𝕾𝕴𝕹𝕴𝕾𝕿𝕰ℝ 🖤 - by Adanne 💕 Chisom 🌺

Reader Discretion: SINISTER contains some disturbing and graphic scenes, including gore and violence. Please read at your own discretion. Court Room I was lost in my imagination. “Miss Cassie.” “Miss Cassie,” the prosecutor called repeatedly. I rolled my eyes. Damn, I'm still in the fucking courtroom. Shit. These fucking people should just give me the damn sentence. “Miss Cassie,” the prosecutor snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. “I asked a question.” “You did.” “Rewind. I didn't hear.” If glares could kill, I would be long gone. The prosecutor's eyes were practically killing me. I looked across the stand. Damn. I saw that bitch's face. She was miserable. And I fucking liked it. I could pay millions just to see that bitch looking like that. “How did you kill him?” “You wanna know?” I grinned sinisterly. “I'm willing to share.” I looked at the bitch across the stand again. Yeah. That fucker is my sister. I smirked. Gawd, how much I loved the hurt in her eyes. Then I started. “I already knew his every move, you know. He was my ex-husband.” I grinned again. “I stalked him for a month to learn his schedule. I knew he was going to be drunk that night. Who wouldn't be? He was celebrating his partnership with Celuxe Building Estate.” I paused. “I paid a waiter to add pills into his drink.” Dude passed out. Shit. I laughed. “So he needed an Uber. I volunteered myself. You know, I'm nice.” I chuckled. “Shit, it was funny.” “Can you go straight to the point?” the prosecutor said, obviously pissed. “Don't rush me,” I snapped. I cleared my throat. “He woke up with a knife lodge in his ear.” He was shocked to see me 'cause he locked me up for stalking few months ago. Man didn't know I would find my way out. “Aaaaaaaaah!” I laughed. “I can still remember his cries. It was like music to my ears.” He was like, “Please, Cas. Don't do this.” I frowned. Damn. That word pissed me off. Why was he begging? The fuck, why? “When I begged him not to divorce me to marry my sister, he literally laughed at me .” I stared at my sister. “Now he was begging.” I scoffed. “What the fuck did he think I was going to feel?” I started dragging him to the bathroom. The knife was still lodged in his ear, his entire body tightly bound. As I dragged him across the floor, the knife pushed in deeper. “Damn.” His fucking blood came rushing out, splattering across my tiles. I stared at the mess, still fucking pissed. “I asked him what my sister gave him that I didn't have.” He just kept begging. And that pissed me off even more. “Out of anger, I hit his head against the bathtub.” The courtroom gasped. I laughed again. “He said, ‘Please, Cas. I'm expecting a baby.’” I mimicked his voice perfectly. “Please, you know I'm expecting a baby.” I laughed in mockery. “What the fuck is my business with that?” I continued hitting his head against the bathtub. His blood splashed everywhere. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.” I grinned. “It splashed on my face.” I paused. “Damn. It had a metallic taste.” I grinned again. “Can you get me some water?” I asked the prosecutor. “He eyes nearly strangled me.” The prosecutor stared at me in disbelief. “What happened to his body?” I looked at her. My lips slowly curled into a smirk. “You sure you wanna know?”

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