The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 433

Chapter 433: My Hell
The sky rumbled as a downpour swallowed everything in sight. Umbrellas moved in flocks, guiding people to their destinations; car wipers fought against the rain as traffic slowed to a crawl; others huddled under awnings, waiting for the storm to pass.

But someone out there couldn’t be bothered by the weather.

In the middle of the cemetery, the rain was drowned out by the sound of a shovel striking the earth—heavy, violent, relentless. Soil flew upward with each swing, splattering across the headstone and grass. The storm’s pitter-patter faded beneath the rhythm of angry screams.

In it was Lola.

“Young Madam…” Izu called quietly, standing a short distance away. His umbrella hung forgotten at his side as he watched her from under the rain.

Lola didn’t care. Why would she?

Her soaked hair clung to her face, her blouse stuck to her skin, and mud painted her hands and legs. But she kept digging, too immersed in her fury to feel the cold or the exhaustion. Each shove of the shovel was accompanied by a low, unsuccessful scream that sounded like a grunt, as she dug through the soaked soil above Loren’s grave.

Izu stood still, his expression tight with concern. He could hear her faint, soundless screams. The kind even thunder couldn’t muffle.

Meanwhile, Lola kept going like the world itself had wronged her. Every time the shovel hit the ground, she lost another piece of herself. Her chest heaved, her breath sharp and uneven.

Did it make her feel better?

Absolutely not.

If anything, it made the fury burn hotter.

“How…” she hissed through clenched teeth, slamming the shovel into the mud. The soil was heavier now with the rain soaking through it, but she didn’t care. “…dare you?!”

Finally, a piercing scream tore from her throat as she drove the shovel into the ground with all her might.

THUD!

Lola’s shoulders trembled as she panted, chest rising and falling like waves in a storm. Her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, her eyes red and wild. She didn’t even know if she was crying anymore, as her face was already wet with the rain.

But no tears came.

Her eyes stung, her chest burned, but nothing fell. It was as if her body had forgotten how to cry.

“Of all the people…” she spat out, her voice breaking. “Of all the people — LOREN YOUNG!”

Yet, her scream simply dissolved into the rain.

All her life, she told herself she was born to suffer. It was almost a joke to her—a cruel kind of humor she’d learned to live with. But now, standing in this grave, it didn’t feel like a joke at all.

Because the person who caused all that suffering… was the one she loved the most.

Loren.

Her mother, her guide, her everything, and her greatest betrayer.

Lola wasn’t born to suffer. Loren made her suffer.

And with that realization, every memory she’d cherished shattered into a thousand pieces. Every moment, every laugh, every lullaby now felt like lies whispered in the dark. A single handwritten paper wouldn’t be able to save all of it.

“Why…” she breathed, lifting the shovel again before slamming it down. “WHY?!”

Thud!

Mud and water splashed up again, adding more dirt to her arms and legs. But she didn’t stop. She struck again and again, harder than the last, until the wood beneath the shovel cracked.

Still, she kept going.

Her screams rose with every strike, raw and heart-wrenching, tearing through the storm like lightning.

From afar, she looked like a woman who had completely snapped. From Izu’s position, she was just a silhouette, one moving in chaotic rhythm as the shovel rose and fell over the open grave. The sound of metal hitting wood echoed through the cemetery, mixing with the rain and thunder.

Time passed, and still Lola didn’t stop. Not even until the coffin cracked open beneath her blows.

And even then, she screamed, as if breaking it could undo what had been done.

By now, several figures had gathered at the cemetery’s surroundings. Izu turned at the sound of footsteps approaching. There, Atlas was approaching, rain dripping from his coat, followed by guards, Allen, Slater, and Penny.

“How long has she been like that?” Allen asked, worry written all over his face.

“Since we arrived,” Izu said quietly, his voice heavy.

And they’ve been here for over an hour now. Even he couldn’t believe she’d managed to dig that deep so quickly, but adrenaline could move mountains.

Slater pressed his lips into a line and looked to his brother. “First Brother…” he whispered, eyes reddening at the screams echoing through the rain. “Do something.”

Even Penny could barely stand still. Watching Lola break down like this was unbearable. It reminded her too much of herself—how pain, when caged too long, always broke free as fury.

She turned to Atlas, voice trembling. “First Brother… please. Help.”

But Atlas didn’t answer right away. He stood there in silence, eyes fixed on the open grave. The others couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, or simply cold.

Finally, he exhaled, the rain washing down his face as he stepped forward.

“Go back to the car,” he said quietly. “It’s raining.”

How words sounded misplaced, his tone almost cruelly calm. But he didn’t explain himself. He meant every word. They should just go back.

He walked out from under the umbrella, letting the rain soak him as he approached the grave. When he reached the edge, he stopped, looking down at the woman inside.

“I hate you! I hate you!” Lola screamed, not noticing him. “I hate you!”

THUD!

The shovel came down again, cracking against the skull inside the coffin. She froze, chest heaving, staring at what remained of the woman she once called mother.

At the same time, a faint thud behind her rang, but she didn’t turn around.

Her eyes stayed on the broken coffin. Her hands, now bruised from the assault with visible cuts, were trembling. The anger was gone now, but it left behind only a hollow ache.

What filled her chest wasn’t rage anymore. It was grief— a torturous, all-consuming grief.

Her knees wobbled and finally gave way. She fell forward, slumping onto the mud with her knees and palms. The shovel stood upright beside her, buried deep in the wooden remains.

“Atlas,” she whispered, recognizing the quiet presence behind her without looking. Her pale lips trembled as she bit them until she tasted blood.

Slowly, she looked back at him.

The rain blurred her vision, but she could still make out his face—the calm, unreadable expression that only deepened her pain. Her eyes welled up, tears finally mixing with the rain.

Silence fell between them, and only the storm spoke, its rhythm soft against their shoulders.

Atlas took a deep breath, stepping closer until he stood over her. Then, slowly, he knelt down, lowering himself to her level.

“I’ll take you far away from here,” he whispered, cupping her cheek with gentle hands that contrasted the storm around them. “Marry me.”

This time, her tears came freely.

Lola nodded, her voice trembling. “Anywhere… but here,” she whispered. “I’d rather be in hell than be here.”

A faint smile curved on his lips, though his eyes stayed dark.

“My hell,” he murmured, brushing her tears away, “is a place they will never reach… but this hell is not going to hurt you so long as I’m around.”