The Revenge Of The Billionaire Heir : A Taste Of Hell

Chapter Thirty : The Flames Of War

Chapter Thirty: The Flames of War

Clinton awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of hospital machinery. His body was a landscape of agony, each breath a struggle, each movement an invitation to a fresh wave of pain. The fire had ravaged him, leaving behind scorched skin, charred nerves, and a seething hatred that burned hotter than the flames that had nearly claimed his life.

He lay in the bed, wrapped in layers of gauze and bandages, his once imposing figure now reduced to a frail shell of its former self. The hospital room was dim, the blinds drawn to shield his sensitive eyes from the harsh light of day. Machines beeped steadily beside him, monitoring his vitals, a constant reminder of his fragility.

But Clinton’s mind was anything but fragile. As he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts were consumed by a single name: Matthew. The man he had once humiliated, imprisoned, and taken everything from had returned with a vengeance. And this time, Clinton was the one left