The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: My Hell

The sky rumbled as a downpour swallowed everything in sight. Umbrellas moved in flocks, guiding people to their destinations; car wipers fought against the rain as traffic slowed to a crawl; others huddled under awnings, waiting for the storm to pass.

But someone out there couldn’t be bothered by the weather.

In the middle of the cemetery, the rain was drowned out by the sound of a shovel striking the earth—heavy, violent, relentless. Soil flew upward with each swing, splattering across the headstone and grass. The storm’s pitter-patter faded beneath the rhythm of angry screams.

In it was Lola.

"Young Madam..." Izu called quietly, standing a short distance away. His umbrella hung forgotten at his side as he watched her from under the rain.

Lola didn’t care. Why would she?

Her soaked hair clung to her face, her blouse stuck to her skin, and mud painted her hands and legs. But she kept digging, too immersed in her fury to feel the cold or the exhaustion. Each shove of the shovel was accompanied by a low, unsuccessful scream that sounded like a grunt, as she dug through the soaked soil above Loren’s grave.

Izu stood still, his expression tight with concern. He could hear her faint, soundless screams. The kind even thunder couldn’t muffle.

Meanwhile, Lola kept going like the world itself had wronged her. Every time the shovel hit the ground, she lost another piece of herself. Her chest heaved, her breath sharp and uneven.

Did it make her feel better?

Absolutely not.

If anything, it made the fury burn hotter.

"How..." she hissed through clenched teeth, slamming the shovel into the mud. The soil was heavier now with the rain soaking through it, but she didn’t care. "...dare you?!"

Finally, a piercing scream tore from her throat as she drove the shovel into the ground with all her might.

THUD!

Lola’s shoulders trembled as she panted, chest rising and falling like waves in a storm. Her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, her eyes red and wild. She didn’t even know if she was crying anymore, as her face was already wet with the rain.

But no tears came.

Her eyes stung, her chest burned, but nothing fell. It was as if her body had forgotten how to cry.

"Of all the people..." she spat out, her voice breaking. "Of all the people — LOREN YOUNG!"

Yet, her scream simply dissolved into the rain.

All her life, she told herself she was born to suffer. It was almost a joke to her—a cruel kind of humor she’d learned to live with. But now, standing in this grave, it didn’t feel like a joke at all.

Because the person who caused all that suffering... was the one she loved the most.

Loren.

Her mother, her guide, her everything, and her greatest betrayer.

Lola wasn’t born to suffer. Loren made her suffer.

And with that realization, every memory she’d cherished shattered into a thousand pieces. Every moment, every laugh, every lullaby now felt like lies whispered in the dark. A single handwritten paper wouldn’t be able to save all of it.

"Why..." she breathed, lifting the shovel again before slamming it down. "WHY?!"

Thud!

Mud and water splashed up again, adding more dirt to her arms and legs. But she didn’t stop. She struck again and again, harder than the last, until the wood beneath the shovel cracked.

Still, she kept going.

Her screams rose with every strike, raw and heart-wrenching, tearing through the storm like lightning.

THUD!

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