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.”

her voice quiver. “You think you can leverage me to get to Hamilton? It’s pointless,

prying her fingers away

“Drive.”

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supported Dawson as they left

not, we can call

head. “It’s an old stomach issue. Acts up when I skip meals.”

witnessed a scene

before they could approach, they saw

Broze, and Dawson’s face turned ashen.

girl from yesterday?”

a chill run down his spine.

them.” Dawson commanded, dialing 911 without

normally so composed, now seemed visibly rattled

but Ryan kept close behind, blaring the horn

annoyed by the interference, ordered Quill, “Shake

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

the city very soon, venturing onto a

car behind somehow always managed to maneuver like a pro and keep a

just run them off the cliff?”

of that car! You hit them, you sign your

unfamiliar with such matters, was rather

well aware of the stakes. Though he had been messing around since he was young, he knew a thing

had a customized license plate like that was an extremely important figure in the government. He only wanted to teach Hamilton a lesson, not to seek

Did she really have connections this

Quill snapped.

window. “At the cliff up

eyes pleaded for mercy. She didn’t want to die, not with so much left to live for. Her life had just begun; she had yet to enjoy it; she had yet to witness her mother wake up.

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halted at the

with Hamilton, no more disappointments, no more pain. If there was another life, she wished never

her eyes, surrendering to the cold

away, leaving