A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1213

The word "businessman" made a lethal glint flash across Fairfax's eyes.

Businessman? The irony was suffocating. "What's even left of the Yelchin family? Your sister saw to it that everything was burned to the ground!"

During that time, Herbert and Yardley had stood firmly behind Starla. When she wanted revenge, they became her sword, systematically gutting the Yelchins' legacy. Their empire had taken a devastating hit, and so many of their people were gone.

And now Yardley had the nerve to suggest he go back to being a businessman? What a sick joke.

As for Starla... nobody truly understood the tangled, toxic mess of emotions Fairfax harbored for her now.

Anger, devastation, hate. Yes, mostly hate. A hate so profound it threatened to consume him from the inside out, magnified by the fact that she was gone. She was dead, and he had nowhere to direct his vengeance. The family was in ruins all because of her—she had claimed they were her enemies.

Enemies. It was all a tragic, twisted joke now.

Remembering the havoc she had wreaked in Marina City, Fairfax violently raised his gun at Yardley once again. "Then you can pay your sister's debts!"

"No!" Susanna's heart seized in her chest.

Yardley's eyes turned lethal.

Just as Fairfax’s finger twitched on the trigger— Bang! A sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed through the room, immediately followed by Susanna's blood-curdling scream. "NO!"

Chaos erupted. The sharp, acrid scent of gunpowder and copper instantly filled the air.

Fairfax’s pupils dilated. All the strength vanished from his grip, and the gun clattered to the floor with a heavy thud as his body crumpled.

Susanna caught him, the momentum dragging her to the ground as he collapsed into her arms. Blood... so much blood poured from his body.

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