Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1024: What did she do to deserve this?

[WARNING: This Chapter contains sensitive content. ]

Meanwhile...

"Please don't kill me, don't kill me, please..." Patricia muffled her cries as she gripped the steering wheel, their car coming to a halt in a residential area currently under redevelopment. Despite the houses around, they were either abandoned or no one was nearby.

"Please, please..." she begged, tears and snot mixing on her face. "Please, if money is what you want, I can give it to you. Just tell me the amount. My family still has money. Just ask them, and they'll give you the money. Please don't hurt me. Please."

The men, however, didn't care much about her muffled pleading. Instead, they ducked and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Once they were sure it was safe, the man in the front passenger seat fixed his eyes on Patricia.

"Get out," he ordered, frowning when she continued to beg them without listening. "I said, out, you stupid bitch!"

Patricia whimpered as she jumped, startled, getting hit by the shoulder when the man swung his pistol down toward her side. She raised her trembling hands and turned to look at the man in the front passenger seat.

"Please, don't kill me..." she muttered helplessly, more terrified because she couldn't see his face due to the lack of light.

"Get out," he repeated coldly. "Don't make me repeat myself, Miss. And stop with your whimpering. That's not going to change anything."

Patricia instinctively pursed her lips, muffling her sobs as she nodded. As instructed, she reached for the door. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She didn't know these men, nor did she know what they wanted.

Patricia carefully glanced at the windshield and saw the empty street. There was only one streetlamp, and even that

gulping nervously as she slowly gazed down

doing? Get moving, bitch!" the man behind her yelled

door open. As soon as she pushed it and

run! Fast! Run! They're going to kill me! Worse, they'll... they'll violate me

"Hey, she's running away!"

"God damn it!"

to herself, "Help!!!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the silent area. "Help me, please! Someone is trying

had ever screamed before. Along with it came tears, helplessness, and a fear she had never felt. She had always said that death itself never scared her... but it did now. Right

she known this would happen, she never would've picked up that envelope from

screamed, still running as fast as she

tripped, not noticing a small bump in the concrete. In the high heels she was wearing, she easily fell over, scraping her knees and palms.

she winced in pain, checking her palms and seeing blood. When she looked down, she winced again as

the streetlamp began to flicker more intensely. Her breath hitched again, and her entire body tensed up. Her eyes went wide as realization hit her.

tears, and she shook her head as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. "Please she begged them one fast time, @bbing her bleeding palms together as she quickly positioned herself to kneel.

Fear had numbed everything.

I promise I won't say anything. Just let

her were unfazed. If anything, their eyes looked colder and harsher, with no trace of sympathy for her. The man who had been in the front

man suddenly grabbed Patricia by the hair and dragged her by

the floor, her body still lying on the ground. "Please!!! Stop it now! Let me go!!! Don't