at Greg. "Greg, if my life can save yours, go ahead and kill me. I won't hold it against you."

Greg walked forward, holding the dagger, but his eyes weren't on Penelope.

He was looking at me.

And so, he made his choice-he chose me.

I sank to my knees, staring at him in a daze as if my heart had been emptied. I whispered, "Greg, do you want to kill me again?"