The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 193 Please, Just Kill Me!

Stella gasped sharply when she saw the 30-centimeter-long bruise.

"How did this happen?"

Megan didn’t want to come clean. If her mom got wind of the real story, she’d definitely flip—especially since her life and Tristan’s were now tied together.

"I lost my balance in the shower a couple days ago and hit my back. It’s no big deal, just needs a few days."

Stella looked skeptical. "No way, let Brandon take a look."

"There’s really no need, Mom. Look at me, I’m fine!"

"What do I need to look at?" Brandon walked in, just catching Stella about to drag Megan outside. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Megan’s got a bruise on her back. Take a look, see what’s going on."

Brandon frowned slightly. "Lift your pajama top, let me check."

"Come on, Brandon, seriously, it’s nothing. Mom’s overreacting again." Megan tried to slip out of the kitchen.

But Brandon caught her by the arm. "Megan, are you hiding something from us?"

Megan gave him a pleading look, making sure their mom couldn’t see.

Brandon chuckled. "What’s the matter? Shy? Please, to a doctor, it’s all biology. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Megan snorted. "No wonder you’re still single at your age. You’re literally the definition of old-school."

Brandon cleared his throat. "Alright, save that roast for Samuel. It fits him better."

Megan turned around and pulled up her top.

Brandon gave a nod. "Just a bruise, nothing serious. Mom, it’s fine."

Stella still didn’t look convinced. "You sure?"

"Of course. I’m a doctor, remember?" Brandon patted Megan’s arm. "I’ll go grab something from my room for the swelling."

Megan flashed a charming smile. "Mom, I’m tagging along with him for a bit."

Stella reminded, "No circulation-activating stuff, okay? It’s not good for the baby."

As soon as they left the kitchen, Brandon’s playful vibe vanished. He led Megan into his room.

"Spill it. What really happened?"

Megan flopped down on the couch, raising her hands. "Didn’t you already check?"

Brandon sat beside her, clearly not amused. "That was just to keep Mom calm. Now I want the whole story."

Megan sighed. "Fine. But don’t tell the others. A while back, Karl had me locked up. He sent someone to give Tristan a Lover’s Link sorcery worm. To keep me safe, Tristan got himself infected. I was afraid Karl might try to kill him, so I took the sorcery worm too."

She paused. "It’s harmless under normal conditions, but if either of us dies, the other dies within ten minutes."

Brandon’s eyes narrowed. "So if one gets hurt, the other feels it too. Not as intense, but enough to hurt. If Tristan took a hit to the back, and if it’d been his abdomen...? Megan, you almost died along with him."

"I’m standing right here, alive and kicking!" Megan poked his grumpy face gently. "Seriously, don’t tell anyone else. They’ll just stress out."

"How do we break it?"

Megan said, "Karl promised to lift it after this is all over. Claims it’s simple—but if it really were, it would’ve been gone already, right?"

"I’ll do some digging."

Megan nodded. "Just don’t stress too much. I’m heading back."As soon as Megan stepped out, she let out a long sigh of relief. Thank god it was Brandon who found out—if Samuel had known, the whole world would’ve heard by now.

A creepy laughter echoed from Samuel’s room.

Megan walked over and saw Zeta Prime messing with the parrot.

So it was the parrot making that weird laugh. Figures—it learned from the worst possible teacher.

Seeing her, Samuel walked up and grabbed her wrist. "Megan, listen to what my parrot says."

The parrot cackled, "Son of a—!"

Megan burst out laughing, eyes tearing up. "Seriously?"

"She picks up all the bad stuff, but the good? Nothing!" Samuel scratched his head. "Told her to say ’Samuel is the best,’ and she still won’t say it. But Zeta’s lessons? Nailed it."

Megan covered her mouth, laughing. "Guess she just refuses to lie."

Samuel: "..."

Megan yawned. "Haven’t slept well lately. Gonna crash for a bit."

"Must be nice having someone to cuddle—us single folks are suffering out here!"

She patted him on the shoulder with a grin. "Get used to it. I’m not done torturing you yet."

Samuel: "..."

Back in her room, Megan gently closed the door and tiptoed over to the bed, slipping under the covers without making a sound.

Looking at that guy’s perfect face and meticulously sharp features, she finally felt at peace.

The past few days without Tristan had felt like years. Now, with him lying there beside her, everything felt right again.

She scooted close into his arms and, for the first time in days, drifted off feeling safe.

But far away, another woman was caught in a living nightmare, itching and hurting so badly she wanted to die.

Skinny as a skeleton, she flinched in a corner, dressed in nothing but underwear. Her body was covered in bruises, not a single patch of skin untouched.

"Just kill me! Please, just kill me!" Her nails were caked with dried blood from scratching herself raw. "Why didn’t you let me die in that fire?! Why keep me alive just to suffer like this?!"

A man barged in, forced her mouth open, and shoved a black pill down her throat.

Before long, the itch faded. She knelt shakily on the bed, begging him, "Please, end it. I can’t take this anymore."

"Dying’s easy. Don’t you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" she mumbled, "Look at me—I’m nothing. What do I have left to fight with?"

The man grinned darkly. "Play nice and you’ll get the antidote every month. Act up, and you’ll wish you were dead. In a bit, I’m sending you someplace new. In three months, new name, new life. Behave, and you’ll be the one calling the shots."

"Every month?"

He chuckled. "You think it’s just triggered by the flute? Think again. This poison acts up monthly—no exceptions."

The woman stared at him, terrified, as he reached for his belt buckle.

Click. Her ears rang.

She thought she’d finally escaped after everything, but instead she was tossed into a hellish cycle.

They shoved the sorcery worm into her, used the flute to make it wreak havoc in her body, releasing some crazy toxin that made her itch like she’d lose her mind. Only the antidote could stop it.

And after that... the man would make her "useful".

Taking a deep breath, she crawled toward him on her knees.