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.”

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

prying her fingers away and dragging

“Drive.”

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Dawson as they left

not, we can call in

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

they witnessed a scene of chaos not

the commotion. But before they could approach, they saw

Dawson’s face

that the girl

chill run down his

commanded, dialing 911

now seemed visibly rattled as he drove in

up, but Ryan kept close behind, blaring

interference, ordered Quill,

on the gas. The

drove out of the city very

behind somehow always managed to maneuver like a pro and keep a close distance.

run them off the cliff?” Quill suggested,

of that car! You hit them, you sign your death warrant!”

matters, was rather annoyed.

around since he was young, he knew a thing or two about

that was an extremely important figure in

Natalia. Did she really have connections

Quill snapped.

out the window. “At the cliff

much left to live for. Her life had just begun;

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was unmoved. The van halted at the cliff, and

and bittersweet relief. No more entanglements with Hamilton, no more disappointments, no more pain. If there was another life, she wished never to cross paths

to the

leaving Natalia to her