I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 126

If he ever found out who it was, he’d beat the man to a pulp.

“That night… I was all alone,” she continued, her voice trembling. “There was a huge storm, just like this one. The power was out, and it was pitch black. Then the labor pains started. It was agony. I screamed and screamed, but there was no one to hear me.”

“If my neighbor, Zelma, hadn’t had a bad feeling and come to check on me, wading through the storm… it would have been five bodies that night, not one.”

With that, she broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. She rarely allowed herself to think about those five years, how she had survived. She didn’t know why she was telling Jareth all this, why she was letting him see her cry.

Hearing her heartbroken sobs, Jareth shifted closer. He lifted his arm and draped it over her shoulder, tucking her small frame against his side.

“Go on and cry,” he said softly. “I won’t judge you.”

He couldn't. To laugh at her pain would make him less than human. In fact, a deep sense of admiration bloomed within him. She had endured so much, all alone. And through it all, she hadn't given up, raising her children while teaching herself new skills.

The crack of his knuckles echoed in the quiet room. If that bastard were standing in front of him right now, Jareth would tear him apart.

“Ms. Lynn,” he said through clenched teeth, “tell me who he is. I’ll go find him and settle the score for you. I’ll make him pay.”

Niamh realized she had said too much. She quickly stopped crying and pushed his hand off her shoulder. “It’s all in the past, Mr. Bragg. The hardest days are over. I know things will only get better from here. Thank you for your concern.”

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