“I only want the man who killed my mother to go to jail. Is that so difficult?”
I threw the whip with iron spikes at her feet.
“Or you can whip him ninety-nine times yourself. I’ll pretend I saw none of this and let him go.”
Richard shook with fear, but he still spat cruel words as he shouted, “You devil! No wonder you couldn’t get Larissa pregnant. No wonder your mother died early, you damned impotent!”
“I did want to kill my mother. Do you know what she said before she died? She was crying and calling your name.”
I sat back on the sofa, my face hard and empty.
“Larissa, I’ll count to three. If you don’t do it, we’ll get divorced.”
Larissa looked torn. She took the whip, her hands shaking and handed it to the bodyguard.
After that, Larissa then dropped to her knees.
“Please, Ajax. Richard is sick. You can’t hurt him. Just hit me instead.”
Seeing her like that, I felt bored out of nowhere.
“Hit you, huh? Fine. I’ll end the life of that baby you’re carrying while I’m at it.”
I stood up, took the whip and struck out.
“No!” Richard shouted as he broke free and threw himself in front of Larissa.