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Chapter 189: | Was Jealous Chapter 189: | Was jealous Angella

The man remained oblivious, even with the stalker practically whittling right by his ear. Either the man must

have been completely stu faced of in the men's world, they didn't have to worry like ut women did when they

were alone outside at night. If that load happened to me, | would have either run like hell or turned around with

my pepper pray. | certainly wouldn't have ignored it.

They turned left, he was walking so close behind him that he was practically breathing down the man's neck.

How didn't the man notice? When they drew near an alley, he made his move. With a hard push, he threw the

man towards the dark alley, making him fall to his stomach.

"Hey, what the hell, man!" The man's startled and slurring voice madestiffen. A sharp gasp slipped out of

me,

My hand covered my mouth in shock, immediately recognizing the voice. It wasn't hard not to when only

yesterday he had speed hateful words towards me. A second later, the man started getting up, his face turned

towards him and the camera, confirming what | already knew. Ben had a dazed look in his eyes, hinting that he

had taken more than one bottle of alcohol. He had gotten a light scratch on his cheek from being pushed onto

the pavement. He didn't let him get up, though. Instead, he used his foot to shove him onto his back. "A little

bird toldyou like to prey on defenseless women." The mechanically distorted voice assaulted my ears and |

was almost

stunned when my ears didn't start to bleed.

"Do you feel manly bullying them? Do you feel better about yourself for hurting my sweetheart?"

"Look, psycho. | don't know what you are talking about or who the fuck your sweetheart is." Ben grunted, trying

once again to lift himself up but he stepped on his chest, keeping him down.

"Don't you? Does this ring a bell?" He pulled up his phone and leaned down to show Ben something on the

screen.

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'l just wanted to know what all the talk is about fat girls in bed. Are you guys really as wild as people say? The

sound of Ben's hateful

words spilled out of his phone

It was just loud enough to make out the words Ben had spoken toyesterday. My heart pounded in my chest

while every muscle in my body tensed. All | could think of was how the hell did he get the aufrom the café? It

didn't make sense, none of it did. We had a couple of security cameras in the cafe, but they were pointed at the

entrance and the counter. None were in the supply closet.

The aukept playing, remindingagain of what Ben had said. | didn't feel the sshand insecurities

do the words now as | had done then. All | felt was pure unadulterated dear, he was clearly more adept than |

had given him credit for.

"...l didn't mean it, okay?" Ben whimpered, and with a closer look at the video. | could see him putting more

pressure in his chest.

"I was jealous, | have asked her to go out withfor years, and now she has found two other men that are

suddenly good enough for

her?"

| could even hear the slight bite in Ben's tone when he said it and so could he.

"Shut the fuck up. He hissed, still with the distorted effect in place.

"I don't want an excuse, she deserves more than your excuses."

"I will do whatever you want, please. | will apologize to her or | could stay away from her. She never has to see

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Chapter 189: | Was Jealous

"You will do whatever | want, you say?" He sounded almost thoughtful he removed the foot from his rib cage,

"Y..yes, anything." The dark chuckle that cfrom him after his answer was enough to makesick. | had a

bad feeling about this.

"Then, you will have to accept the consequences of how you talked to my sweetheart." He slipped the phone out

of view.

"And remember, you asked for this.."

The first kick was fast and unsuspected, hitting Ben right in the ribs. The pain gasp from Ben was heart-

wrenching soft, as if he couldn't manage to make a louder sound. The first kick was followed by another and

another, and another. They kept going, the next more painful than the last. | didn't want to watch this, yet, | was

frozen. Unable to throw the phone as far away fromas | could. Blood painted the pavement beneath Ben

while he lay there, unable to defend himself against the brutal attack. When he started on his face, | finally

managed to close my eyes, forcing myself to not see the grotesque way he was beating him to a pulp. But while

| could block out the sight, I couldn't stop myself from hearing the sound of cracking bones and broken groans.

The sound were worse than anything | had ever heard before. It wasn't a horror movie or a drunken fight

between guys, this was real and brutal. Each blow, each kick and gasp madeflinch.

My heart galloped in my chest as if it wanted to punch a hole through my ribcage. Adrenaline was flooding my

veins and | had no way to appreciate it, all | could do was sit and listen. Somehow, my ears picked up the

absence of sound as well, noting that no hard were coming from him, making it clear that he wasn't overexerting

himself. Anyone normal would have been panting by now. My stomach rolled, complaining about the sounds and

the imagery in my mind. Unbidden, my thoughts painted a picture of what Ben must have looked like as the

beating continued. | didn't know how long I sat there, listening, waiting and hoping for this to end. | hated Ben,

but even he didn't deserve this kind of inhumane and merciless beating. No one did.

"P..please," | could barely hear the whisper of Ben begging for it to stop.

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"Please," he repeated, crying softly, making my chest tighten in sympathy for the man who wanted to hurt me

yesterday.

But he has tried to hurtwith words, while he wanted to hurt him with violence. When it finally grew quiet, |

made the mistake of opening my eyes. My gaze immediately locked on the unrecognizable body of Ben. He was

still on the ground, unmoving, and | feared he was dead. His face looked the worst, a huge gaping wound below

his temple was bleeding heavily and one of his eyes was completely shut The image of him was horrifying and

nauseating, yet | couldn't look away. My eyes scanned every inch of him, hoping and praying to see a sign that

he was still alive. Eventually, | noticed his chest move just barely up and down, and his fingers twitched ever so

slightly. | let out a sigh of relief, feeling a tiny bit of my constricting chest release sof its tension.

"Next tyou even look at her, you will wish you were dead." He said calmly, but I could still hear the pure hate

in his voice, even with the effects distorting it.

The screen turned completely black and | thought the video was finally over until he began to speak once again

and this time, it was directed at me.

"My sweetheart, | am sorry you had to watch that. | know it must have been hard to see such violence, but I did

it to protect you. You know that, right? | am never going to let anyone hurt you, not Ben, not Riccardo, not

Marshall and not Kingston. They will never cause you any pain ever again, | will take care of you. | am taking

care of you, and | hope you can one day see that everything Lam doing is for your own good." He ended the

video with those alarming haunting words.

I didn't get the moment to take in what | had seen. In the end, | jumped off the bed and went to the toilet in

record time. The little | had eaten earlier today cback up and after everything was emptied out of me, |

spent longer dry heaving. Sweat was dotting my eyebrows and the stench of vomit madeunable to stop

retching. It was a vicious cycle. While | was bending over the toilet, | couldn't get the video and everything | had

seen and heard out of my head. The force of his kick, the horrifying groans of pain, the breaking of bones, the

blood pooting beneath Ben. It was all there in my mind on repeat.

In the end, | was able to sit down on the floor, my stomach and throat raw and achy and my head pounded from

the exertion. A groan slipped out ofas | leaned against the blissfully cold tilling on the walls.

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