Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 132

Natalia’s heart thundered against her chest as she flung open the car door and bolted.

But no sooner had her feet hit the pavement than a gang of thugs gave chase.

Their leader, a scar slashing across his face, was particularly menacing.

In a flurry of panic, Natalia dialed 911.

To her dread, the line was busy; her call was stuck in a queue.

A pulse throbbed at her temple. Disconnecting the call, she dialed Hamilton’s number, only to be met with the chilling tone of a dead line.

Her fingers clenched, a wave of despair washing over her. Without hesitation, she hit the speed dial for Alden.

Thankfully, this time, the call connected swiftly.

“Ms. Jenkins, what’s up so early?” Alden’s voice came through, calm and collected.

“Alden, help me, outside Benevolent Care Hospital, please, help…”

Before she could finish, a rough hand snatched her hair from behind.

“Dammit, you bitch! Quite the runner, huh?” The voice sneered, followed by a stinging slap across Natalia’s face. “I’d like to see you run now. Go on!”

Her ears rang from the blow, but she tried to maintain a composed facade. “I’ve already called the cops; they’re on their way. Just let me go, and I won’t press charges!”

Instead, she was dragged mercilessly toward a van parked by the curb.

Natalia clung to the door, refusing to be shoved inside.

“Break her grip!” came the command.

To her horror, the man waiting inside the van was Orpheus.

“What do you want?” she demanded, her voice shaking despite her efforts to sound steady. “Orpheus, I’ve done nothing to you!”

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe you haven’t, but your man sure has. Tie her up and gag her. We’ll send Hamilton a nice little photo.”

“You think you can leverage me to get to Hamilton? It’s pointless, Orpheus. Hamilton doesn’t love me. You won’t get anything from

pleas, prying her fingers away and

“Drive.”

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Dawson as they

we can call in specialists

head. “It’s an old stomach issue. Acts up when

they got into the car, they witnessed a

they could approach, they saw a

and Dawson’s face

girl from yesterday?”

chill run down his

commanded, dialing 911 without further

seemed visibly rattled as he

but Ryan kept close

by the interference, ordered Quill, “Shake them

the rear–view mirror, then stepped on the gas. The

of the city very soon, venturing onto a winding

matter how fast Quill drove, the car behind somehow always managed to maneuver like a

the cliff?” Quill suggested, frustration

your mind? Look at the plate of that car! You hit

matters, was

stakes. Though he had been messing around since he was young, he knew a thing or two about government–related matters.

who had a customized license plate like that was an extremely important figure in the government. He only

Natalia. Did she really have connections this high up?

now?” Quill snapped.

the

live for. Her life had just begun; she had yet to enjoy it; she had

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Chapter 132

unmoved. The van halted at the cliff, and Natalia was pushed over the

despair and bittersweet relief. No more entanglements with Hamilton, no more disappointments, no more pain. If there was another life, she

the cold embrace of

and Quill sped away, leaving Natalia to