Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 77

Late at night.

Sitting comfortably in first class, Sylvia, as bright as a button despite the hour, savored her coffee.

She peered out the window, but the ink–dipped darkness of the night made it impossible to discern even

the contours of the clouds.

With a waning interest, Sylvia was about to withdraw her gaze when a familiar silhouette caught her eye

in the window’s reflection.

The figure wore sunglasses, briefly making eye contact before dodging her gaze.

Her defenses rose as she took a covert sweep of her surroundings, only to find that her bodyguards had, at some point, slipped into slumber, as had the rest of the passengers.

A whiff of danger tingled her senses.

Rising to investigate the other cabins, she found herself facing a well–suited man and his entourage, all

well–built and closing in on her.

The man in question was none other than Mr. Sunglasses himself.

It seemed that their intentions were very clear. It was obvious that they were targeting her.

Sylvia simply stood still.

If evasion was out of the question, it was better to fight head–on.

“Miss Lancelot, long time no see,” the man removed his sunglasses, flashing a grin. “You probably didn’t expect us to meet again so soon.”

“It’s you?”

Sylvia’s brow furrowed.

The man, Tim, motioned to his followers who quickly swarmed Sylvia.

“Rumor has it Miss Lancelot is quite the hand at ju–jitsu, but I advise you to behave yourself. This plane’s under my thumb, and if you so much as twitch, I won’t think twice about going down in flames, causing an air disaster. I’m sure you don’t want these passengers to bite the dust because of you.”

His grin wiped off, he settled in his seat, casting an indifferent gaze upon her.

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command from Mr. Fallen.”

frosty. “He’d actually send

vile deeds you committed against Miss Mellis, Mr. Fallen’s betrothed, won’t go unpunished. This is the piper you

hand, Tim cautioned, “Avoid futile resistance. All lives aboard are now in my palm, unless you truly wish to lead this band of innocents into the

darting around to plot an

expect him to be so cutthroat. Clearly, Nancy is his apple

As she spoke, she stealthily stretched out her

her seat.

he barked, “Don’t try to pull a fast one, or you won’t be the only one meeting your maker on this plane. Try it if you

other passengers hostage, their

warning.

on her lips, grabbed the scalding hot cup of coffee from her

Tím.

you to decide how I play my cards,”

eyes were on the flying coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door and slung the parachute bag onto her back as fast as greased lightning. Then, without a second thought, she took a leap of faith into

the pitch–black night.

let her take the leap!”

the time Tim

cabin door, peering out

was a canvas of twinkling stars, no sign

the inky abyss, the howling wind filling

popped open

still lingered at the cabin door, staring into the darkness. The

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goner. She’ll be nothing more than a smear on

one way or another, he had completed the task Nancy had entrusted him with.

asleep?” he murmured into

he had secretly lifted the phone surveillance

I sleep without hearing from you? How’s the task I gave

assured, it’s done,”

do you mean

octave, “Did you mess up? Is she

from the plane with no safety measures.

of relief washed over Nancy. “Well done, Tim. I really owe you one,” she

hanging up, she let out a triumphant laugh.

was, she still lost to her in

shot in the arm, she hadn’t lost sight of