FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO-Chapter 363: That Is Not Your Sister’s Blood

Matt felt his stomach do a crazy flip-flop as his horrid eyes scanned his sitting room.

The warm tones of the room were drowned in chaos and violence.

The sun filtered through the ripped curtains in thin, broken streams, casting uneven shafts of light across the chaotic surroundings.

His luxury television had been plucked from its mount, with the delicate screen trashed beyond recognition and wires dangling like veins.

The branded velvet couches were ripped and ravaged – their plush surface slashed with jagged tears running across the deep fabric and stuffing spilling out like wounds left by knives.

Family photos were overturned and broken. The bookshelf was toppled, spilling its contents like a collapsed wall of memories.

Shattered glasses littered the floor from his trashed coffee table like spiky glistening ice.

But this wasn’t the only sight that made the blood completely drain from Matt’s face, leaving behind a paled and terrified being.

Blood was splattered across the floor and walls in a violent, chaotic arc – its dark crimson staining the surfaces like a grotesque painting from a horror movie.

"Lilian...Mark...." Matt’s lips quivered, his widened eyes turning moist as his heart conjured horrifying images of his family being killed.

"No!" Matt fell on his knees, his whole body trembling like a dry leaf tossed around in autumn.

"Please God....not my wife and son...." Matt’s lips trembled vigorously as he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth in agony.

Amid his anguish, he heard a muffled thud coming from the kitchen direction. This was followed by another as if someone was trying desperately to make a sound.

Matt’s narrowed and reddened gaze snapped in that direction, his heart drumming loudly in his ear.

A strange and eerie feeling of danger washed over him causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he quietly stood up and reached forward for the baseball baton lying on the messy floor. He slowly and cautiously made his way towards the kitchen, the baseball baton half raised in readiness to strike whoever was making that sound.

As he got closer to the kitchen door, the muffled thudding seemed to get louder.

Taking in a deep breath and sucking in the fear building up in his chest, he quietly turned the kitchen door knob. The door gave a slightly loud creak as he pushed it open.

The kitchen light was on and from the look of the tidy surrounding, it had been spared from the unholy ravage that took place in the sitting room.

Matt listened for the muffled sound again but was greeted with silence. He bravely stepped into the kitchen raising the baseball baton above his head. He scanned for any unusual presence before calling his wife’s name, hoping against hope that it wasn’t her spilt blood in the sitting room.

"Lilian," Matt whispered.

"Mmmm...." A muffled feminine response came from behind the kitchen highlander followed by the muffled thud he heard earlier.

"Lilian," Matt screamed, instantly recognizing his wife’s voice. He dashed forward, almost bumping into a chair as he sprinted around the highlander to the other side.

To his greatest horror but relief, his wife and son were both alive.

Their face was frozen in sheer terror –their eyes wide and unblinking.

They were both seated on the bare tile floor, backing each other - with mouths gagged, legs tied, and hands restrained behind their back like prisoners held captive in enemy territory.

The baseball baton fell from Matt’s hand, causing him to jerk in fear. His eyes darted around to ensure he was alone before he finally squatted beside his family to free them. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Rosie..." Lilian’s voice was raspy and dry from dehydration and exhaustion.

"Who did this to you guys," Matt asked in a panicked tone as he peeled the duct tape from his son’s lips.

"Ouch! That hurts." Mark screamed weakly, moistening his dry lips.

"Sorry, son," Matt said, rechecking his surroundings for any unexpected surprise while loosening the thick rope bounding his wife and son together.

"They took Rosie," Lilian said faintly, pulling at the hem of Matt’s shirt.

"Who darling? Tell me, who took Rosie?" Matt succeeded in loosening the rope, giving his son more freedom to move.

"We don’t know who they are," Mark said, removing the duct tape binding his leg while Matt focused on Lillian.

"Water!" Lillian said weakly and Matt hurried to fetch her a glass of water from the fridge. He gave her some and then to his son who drank everything in one single gulp.

"Tell me, son, what did they look like?"

"I don’t know," Mark replied looking disoriented. "They were all dressed in black hoodies and masks. I couldn’t see their faces. They were five in number. They had gun and knives. One of them had a tattoo on the arm that look like Medusa."

"Medusa!" Matt froze.

"Yes, just like the one on your arm. Do you know them?" Mark asked, looking at his father suspiciously.

"No." Matt lied between his teeth. "Continue what you were saying."

Mark didn’t trust his father one bit. But he continued his story anyway.

"They came while we were asleep. I tried to fight one of them off but he punched me in the stomach. He said he was going to kill me and my sister if we made any sound. They took Rosie. They took my sister. She tried screaming, but they gagged her mouth and carried her out of the room. I couldn’t do anything to save her." Mark finally broke down in tears, his entire body trembling.

"Calm down, son. Don’t worry, I will get her back," Matt said in a fatherly tone, patting his son on the shoulder. But when he tried to pull Mark to his chest, the latter angrily pushed him off making him fall on his butt beside his silently weeping wife.

"Get off me, you monster. This is all your fault."

"Matt!"

Lillian called in a reprimanding voice, playing her part so well that it was difficult to suspect a thing. It pained her that she couldn’t confide in her son or daughter about her plans, or else everything would be ruined. But the people who took her daughter had promised that no harm would come to her. They had also promised to help her free her parents from her husband’s goons as long as she cooperated.

"Don’t defend him, mother." Mark softened his voice as he turned to look at his crying mother. "If Dad hadn’t been released from prison and forced us back to this house, none of this would have happened. Rosie will still be safe."

"I said I would look for your sister." Matt pleaded, standing up.

"Don’t bother, I will go look for her myself." Mark said between clenched jaw and ran out of the kitchen.

"No! Mark, wait." Matt yelled in an attempt to stop him from seeing the chaos in the sitting room.

Unfortunately, Mark was faster than his father as he ran into the sitting room, closely followed by Matt.

"Ah!" Mark froze on a spot at the sight of the chaos and splattered blood. "Rosie!" He shrieked, attracting Lilian’s attention.

"That is not your sister’s blood." Matt came behind his son, hoping to explain things to him when Lillian screeched from behind before faking a fainting spell.

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