The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 311

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Chapter 311

Athena closed the door behind her, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Athena strode to Willow’s bedside and, without hesitation, produced silver needles from her pouch.

Without even glancing at the proper acupuncture points, Athena recklessly jabbed the needles into Willow’s body.

The so–called acupuncture treatment was pure fabrication. Willow remained unconscious simply because of her frail constitution.

In truth, she was fully aware. She simply couldn’t wake up.

To put it bluntly, it was half pretense, half genuine injury.

Willow’s face twisted in agony as Athena haphazardly jabbed needles into her.

Moments later, Willow’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

Athena leaned over Willow, a cold, mocking smile on her lips. “Finally decided to wake up, have we?”

“You…” Willow’s eyes widened in terror as she stared at Athena. She tried to scramble away, but her limbs refused to obey.

The slightest movement sent sharp, searing pain radiating through her chest.

Willow pleaded, her voice trembling, “No… please, stay away…”

She trembled violently, like a desperate, cornered rabbit.

Her wide eyes brimmed with tears, spilling endlessly down her cheeks.

She looked at Athena as if she were facing a monster.

Athena settled herself onto the chair with unhurried grace, watching Willow with the taunting amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.

Athena watched with cold amusement as Willow struggled for breath before her, trembling in abject terror like a cornered

mouse.

But Athena felt not the slightest trace of satisfaction, only a deep, burning hatred.

Athena’s voice cut like ice. “Did it ever cross your mind, when you murdered Thalia and Macy, that you’d end up like this yourself?”

Willow’s eyes flew wide with shock. She had no idea why Athena was suddenly in her room.

‘She’s come to kill me!‘ Willow thought in terror.

“Help! Someone! Please, save me…” Willow screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice growing hoarse from calling out again and again, yet no one came to her rescue.

Athena gave a cold laugh. “Save your breath, they’re not getting in. If I really wanted you dead, do you think I’d have let you open your eyes?”

Willow trembled violently, curling up into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably. “Athena, please believe me! I had nothing to do with Thalia and Macy’s deaths. It really wasn’t me!”

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Chapter 311

“Still clinging to your lies, Willow? You’re truly beyond redemption.” Athena’s gaze was full of mocking pity. “The underworld judges will decide when you reach hell. And liars get their tongues cut out.”

Willow shrank into the corner, gasping for breath between sobs. “Please… please don’t kill me,” she pleaded, her voice shaking with terror.

“Your hands are drenched in blood, you even dared to kill your own father. What wouldn’t you dare do?” Athena spat, her voice thick with contempt.

Athena leaned in abruptly, murmuring coldly, “No audience here. Why play the fragile victim for me?”

At these words, Willow’s tears dried instantly.

Willow fixed her red–rimmed eyes on Athena, feigning innocence as she asked tentatively, “I truly don’t understand what you mean, sister.”

Athena said, “I saw everything at the back hills of Guardian Church. It was all you. You orchestrated Daniel’s visit to the church, then made sure Matthew saw him attack Eloise. In a fit of rage, Matthew killed him and dumped the body in the back hills.”

With each word Athena spoke, Willow’s eyes grew wider and wider.

Willow shook her head frantically, her voice trembling. “It wasn’t me, it wasn’t! You can’t blame me for this, he was just too greedy!”

“Tell me,” Athena demanded abruptly, “why did you murder Thalia and Macy?”

Athena couldn’t fathom why. She thought, ‘Even if Macy and Thalia are Willow’s trusted aides, if Willow didn’t like them anymore, she could’ve just sold them off. Why go to such lengths?

‘But why did she torture and murder them both, even cutting out Macy’s tongue?

‘What secrets was Willow so afraid Thalia and Macy would expose?‘

The question had tormented Athena for too long. She leaned in, her voice razor–sharp. “Tell