The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 774: My Chest’s Wide Open

"Pray to God that whatever drug is in me right now doesn’t wear off... and that no antidote reaches me. Because once it does, I will come for you—even if I have to drag myself through the depths of the nine hells."

Melissa gulped. Seeing the madness swirling in Lola’s eyes, she instinctively jumped back. Her foot slipped from Lola’s grip, and her heart began to race.

"You psycho bitch..." she muttered, secretly trying to suppress the dread crawling up her spine.

For months, Melissa had undergone intense training and completed multiple missions. She had even killed people to prove she deserved her position. With her willingness and ruthlessness, she climbed the ranks quickly and was eventually given her own small unit.

They trusted her skills so much that they allowed her to lead the attack on the Order.

And she had returned successfully.

She might have failed to bring back those little demon children, but she captured Lola, Kiara, and even Henrik’s son.

Melissa had grown confident—not just because of that achievement, but because of every successful mission she had carried out. And yet, her body trembled uncontrollably over nothing more than the look on Lola’s face and that twisted laughter.

"I can kill you right here and now," she blurted under her breath, more furious at her body’s reaction than at Lola herself.

Perhaps, deep down, she knew exactly why her body reacted this way.

Her eyes had been opened to a world she never imagined existed. She had been exposed to horrors and truths that sharpened her instincts. The more skilled she became, the sharper her survival sense grew.

Which meant her body reacting like this signaled danger.

Her entire nervous system screamed at her to run.

Unlike before, when she wouldn’t have even noticed how dangerous someone was.

Lola was dangerous—her gut screamed it over and over.

"Then kill me," Lola dared, emphasizing every syllable. "Melissa, my chest is wide open for you. Stab me. Shoot me. If you’re going to kill me, this is your perfect chance."

"Lola, what are you talking about?!" Derek shouted, while Amala grunted in frustration. "Don’t provoke her! Do you actually want to die!?"

But his voice fell on deaf ears.

Lola kept her gaze fixed on Melissa. A glint flickered in her eyes. Her eyelids drooped slightly, but not enough to conceal the danger within them.

"You can’t, can you?" she mocked, watching the conflict twist across Melissa’s face. "Because if you kill me, that’s the end for you too. You keep blaming me for everything, but if not for me, you wouldn’t even know where you’d be right now."

She chuckled softly. "These people only approached you because of me. Instead of selling your body, you sold your soul to the devil. Do you think the devil would want even a fragment of you if they didn’t want me?"

Melissa’s breath hitched.

"You keep saying it’s my fault you ended up like this. But that’s not why you still hate me," Lola continued. "What truly fuels your hatred isn’t the fall of the Young family or their sins."

Her smirk deepened. "It’s because until now... you still live in my shadow."

"You—" Melissa’s neck stiffened, her eyes widening as her thoughts stalled.

"What?" Lola tilted her head slightly, still smirking. "Did I hit a nerve?"

For a moment, Melissa didn’t hear the rest of her words. Her mind shut down as she began to see red.

[No, that’s not it,] she told herself.

But deep down, she knew Lola was right.

These people had only bothered with her because she hated Lola enough, enough to do anything for revenge. If not for that, she would still be stuck beside Lawrence Young, slaving away for scraps like everyone else.

It wasn’t that she had moved on from the past.

She still wanted Lola dead.

But she also wanted to prove—to the people who had pulled her out of the mud—that she was more than just Lola’s sister.

Yet she had long realized one thing.

She had to kill Lola first.

Unless Lola was dead, she would always stand beneath that monstrous shadow that followed her no matter where she went.

As Melissa’s logic snapped, she reached to her side and drew her pistol. Without hesitation, she aimed it at Lola, her finger sliding over the trigger.

"I will..." she breathed as she cocked the pistol, "...kill you, just as you wished, you bitch."

Unfazed by the muzzle pointed at her, Lola smirked. She even taunted lazily, "Good luck."

That only enraged Melissa further. Her face twisted as she pulled the trigger.

Lola didn’t close her eyes. She kept them locked on Melissa.

BANG!

Derek ducked at the deafening sound, hands clamped over his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to bear witnessing another death—Lola’s death.

As the echo faded, he kept his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see. He didn’t want to know.

But then...

"Miss Melissa."

Derek froze. Slowly, he opened one eye.

There, a man stood beside Melissa, holding her raised arm.

Derek whipped his head toward Lola.

She was still alive.

The only blood on her was from the beating.

Melissa panted as dust from the concrete ceiling drifted down around her. She didn’t look at the man who had stopped her. Her eyes remained fixed on Lola.

"You lucky bitch," she hissed. "Did you provoke me because you knew someone would save you?"

Lola merely smiled.

She had already noticed the shadow outside the open door while she was being beaten. Except for Melissa, no one wanted her dead... not yet.

If she died, no one would be able to stop Atlas.

"The Cardinal is calling for you," the man said calmly, the same silver-eyed trash Lola had mentioned earlier.

He gently removed the pistol from Melissa’s hand, his expression distant. "Miss Young is still required alive. Please do not forget the cardinal’s orders."

"Tch," Melissa clicked her tongue, glaring at him. The tension between them was unmistakable.

The silver-eyed man lowered his head slightly. "Please do not make the cardinal wait."

Melissa huffed, casting one final glare at Lola. "I’m not done with you yet," she warned before storming out.

As she left, Lola laughed.

But the laughter halted when the silver-eyed man looked down at her.

"Please refrain from provoking others," he said politely. "Next time, no one may save you. If I were you, wait for your husband first."