Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 116

Chapter 2

The bright, lively little girl I once knew should have been blossoming into a radiant teenager by now. Instead, she appeared so frail and undernourished that it seemed as if she might simply fade away—delicate, like a flower on the verge of wilting.

The fear etched deeply in her eyes struck me with a sharp, piercing pain that tightened my chest unbearably.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here,” I whispered, grasping her hand gently despite the tears streaming down my face. I was determined to rescue her from this living nightmare.

There were six long years of mistakes and neglect to atone for, and I vowed silently to make her the happiest girl in the world—a true princess in every sense.

But before we could move forward, a voice cut through the moment like ice. “Oh, so you think you can just walk away after hitting me and threatening Mr. Shaw?” The assistant sneered, stepping deliberately into our path.

I squared my shoulders and narrowed my eyes. “You really believe you can stop me from leaving? Interfering with my freedom?”

“Freedom? Ha! You want to talk about freedom here in New York?” she spat, her tone dripping with contempt. “Listen closely, sweetheart—around here, even the air you breathe belongs to the Shaws!”

Her cruel laughter echoed harshly in the stale air.

Darkness clouded my expression. All these years, I’d been working myself to the bone in that cursed place, sacrificing everything for America. Meanwhile, those in power were probably pulling strings behind the scenes, favoring Sebastian as some twisted reward for my suffering.

Instead, they’d only bred a group of ruthless, power-hungry monsters.

But the boy sneered again. “No water. I want you to lick it clean.”

Her face drained of color. “Tyler, I’m your sister. How can you make me do that?”

“Ew, don’t flatter yourself,” he snapped. “You’re just some bastard kid Dad had with a dead loser. I’m Mom and Dad’s only real child. So, are you gonna lick it or not? Because if you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

“I’ll do it,” she whispered, glancing at me one last time before turning back, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hesitantly stuck out her tongue to lick that filthy toy.

My heart broke all over again.