Her smile deepened. "And your eyes—they're so beautiful. I'll dig them out and use them for my engagement to Carlos. Wouldn't that be lovely?"
I wasn't the type to talk. My gaze locked on her chest. Without hesitation, I drove the shard forward in a vicious thrust.
I wanted to see her bravado crack—to watch her tremble, beg, break.
But that moment never came.
Because Carlos stepped in front of her.
Blood bloomed across his white shirt like ink in water.
"Are you insane?!" Kianna's voice rang with fury. "If you want to vent your madness, come at me. Why him? Do you even realize—he was born with a condition? He can't stop the bleeding!"
My grip twisted tighter, forcing him down. "Now you understand."
"Diego! Don't drag an innocent family into this!" Kianna shrieked.
"Oh? Then my mother deserved to be paralyzed, is that it?" I spat sarcastically.
Without a shred of mercy, I shoved Carlos into the pool. Blood from the knife smeared across Kianna's dress.
The sudden chaos left everyone frozen, too afraid to intervene.
She called me a lunatic, but behind her fury, those eyes... trembled with something else.
"Crazy?" I sneered. "Isn't this exactly what you've been pushing me toward?"