Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2556

"Justin, you psycho! You'll die a horrible death… Karma will come for you. The heavens will punish you!" Sheryl shrieked.

She moved faster than a human could. In a blur, Justin was on the floor and Sheryl was over him, clamping her teeth down on his ear like a feral beast. She bit down hard—so hard she tore off a piece of flesh.

The searing pain sent a numbing shock through Justin's scalp, his vision blurring. He thrashed wildly, kicking and struggling.

But Sheryl clung to him like a vice, refusing to let go no matter how he fought back. Rage burned in her bloodshot eyes as she kept her jaws locked onto his ear like a rabid animal.

She had suppressed herself for far too long—controlled, restrained, broken. At last, she could cast off every inhibition and unleash her madness on this despicable man.

For once, she was living for herself.

Realizing his ear was about to be torn off, Justin, in desperation, grabbed the whip lying nearby. Without hesitation, he looped it around Sheryl's neck and pulled with all his strength.

She gagged instantly, both hands clawing at the whip constricting her throat. The crushing suffocation emptied her mind. Her eyes bulged, and her face shifted from pale to a horrifying purplish-red.

"H-Help—"

Barely a sound escaped her lips. Blood filled her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

But Justin had already succumbed to the frenzy of a bloodthirsty killer. He tightened his grip on the whip, veins bulging on the backs of his hands, his brutality laid bare.

Sheryl's mouth hung open far wider than seemed humanly possible. Her lips turned a ghastly shade of purple—a pitiful yet terrifying sight.

"Mr. Justin, are you alright?"

Eden burst through the door, alarmed by the commotion. At that exact moment, Sheryl's naked body slid limply off Justin.

She lay on the floor, eyes still wide open in death. Her once delicate, pretty face was now lifeless, tinged with a deathly purple. Even in death, she found no peace.

This was the dark destiny shared by all who served him. Unbeknownst to them, Justin had already calculated their worth and marked them for sale. In his eyes, they weren't allies; they were assets waiting to be liquidated.

Perhaps, in Sheryl's final moments, her life had flashed before her eyes.

Vanity and deceit had been the roots of her downfall. More than her resentment toward Alyssa or her hatred of Justin's cruelty, what she loathed most was herself.

She had once been more fortunate than Alyssa. Jasper had adored her, devoted to her in a way few men ever could be. She had once held the best version of him in her hands. And yet, driven by selfish desire, she had torn her own happiness apart—even when it had been within reach.

She truly deserved this end.

"M-Mr. Justin… I-Is she dead?" Eden stammered, stumbling back as the color drained from his face.

Justin flung the whip aside and pressed a hand to his mangled ear. Enraged, he lashed out, kicking Sheryl's corpse several times.

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