Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1055: Now, Tears Stream Down Her Face
Carney felt like he’d struck gold; he enjoyed this exhilarating sensation—Cain’s woman was indeed different.
Tanya straddled Carney’s lap, her slender white fingers tracing upward along his chest with a seductive allure. "Carney, do you like this?"
"Like it! Of course, I like it! Pretty girl, is this how you usually play with Cain? Does he also like being on the bottom?" Carney laughed lecherously.
"Him?" Tanya raised an eyebrow, her youthful porcelain eyes slowly glimmering, foreshadowing her future cold elegance. "He... doesn’t like this. He prefers to be in control, so he always favors being on top."
She was making it up.
Carney immediately reached out, gripping Tanya’s soft waist firmly. Her waist was as delicate as a willow branch, seemingly fragile enough to break with a bit of force, a sensation that made Carney’s blood boil. "Pretty girl, Cain doesn’t like playing, but I do enjoy it. Let’s have some fun now."
"Alright, then let the game begin..." Tanya’s fingers slid down to Carney’s belt.
Carney’s entire body tingled with anticipation, his attention focused entirely on Tanya’s fingers.
Suddenly, he sensed a glint of cold light in his vision. Carney, seasoned from years of risk, had a strong sense of danger. Instantly alert, his eyes snapped open to see a sharp knife now in Tanya’s hand, its cold blade driving toward his heart.
"Who are you?" Carney immediately barked, dodging the knife’s point while striking his palm toward Tanya’s chest.
Tanya sprang to her feet, retreating several steps, her wrist flicking a sharp blade across Carney’s face, drawing blood.
Touching his face to find it bleeding, Carney glared at Tanya. "Who the hell are you? You’re not Cain’s new flame!"
He had always thought Tanya was a harmless girl, but now he realized how gravely he’d been mistaken.
Tanya’s small oval face turned purely cold, her bright autumn eyes fixed on Carney. "Carney, don’t you recognize the knife in my hand?"
Looking closely, Carney realized he recognized the knife in Tanya’s hand, engraved with the character "four" on its handle.
It was his knife!
How could his knife be in Tanya’s possession?
This very knife should still be lodged in Jason’s heart.
It was the knife he had used to deal with Jason.
Jason...
The daughter of the Hollis family...
Carney looked at Tanya in horror, memories aligning with the girl before him.
That night, with the dark wind howling, the Hollis daughter had broken in to fight him, driving a pencil into his right eye.
Since then, his right eye had been crippled, making him a one-eyed man.
That night, he seemed to glimpse the Hollis daughter’s eyes, the thin moonlight casting through the curtains, highlighting her snowy brow and cold beauty.
The Hollis daughter and Tanya began to merge in his mind’s eye.
"It’s you! You’re the Hollis daughter I’ve been searching for all along!" Carney exclaimed in shock.
He could never have imagined that the one he sought was right beside him—she was Tanya!
Tanya curved her red lips into a shallow smile. "Carney, you finally recognize me. Indeed, I am Dianna Hollis, the daughter of the Hollis family."
Tanya was Dianna.
Dianna was Tanya.
"Alright, so Cain secretly kept you by his side. I knew there was something wrong with him. I must tell the boss and have the boss crush Cain to dust." Carney felt he’d seized a significant leverage, ecstatic and ready to take off with the opportunity.
Tanya sneered coldly. "I’m afraid you won’t get the chance—maybe in your next life."
Carney regarded Tanya with contempt; in terms of skill, he didn’t consider her a threat. "Tanya, do you want revenge for your father? You’re courting death."
Tanya bit the knife, raising her hands to pile up her black, pure hair. The knife, stained with her father’s blood, would now be used to exact vengeance on her enemies.
"We’ll see who wins in the end."
Tanya and Carney began to fight.
Tanya had been trained by her father since childhood, her skills decent, but against a trained fighter like Carney, she was outmatched.
Yet Tanya was agile with exceptional adaptive skills, making it hard for Carney to take her down quickly.
Carney grew restless, more so now that he knew Tanya was the Hollis daughter. That pencil she used on him still lingered in his collection. The Hollis daughter had captivated him for so long; now she was here. He desired satisfaction and to torment her completely.
Carney withdrew a sharp weapon from his waist with a quick motion, directly stabbing it into Tanya’s right shoulder.
Tanya’s face turned ghostly white as her shoulder began bleeding profusely.
"Tanya, stop struggling. You’ve lost, hahaha." Carney, unwilling to kill Tanya now, laughed maniacally.
Tanya looked at Carney, delivering a cold smile. "Really?"
Carney hesitated, seeing Tanya suddenly charge at him, faster than expected.
The weapon in his hand had pierced her shoulder—she could have retreated to pull it out, but she didn’t.
Instead, she pressed forward, the sound of the weapon sinking deep into her shoulder resonating gruesomely, flesh and bone pierced entirely.
Even after years in the underworld, Carney had never encountered someone like Tanya—unyielding, resilient, unafraid of pain.
At that moment, Carney felt a sudden agony; Tanya had driven her knife deeply into his heart.
Carney’s pupils contracted sharply. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
In disbelief, Carney’s eyes widened, fixing upon Tanya—she looked down at him, her icy, snow-like features gleaming with unwavering strength and powerful resolve.
Carney truly hadn’t expected to fall at this girl’s hand.
Tanya watched as Carney’s eyes closed, her expression indifferent as she turned to leave.
The pain she hadn’t felt before now struck her shoulder fiercely, cold sweat dripping from her forehead while the blood thoroughly soaked her clothes.
This kind of pain—her father had surely experienced it once, too.
Tanya closed her ashy lips, her eyes suddenly reddening, a warmth enveloping them. She softly murmured two words, "Dad..."
When her father left, she hadn’t cried.
Now, tears fell like rain.
