The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439 The Blood Offering

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Before dawn, the Black Desert howled with wind and sand. Charlie stood before an ancient altar, eyes flickering with the feverish gleam of madness. Draped in a black priest’s robe, a golden amulet of Anubis hung over his chest, glinting cerily under the torchlight.

“Bring up the sacrifice!” Charlie’s voice echoed through the barren desert.

The rattle of heavy chains drew nearer. Bandits dragged Sloane, Lucas, and the others toward the altar. Sloane’s hands were bound in bone–forged cuffs lined with inward barbs–each movement drove them deeper into her flesh. Dried blood crusted her lips, but her gaze remained clear and defiant.

Lucas looked even worse. His right arm hung limp, clearly dislocated. His face was swollen and bruised, yet he still held his head high. Shawn and Hart were chained together, both battered and bleeding.

“The time has come.” Charlie raised a ruby–encrusted ceremonial dagger, its blade glowing crimson in the rising light. “Anubis shall witness this sacred hour!”

Guards forced Sloane onto the altar. Her white clothing was already soaked in red. Charlie bent down, drawing the blade lightly across her arm, leaving a thin line of blood.

Below the altar, Lucas jerked his head up, his eyes blazing like a demon’s. His hoarse roar tore through the wind. “Charlie! If you lay a finger on her, I swear–every last one of your damned family will pay! I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth and beyond the grave–until one of us is nothing but dust!”

The murderous fury in his voice made even the guards step back. His chains shrieked as he struggled, blood dripping steadily onto the sand, blooming into crimson stains against the pale dunes.

Charlie sneered. “Mr. Hawthorne, such grand threats. Unfortunately…” He trailed the dagger teasingly along Sloane’s neck. “You can’t even protect yourself. What can you possibly do to me?”

Ignoring Lucas, Charlie lifted the dagger and aimed for Sloane’s heart.

Just as the blade descended, Lucas let out a sound that wasn’t human–a raw, guttural scream. With a violent wrench, his right arm cracked; the bone dislocated again as he tore it free from the shackles.

“Ah!” His roar echoed through the desert as he lunged, pain fueling his strength. He slammed into Charlie, both of them crashing down onto the altar.

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Chapter 439 The Blood Offering

Lucas was already barely conscious, his vision swimming from the fall. Charlie scrambled up, straddling him, eyes filled with rage.

“You’re dead!” he snarled, plunging the dagger into Lucas’s left arm. The blade sank to the bone. Lucas grunted in agony but refused to cry out–he sank his teeth into Charlie’s shoulder, clamping down with all his strength.

Then a burst of flame cut through the chaos. Sloane had broken free somehow; she grabbed a torch from the altar and smashed it into the back of Charlie’s head. The torch exploded in sparks as it struck. Charlie howled and lost his grip.

Lucas seized the moment. Gritting his teeth, he yanked the dagger from his own arm and, in one swift motion, drove it straight into Charlie’s right eye.

“Ahhh—my eye!” Charlie’s scream tore through the desert air. Blood gushed from the ruined socket as he stumbled backward, collapsing into the sand, writhing in blind agony.

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