The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The black sedan screeched to a halt, its tires squealing on the asphalt. Curses and the sounds of a struggle filled the air.

Brittany lay sprawled on the floor, fighting fiercely. Her delicate wrists chafed raw, blood dripping steadily from the ropes binding her.

Outside, the clash intensified.

With a burst of adrenaline, Brittany tore free from her bonds and ripped off the blindfold.

Peering through the window, she saw Isaac grappling with several thugs. He was outnumbered, the goons wielding knives. Isaac couldn't fend off the relentless assault.

Brittany crawled into the driver's seat, ignited the engine, and yelled, "Zakky, get out of the way!"

"Damn it, who left that dame alone in the car?" the head goon spat angrily.

Seizing the opportunity, Isaac landed a solid punch on the man's face. The thug cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground.

The others swarmed Isaac.

Caught off guard, Isaac took a blade to the back, coughing up blood, and dropped to his knees.

Brittany's eyes blazed with fury. She slammed her foot on the gas pedal and barreled towards the attackers!

The fierce wind turned into blades, cutting deep and splattering hot blood across the window, blooming a grotesque flower of gore. Thuds of heavy bodies hitting the ground echoed one after the other. Brittany snapped back to reality, trying to stop the car only to find the brakes were shot. Her face drained of color.

"Zakky, move!"

was

situation, didn't back off but instead ran to

thought Isaac had lost his mind-this was

shattered, and his hands reached in. In the next second, the door

wrapped his arms around Brittany, who recoiled from the metallic scent. He swung open

violently,

hit the ground hard, her head striking the road, blood oozing from her forehead. Overwhelmed by ether and injury, she watched the car roll, voiceless in

she had never known consumed her. Her slender

to pull out her phone, hands

was getting up, a steel pipe in hand,

oblivious to the danger,

was startled by her voice.

"Go to hell!"

erupted as Brittany turned to

stared at the disconnected call and remembered Brittany's choked sobs, instantly aware that something was

"Trace Brittany's whereabouts, now!"

within

you waiting

an incident an hour ago. Moreover, they had located the GPS on