Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1025

Chapter 1025: Don’t push your luck.

Patricia had forgotten what movie it was, but she remembered a line from a film she had watched a long time ago. It said that standing before death’s door was a place of realization, regret, and clarity—a place of self-reflection.

There, a person would watch their life play before them. Some found peace in it; others found regret. But Patricia? She found anger she had never felt before — hatred that no one else could probably ever hold in their lifetime.

"I... kill you," she breathed out through gritted teeth, every breath feeling like stabbing pain in her lungs. Yet, she didn’t stop as she slowly gazed up at the people towering over her beaten body.

A short cough escaped her, her teeth smeared with blood, and her body could barely move from the pain it had inflicted. Yet, her eyes shone with greater malevolence than ever. Getting beaten to a pulp seemed like something that could break anyone’s spirit, but it seemed that for Patricia, getting beaten only made her spirit stronger... or perhaps, this was nothing but a struggle—the last act of bravery before her impending doom.

Either way, it didn’t matter to her.

She was furious to the point where her chest swelled with nothing but wishful thinking about their demise.

"With every breath I take, I curse you and your family to rot in the same trash you three came from," she muttered under her breath, laughing at their faces. "You three are going to have a more painful death than death itself, and you will never wish to live again after that."

The three strangers gazed down at her, scoffing in ridicule.

"What the hell is she talking about?" one of them laughed. "Does she think she’s some kind of ancient witch saying her last words?"

"Pfft — goodness. Did you hit her head or something?"

"I just slapped her a few times and kicked her in the stomach. She’s just too fragile to take any more beating," the person responsible for the beating touched the scratch on his face. "This bitch... acting like she’s tough when she can’t even take a beating. If I’d beaten her seriously, she’d have more than a few broken bones. She should be glad I didn’t hit her face more."

He then squatted down, studying her brave front as he examined her face. "She’s not that bad, actually."

"Not bad? I’d say she’s quite pretty."

"That’s why I avoided hitting her face. Otherwise..." The man licked his lips before smirking at her. "I can’t play with her and have fun, can I?"

The man shut his one eye as Patricia suddenly spat in his face. But instead of getting angry, he glanced at the other person.

"Hey, they didn’t tell us that we can’t do anything to her, right?" asked the man.

"As long as her body isn’t found."