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.”

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

her pleas, prying her fingers away and dragging her

“Drive.”

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as they left Benevolent Care

you okay? If not, we can call

stomach issue.

they witnessed a scene of

But before they could approach, they saw a group of men forcing a

and Dawson’s face turned ashen.

that the girl from yesterday?”

felt a chill run

them.” Dawson commanded, dialing

so composed, now seemed visibly rattled

sped up, but Ryan kept close behind, blaring the horn as a

interference, ordered Quill, “Shake

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

cars drove out of the city very soon, venturing onto a winding

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

them off the cliff?” Quill suggested,

Look at the plate of that car! You hit them, you sign your death

such matters, was rather annoyed.

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

had a customized license plate like that was an extremely important figure in the government. He only wanted to teach Hamilton a

she really have connections this

Quill

looked out the window. “At the cliff up ahead,

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

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Chapter 132

the cliff, and Natalia was pushed over the edge.

tangle of despair and bittersweet relief. No more entanglements with Hamilton, no more disappointments, no more pain. If there was another life, she wished never

to the cold embrace of the sea.

sped away, leaving Natalia to her fate.