For those who did not know Christopher, it would be impossible to associate him with words as extreme as 'viper', 'beast' or 'demon'.

Bella slowly stepped to his bedside, her eyes cold and scrutinizing as she observed him.

"Bella, I'm sick..." Christopher's reddened eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He could not hold it in any longer and reached out to grab her hand.

Bella did not give him the chance. She immediately stepped out of reach and frowned at him.

"What a shame." She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "You are only sick, not dead."

After a pause, Christopher leaned back against the headboard, his gaze tender and lingering. "Bella, I won't die so easily. If I were to die, I would never be able to see you again."

Bella let out a cold laugh, her fist clenched tightly.

you. All these years, the only thing keeping me alive

at

cared about me, you would listen to me. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately." Christopher's smile

The only reason you crawled out of the gutter and rose to your current position was because of your incessant greed that

with interest. His gaze held a

fear something bad might happen to you. If that were to ever happen, I would be robbed of the opportunity to catch you with my own hands. I wouldn't be able to see you face justice for all the things you've done.

grasped her wrist. She struggled to free herself, but he held firm for a supposedly ill

"Let go of me!"

gown slipped, revealing a line of small, bruised needle marks on his arm. While Bella stared, distracted, he pressed the hilt of a

know killing me is what you've dreamed of. I'm giving

She threw off his hand, tossed

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