Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 256: Even if you escape me, you won’t survive.

Lorie held the knife out in front of her, both hands clenched tightly around the handle.

For a split second, Robert hesitated, his steps faltering. The fire in her eyes wasn’t something he had seen before. She was cornered, desperate, and that made her unpredictable, dangerous.

But then he scoffed; his ego wouldn’t allow him to back down. ’She is just a woman,’ he told himself. ’A frightened little girl playing tough.’

He was stronger than her and could easily subdue her.

"You think you are going to fight me with that kitchen knife?" he sneered, taking a step closer. "Go on then. Hit me." He stretched his arms out wide, wiggling his fingers in challenge, daring her to strike.

Lorie’s heart pounded against her ribs. Her grip tightened further. "Don’t come closer," she shouted. "I’ll kill you—I swear I will."

But Robert kept coming, slow and deliberate, ignoring her warning like it was a joke.

Lorie’s hands were slick with sweat. Her arms trembled. She took a shaky step back, fear rising fast, her resolve starting to crumble.

"I mean it," she screamed. "Stay away."

Still, he advanced.

Cornered and trembling, Lorie snapped. With a panicked cry, she lunged forward, slashing the knife at him.

But Robert moved fast. He dodged with ease, caught her wrist mid-swing, and twisted it cruelly.

"Ahh," Lorie cried out in pain.

The knife clattered to the floor with a sharp clang. Before she could recover, his hand lashed across her face in a brutal slap, sending her stumbling back into the counter.

Her face burned, ears ringing, but Robert wasn’t done. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it, slamming her head against the counter with bone-rattling force.

Stars burst in her vision as pain exploded across her skull. The room tilted. Everything blurred. The strength drained from her body, but his grip never loosened. He wasn’t stopping.

"You really think you can escape me?" Robert thundered. "This is your last night. And I’ll be the one to end it."

With a violent shove, he knocked Lorie to the floor. She collapsed on all fours, gasping and trembling.

Her eyes darted across the knife a few feet away. If she could just reach it.

She stretched out her hand, fingers nearly brushing the handle, but before she could grab it, a brutal kick slammed into her stomach.

"Ugh!" she cried out, folding in on herself, pain exploding through her core.

"You want to defy me?" he hissed. "You’ll die in pain. I’ll make sure of that."

He kicked her again, this time in the back. Blow after blow landed as she curled into a tight ball, trying to shield herself. Then came the slaps. He grabbed her by the hair and struck her again and again, his rage knowing no bounds.

Her face swelled. Her skin screamed with pain. Her limbs felt numb. The edges of her vision darkened as her consciousness began to slip.

But the pure instinct of survival refused to die.

’Get up,’ a voice screamed inside her. ’Fight. Or he’ll kill you.’

Gritting her teeth, Lorie forced her battered body into motion. Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, she shoved him off with a desperate push and slid across the floor toward the knife.

Robert stumbled, unprepared, catching himself on the counter. His face twisted with rage as he steadied himself. "You worthless bitch," he roared. "I’ll end you."

He lunged again, his hands latching around her throat like steel.

Lorie choked, her windpipe crushed under his grip, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers clawed the floor, inching closer and closer until her hand found the knife.

With the last of her strength, she gripped the handle, twisted her body, and drove the blade into his side.

Robert froze. His breath hitched. A guttural sound escaped his throat as he staggered back, eyes wide, looking down at the blood now blooming across his shirt.

Lorie struck again—once, twice.

Robert stumbled back, gasping, blood pouring from his side. He clutched at the wound, his breaths ragged and shallow.

"You... you bitch..." he rasped, eyes wide with disbelief and fury.

Lorie’s hands trembled violently. The knife slipped from her fingers. She stared at the blood pooling beneath him, her mind struggling to process what she had just done. She hadn’t meant to go that far. Out of desperation, she had stabbed him, but she regretted it now.

Robert groaned and tried to push himself up, his face twisted in agony. "You stabbed me..." he growled. "I’ll kill you..."

He reached toward her.

Panic surged through Lorie like a tidal wave. She scrambled back.

"Please... I didn’t mean to hurt you," she stammered. "I’ll get you to the hospital—just give me the key."

Robert snarled through gritted teeth, "In your dreams. If you want it, you’ll have to kill me."

Lorie’s face hardened, her fear transforming into grim resolve.

"So be it," she whispered.

She snatched the knife from the floor. As she lunged forward, Robert raised his arm to defend himself. The blade sliced into his forearm, blood gushing instantly. But he was relentless. He reached out for her throat, trying to strangle her again.

Lorie screamed and slashed across his palm. He recoiled, groaning in pain.

"Why won’t you just die?" she shrieked.

Sobbing, shaking, she drove the knife into his stomach again and again.

His body jerked with each stab, blood splattering across the floor and her hands. Finally, his strength gave out. His limbs slackened, and he crumpled to the ground in a heavy, lifeless heap.

Lorie stood frozen for a moment, staring at his motionless body, the knife still gripped in her bloodstained hand. Then it slipped free, clattering beside him.

Her knees gave out, and she sank to the floor. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the shock settled in.

She had killed him. She was free.

But her mind was numb, her limbs heavy, and the silence around her felt unbearable. All she could do was sit there, trembling.

"I need to get out of here." Lorie forced herself to her feet, dragging breath after breath into her aching lungs. Every inch of her body throbbed, but she couldn’t stop now—not after everything.

She knelt beside Robert’s lifeless body, trying not to look at his blood-soaked face as she dug through his pockets. She found the key.

A spark of relief lit inside her. She clutched it tightly and stumbled toward the door.

"I’ll reach out to Megan," she murmured. "She promised to help. She’ll protect me... she has to."

She jammed the key into the lock, her hands barely steady enough to turn it. With a shaky breath, she twisted it, and the door creaked open.

But before she could take a single step, she froze.

A tall figure stood right outside the door. His face was half-covered by a black mask, but his eyes gleamed with something cold and merciless.

Lorie’s blood turned to ice. She staggered back, heart hammering in terror.

Robert’s voice echoed in her memory: ’Even if you escape me, you won’t survive.’

"W-who are you?" she stammered.

"Your death." Before she could react, he lunged and drove the blade deep into her stomach.

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