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.”

smirked bitterly, fear making her voice quiver. “You think you can leverage me to get to Hamilton? It’s pointless, Orpheus. Hamilton doesn’t love me. You won’t

fingers away and dragging her into the

“Drive.”

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they left

Dawson, you okay? If not, we can call in

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

they witnessed a scene of

could approach, they saw a group of men forcing a woman into a

Broze, and Dawson’s face

the girl

a chill run down his spine.

dialing 911 without

so composed, now seemed visibly

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

ordered Quill,

rear–view mirror, then stepped on the gas.

of the city very soon, venturing

car behind somehow always managed to maneuver like a pro

just run them off the cliff?” Quill suggested, frustration

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

with such matters, was

was well aware of the stakes. Though he had been messing around

an extremely important figure in the government. He only

at the bound Natalia. Did she really have connections this high up?

now?” Quill

the window. “At the cliff up ahead, dump

to live for. Her life had just begun; she had yet to enjoy it; she had yet to witness her mother wake

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Chapter 132

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

no more disappointments, no more pain. If there was another life, she

to the cold

sped away, leaving Natalia