Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 163

Shawn screamed.

Leaves and tangled weeds gave way beneath him. With a shrilling cry, Shawn tumbled headfirst into the pit. Blood began to spread across his chest and pool beneath him.

He had set this trap himself. The bottom of his trap was lined with spikes.

Karma was served cold.

Felicia clicked her tongue and shone a flashlight onto Shawn's face. "Serves you right, doesn't it?"

Shawn howled in pain. Sweat poured down his face. Yet, amidst the agony, he found a grim relief. Thankfully, in his rush to dig the pit, he'd only added a few small nails at the bottom. If he'd gone with knives instead, he might not even be alive right now. His sense of relief only lasted shortly. Fury surged up inside him, hotter than ever.

He struggled to shift his body, so he twisted his head to glare at Felicia. He growled, "So you knew all along, huh? Even so, you still followed me, you witch!"

Felicia kicked him back down into the pit, yanking the knife from his hand. She said coldly, "Lucas isn't here, is he? Where did you hide him?"

someone captive so that he could lure Lucas in. No one was actually

breath. A twisted grin spread across his face. "Why don't you

downright pleased with himself. He was certain Felicia wouldn't dare to do

second, the satisfaction

scattering the birds in the trees. A few

on the ground, casting light over only half of her face. The other half

the knife into Shawn's arm and twisted

eyes widened in agony, Felicia's voice was calm. She spoke patiently, "Don't worry, I've only severed a few nerves in your arm. That's

muttered the

an eerie lightness. Shawn's

her, eyes wide with terror. Felicia looked like a

"How dare you..."

shook with rage. He wanted nothing more than

Felicia felt wronged.

kill her. She was simply giving him a taste of his own medicine. Wasn't that