From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358

Michael was like a madman, clutching Willow’s throat with deadly force, as if he wanted to drag her down to hell with him.

Willow’s eyes rolled back from the choking, her fingers weakly prying at his wrists, gasping with difficulty, “Michael…”

Her broken sobs escaped. “Let me go, please let me go…”

Her voice was faint, carrying a pitiful sense of pleading.

But Michael’s bloodshot eyes remained locked on her, his expression maniacal. “From the moment I stepped into this mountain, I never intended to leave alive. Since I’m going to die, I’ll take you with me.”

It turned out he truly meant to strangle Willow.

Willow felt the air grow thinner and thinner, her face turning red and purple.

Her vision went dark in an instant, stars bursting before her eyes.

That hand clamped around her throat like an iron vice, tightening endlessly!

His knuckles sank deep into the soft flesh of her neck, cutting off every bit of air.

She could clearly hear the sickening crackling of her throat bones being crushed under immense pressure.

She opened her mouth helplessly like a fish flung ashore, unable to form a complete sound.

Her hands instinctively clawed at Michael’s arms, nails scratching bloody marks. But it was like a bug trying to move a tree, completely useless.

Her vision blurred, and all she could hear was the blood thundering at her temples and her faint, fading heartbeat. Her consciousness was slipping

away…

“Michael, let her go!” Nicolas shouted urgently.

He signaled to the attendants beside him. “What are you standing around for? Pull him off her!”

Immediately, several attendants rushed forward, trying to separate them. But Michael’s hand was locked tightly around Willow’s throat.

The harder the attendants pulled, the more pain it caused Willow.

They didn’t know how to proceed. Michael’s eyes only fixated on Willow, his fingers tightening again and again.

He was truly about to kill her when Nicolas’s anxious voice rang out, “Michael, let her go. Willow is carrying your child!”

Michael froze, shock flashing across his face.

He looked at the dying Willow and instinctively loosened his grip.

As her body began to fall, he quickly caught her again, his eyes filled with confusion and panic.

Michael stared at Nicolas, his voice trembling, “What did you say? Say it again.”

Seeing him release Willow, Nicolas finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward, signaling someone to take Willow from Michael’s arms, then said, “Willow. She’s pregnant.”

Willow’s violent coughing brought Michael back to reality.

He first stared blankly at the ground. After a while, a hoarse laugh escaped his throat.

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Chapter 358

A repressed, wounded howl, like a lone wolf in agony, tore out of his chest.

His tall figure seemed to collapse inward like his spine had been ripped out.

He stumbled and crashed heavily to the stone ground.

Tears gushed from his eyes as he let out an anguished, gut–wrenching cry.

Michael pounded the ground with his fists like a madman, his expression shattered and hysterical. “Why… Why are you doing this to me??

The news of Willow’s pregnancy brought him no joy, only helplessness and despair.

They had already ended things between them. Yet fate had cruelly tied them back together with the existence of a new life.

To him, this feeling was worse than death.

Willow looked up at him with tear–filled eyes, her expression full of lingering fear. “Michael really wanted to kill me. Nicolas, just let him go…”

Nicolas patted her shoulder lightly, signaling her to stay calm.

Willow stepped forward again, reaching for Michael’s arm. “Michael, let me help you up. Your wounds need tending. I’ll take you back to bandage them.”

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