Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 634

Kristen was freaking out.

“No, Clive, please, just let me explain…” She saw the hard, hateful look on Clive’s face and realized he really meant it this time. He wasn’t going to let her stay.

“Cameron! Cameron, didn’t you say you wanted me by your side?” Kristen grabbed at Cameron’s hand, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want to go, I—”

Her voice broke off as Cameron quietly, methodically, pried her fingers away from his arm. The look in his eyes was so cold, so distant, it was like he’d never even known her.

He just stared at her, like she was a stranger.

Clive’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and mocking. “Cameron, since you two slept together, you might want to get yourself checked at the hospital.”

Then he yanked Kristen up and dragged her out, not caring about all the people staring as he pulled her through the lobby and shoved her into the back of a waiting car.

Aiden was at the wheel.

“To the docks,” Clive said.

“Got it.” Aiden glanced at Kristen sobbing in the backseat, but his face showed nothing but cold satisfaction. He’d spent weeks digging up Kristen’s past for Clive and what he’d found was ugly. She was a total fake. He’d never liked her, not even when she worked at the company.

At first, Kristen kept crying and begging, but Clive didn’t even flinch. His expression was pure ice.

“If you don’t leave, or if you ever show your face in Alson Creek again, I’ll make sure you end up in prison,” he said, voice low and deadly.

Kristen curled up in the seat, staring out the window, eyes burning with anger.

They reached the docks.

A speedboat was waiting there. Clive dragged her from the car and practically tossed her onto the deck.

“Take her to the drop-off,” he ordered.

The captain nodded, cap pulled low. “Understood, Mr. Salmeron.”

Kristen just collapsed on the deck, drained. “Clive!” Her voice was thin and shaky. “After all these years, was there ever a moment you actually cared about me?”

Clive paused, his back stiff.

Love? He closed his eyes. What he remembered wasn’t Kristen at all—it was Amelia, years ago, chasing after him, asking him to wait. He’d barely ever stopped for her. He always thought she’d catch up. He always thought she’d be there.

Ryan smiled, but his eyes were pure ice. “This is my boat. What do you think?”

Kristen backed up until she hit the railing. Behind her was nothing but open sea, but it was Ryan in his black clothes who truly terrified her.

“Ryan, what are you doing?” Her voice trembled. For the first time, real fear crashed over her.

Clive, for all his threats, would never actually kill her. He wasn’t ruthless enough for that.

But Ryan? Ryan was different.

There was a kind of madness in him that you could just feel.

“Since you like playing dirty little games, I figured I’d play one with you,” Ryan said, pulling a revolver from behind his back. He opened the cylinder, dumped out five bullets, and left just one inside.

He raised an eyebrow, a crooked, dangerous smile on his lips as he watched Kristen start to shake.

Slowly, he leveled the gun at her.

“Let’s see if you survive five tries.”