CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 110- RUTHLESS

He could still remember it clearly—even now.

That look in Sienna’s eyes as she lay dying.

The hatred burning in her gaze, locked onto him like a curse.

She had said it.

"I hate you."

And now...

Sienna, you’ve won.

You’ve finally had your revenge.

Tears poured down Derrick’s weathered face like a broken dam. His aged features were twisted with regret and longing. Time, for a fleeting second, rewound itself. It was autumn again—the season he first met Sienna.

He had just lost his wife.

And she had appeared like an angel sent from the heavens.

So timely. So gentle. So perfect.

They met in a hospital.

Back then, Philip was only two years old—weak, sickly, fragile.

Allison had died giving birth to him. Derrick, devastated and alone, had brought the child back to L.A. to start over.

It was during one of Philip’s hospital stays that he met Sienna.

She was a trainee nurse—beautiful, bright-eyed, and full of warmth. The first time she saw Derrick, she was captivated. His maturity, his composure, his quiet strength as a grieving father... drew her in.

It didn’t take long for them to fall in love.

He married her.

For a time, they were happy.

Until Norman entered the picture.

What Derrick didn’t know then was that Sienna and Norman had already known each other.

They were once schoolmates—senpai and kouhai.

Norman never expected that Sienna would one day become his sister-in-law.

And worse—he couldn’t hide the love in his eyes.

Sienna, still pure and full of faith, loved Derrick deeply.

She accepted Norman’s invitations out of innocent kindness, believing it was nothing more than sibling warmth.

But when Derrick witnessed one of those meetings with his own eyes... everything shattered.

He began to suspect.

To doubt.

To surveil her every move.

Norman and Sienna always had something to talk about. Always shared secret smiles.

For Derrick—who was already estranged from his brother—this was intolerable.

Then came the arguments. The shouting.

Sienna, heartbroken and confused, cried to Norman in desperation.

And Norman... comforted her. Held her.

And that night, they crossed a line they shouldn’t have.

Derrick found them.

In his bed.

Together.

He went mad.

That night, he took Sienna with a violence born from betrayal and rage.

All night long.

And it was that very night she became pregnant.

Derrick was certain it was Norman’s child.

He demanded she get rid of that shameful bastard baby.

But Sienna swore—the child was his.

He didn’t believe her.

How could he?

He had seen her with Norman.

He was no fool. No man would be so easily tricked.

So he punished her.

With cruelty. With Louis.

He locked her away in a golden cage—a mansion that became her prison.

She was no longer a wife, but a prisoner.

Depression consumed her.

If not for the child growing inside her, she might have ended it all.

She gave birth to Charles.

For two years, Derrick treated him as Norman’s bastard son.

Sienna’s eyes turned hollow.

Filled with despair.

Hatred.

And he still didn’t believe her.

He had locked her away.

Humiliated her.

Doubted her.

Tortured her.

He was the monster who pushed her further and further... into Norman’s arms.

After that, Sienna stopped explaining.

Even though Charles was his son.

But Derrick’s mind was made up. No truth could pierce that iron will.

And that mistake...

That one, irreversible mistake—

Doomed everything that followed.

Eventually, Norman had enough.

He used his company shares to buy Sienna’s freedom.

He gave her kindness.

Understanding.

Gentleness.

And when Sienna discovered she was carrying Derrick’s second child,

She made the decision to leave.

To go with Norman.

Because she no longer believed she could survive if she stayed.

She had tormented his heart.

And he... had shattered her body.

Once the heart goes numb—

All that remains... is hate.

And that second child—was August.

Born a year after Sienna and Norman left.

This truth twisted Derrick’s mind into chaos.

His heart darkened with a venomous hatred.

The woman who betrayed him.

The brother who betrayed him.

In his madness, Derrick used underhanded methods to kill Norman, desperate to take back the woman he loved.

But Sienna...

She chose to die for Norman.

He would never forget the burning hatred in her eyes at the end.

Maybe until her last breath, she still loved Derrick—

But her love was so deep, it turned into a venomous hate.

They had only ever slipped once, that one night.

But Derrick sentenced her to death for it.

And to the very end, she never told him—

Those two children were his sons.

Sienna had used the cruelest, most indirect way to get her revenge.

To repay Derrick’s pain and cruelty.

After a lifetime of fighting Norman,

Derrick realized he had lost...

To her.

Sienna, you were ruthless.

Regret and tears streamed down Derrick’s face, flowing into his mouth as he lay broken on the floor.

From sorrowful sobs to unrestrained wails, his tall frame was utterly defeated.

Anyone who had once feared Derrick’s name would never believe this pathetic sight before them.

He was guilty.

He couldn’t even forgive himself.

And he certainly couldn’t expect forgiveness from August or Charles.

He had always believed Philip was his only true biological son—

But because of that one mistake,

He almost destroyed his two other sons.

"Sienna, I was wrong. So wrong."

He had given Philip the best love he could.

But he had hurt the other two in the cruelest ways imaginable.

And now... all three sons were drifting further and further away.

"If you really knew what you’d done, then August is the one with the most right to hate you. You mustn’t lay a finger on him!"

Manfred’s solemn words echoed softly in Derrick’s ears, his vision blurred with tears.

Derrick’s life would now be a never-ending torment—

Trapped in the swamp of guilt and pain.

Philip wouldn’t understand him.

Charles wouldn’t forgive him.

And August... hated him the most.

Every shred of faith Derrick had clung to shattered in an instant.

He could no longer find even a glimmer of light.

From now on, his life would be swallowed by darkness.

He didn’t know when he lost consciousness.

But just before he closed his eyes,

He saw two faces—so painfully familiar.

Charles and August.

When had they come?

He didn’t know.

Perhaps they’d been standing close by when Manfred revealed the truth.

He just hadn’t seen them.

"Charles... August... forgive me..."

He stretched out his withered hands,

Desperate to grasp the hands of his sons.

But in the end—

No one reached out to hold his.