Chapter 9
My mother’s laughter was harsh, almost hysterical.
“Walls have ears, Donovan. You made them suffer–now it’s your turn to go to hell.”
The glossed–over reality was completely shattered. The man I called “father” had disappeared, replaced by something completely twisted-
He sat casually on the sofa, lit a cigar, and watched my mother lying on the floor with a detached, almost amused expression.
“I should thank you for your excellent genes,” he said lightly, “otherwise I wouldn’t have enjoyed it so thoroughly.”
“The feeling your daughters gave me is still unforgettable–absolutely intoxicating! Each one gave me a different and new experience.”
“Unfortunately, they’ve grown up now and are nowhere near as… interesting as they were when they were little.”
Mom screamed, “They are your daughters! How could you do such disgusting things to them?!”
At that moment, everything became terrifyingly clear.
I think I finally understood why my mom wanted to kill me.
I rushed toward the front door as if fleeing, dialing 911 in the yard. My hands trembled violently, tears streaming down my cheeks, and I didn’t even notice.
Inside the room, Dad took another deep drag on his cigar, looking completely unfazed.
“A man’s desires are not for you to judge,” he said softly. “You just need to be a good breeding machine, give me girls, and let them be my slaves and toys–you’ll want for nothing.”
Mom spat again. “You’ll pay for this! You pervert! God will punish you!”
Hearing this, Dad extinguished his cigar on the antique side table, grabbed Mom, and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight.
“Fine! Before God appears, you’d better give me a girl!”
But Mom shattered his fantasy with a simple sentence:
“Dream on. During this abortion, I had a hysterectomy!”
Dad froze for a moment, then erupted into a rage. His eyes wild with anger, veins bulging on his forehead, he clamped his hands around her throat.
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“Then go to hell! I’ll find another whore to bear my daughter!”
This time, his grip was lethal.
As the seconds ticked by, Mom’s struggles grew weaker.
Just as her movements began to slow, I and Officer Whitesmith burst into the room with the FBI SWAT team.
“Don’t move! Let her go! Hands up, now!” Whitesmith shouted, drawing her gun and aiming directly at my father’s
head.
My father on the bed stopped choking her–but still brazenly threatened to take legal action against the officers for “illegal entry.”
Whitesmith merely nodded sharply, dispatching two male officers to subdue him.
“Ryder Donovan,” Whitesmith announced, “you are under arrest for child abuse, financial fraud, and attempted
murder! Come with us!”
Later, at the investigative agency, Officer Whitesmith explained everything to me:
Earlier, she had reached an agreement with my mother to intentionally release her, using her pregnancy as bait to
control my father until they could solidify all his criminal actions.
I finally realized that the “loving father” I had grown up with was actually an irredeemable monster.
While presenting himself to the world as a diligent, honest, and upright professional, he secretly ran a criminal empire. Fraud, assassination, and even the depraved operation of an underground child pornography industry–he committed every imaginable crime.
As a result, the extensive networks he had established across both legal and illegal industries forced law enforcement to proceed with extreme caution. Deep undercover work was their only viable option.
Fortunately, the FBI finally gathered enough evidence to convict him.
Three months later, in a crowded courtroom, the judge announced Ryder Donovan’s sentence: life imprisonment without parole.
After my father was imprisoned, during my first prison visit, I sat across from him, separated by bulletproof glass,
His eyes still gleamed with the same unrepentant hunger.
“What a pity,” he smirked, licking his lips. “I almost had you. I even prepared our love nest in advance. If I had known things would turn out this way, I wouldn’t have bothered with the one in your mother’s womb.”
He showed no sign of regret, and all I felt was a sickening revulsion.
How could a father sink so low, becoming a despicable pedophile who preyed on his own flesh and blood?
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You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison. Can’t you admit that what you did was wrong?”
Ryder Donovan laughed, his mouth filled with malice.
“At least I enjoyed every moment of it! Every second was worth it!” His lecherous laughter echoed through the visiting room.
I felt utterly exhausted. My poor sisters and mother had been trapped in the clutches of such a monster for years.
I didn’t waste another word on him–only leaving him with one final statement:
Your sins can never be washed away. The flames of sin will consume you entirely.”
Later, I moved back home to care for my frail mother.
We never spoke of that monster again–until Whitesmith called with the news: he had been beaten to death in prison.
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