After 100 Twisted Games Goodbye Ex-Husband Chapter 14
I Killed My Queen
Bella’s face went white as a sheet.
She had no defense left.
It was over.
He knew everything.
Julian straightened.
Looked at her like she was already dead.
“I’m telling you now.
Hazel’s dead.” His voice was soft.
But it made Bella’s whole body tremble.
“You said she’s dead…”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?
You swapped in a real bullet so she’d die.
So you could replace her.”
Julian sneered.
Shook his head slowly.
He was smiling, but the aura around him was like a demon crawling out of hell.
“I was so stupid.
Because of a social-climbing snake like you, I killed my queen.”
“Hazel’s dead.
You’ve outlived your usefulness.”
“No!
I still have value, Julian!” Bella crawled to his feet.
Her voice desperate.
“Since Hazel’s gone, let me serve you!
I can give you children!”
“Children?
You’re not worthy.” Julian kicked her in the chest.
Signaled two guards.
“Let Miss Bella experience the first ninety-nine rounds.
Since she wanted to be my queen so badly, she should prove she deserves it.”
Bella’s pupils dilated in horror.
Before she met Julian, she’d heard stories from girls at the club.
About how twisted those ninety-nine games were.
Some players lost limbs.
Some went missing.
Some went insane.
“Mr. Voss, I was wrong!
I’ll never do it again!
Please spare me…”
Her voice shook uncontrollably.
She begged.
Played the victim.
But Julian never looked back.
At my funeral, the sky was thick with clouds.
Rain threatened.
Julian wore a black suit.
A white rose pinned to his chest.
His face was expressionless.
But his eyes looked shattered.
Like he should be the one in the urn.
Everyone at the funeral was his friend.
Then he realized—I had no one.
Besides my grandmother, I’d had no family.
And because I’d been stuck in his games, my friends had all abandoned me.
Thought I was dangerous.
Those ninety-nine rounds—he knew how twisted they were.
How torturous.
But I had endured all of them.
Alone.
After the funeral, he stayed by my grave for hours.
Until his legs went numb.
His assistant had to help him to the car.
“Mr. Voss, I found this while sorting through Miss Hazel’s things.”
A worn diary was handed to him.
Julian stared at it.
His fingers trembled as he opened it.
“Today was my first game with Julian.
I had to strip naked and get into a tank full of piranhas!
Thank God the perfume I wore irritated them.
I saved myself.
Otherwise… I don’t want to think about it.”
“He’s a psycho.
But for Nana’s medical bills, I have to keep playing.”
“He tried to help me cheat?
I noticed.
Why is he so good to me when everyone else hates me?”
“I’ve made it this far.
I don’t even know if I’m fighting for the money anymore… or for Julian.”
“Julian asked if I wanted to quit.
Honestly, at first I did.
But when I saw his eyes, nothing else mattered.
I feel sorry for him.
We’ve come this far.
I’ll keep playing.”
“Julian plays these games because he was betrayed before.
But I’ll never betray him.
So I’ll win.
Then I’ll love him forever.
Make him happy.”
The diary ended there.
Ten days ago.
The day before the hundredth game.
Every entry detailed the games.
But also… him.
His habits.
His favorite foods.
Recipes I’d learned.
The meaning behind every expression he made.
Page after page.
All my love for him.
Julian’s breathing grew ragged.
His chest felt like it was being carved with a dull blade.
“Hazel, I’m sorry.
Hazel, please come back…”
He was sobbing now.
He regretted everything.
Regretted not seeing my sincerity from the start.
For three years, I’d taken care of him.
My love wasn’t loud or dramatic.
It was in the small, warm details.
And what had he done?
Questioned me.
Consumed my love.
Watched me face life-or-death situations over and over.
Even hired a snake to hurt my family.
Kill our child.
He was the monster.
