CHAPTER 109 She Really Wanted to Take My Life

  Bethany's face twisted with fury as she tightened her grip. Her eyes were filled with hate, and she looked nothing like the innocent angel she once was—now she resembled a bloodthirsty demon.

  I struggled to breathe as I tried to pry her hands off my neck. "W-what... are you doing?" My voice came out in painful gasps.

  The room was dim, with no lights on. Suddenly, Bethany laughed, but it wasn't her usual sweet, innocent laugh. This time, it was a cold, sinister laugh that seemed to linger in the shadows, making her look even more terrifying.

  "What am I doing? I'm taking your life."

  Every word she spat oozed with intense hatred.

  I could understand that she was upset about losing the competition—disappointed, even—but this was something else. The way she kept calling me Kate while clearly resenting me made me feel like I had wronged her in some unimaginable way. But this? It felt like she thought I had dug up her family's grave.