The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 174

His tone was resolute. "I don't want this either, but today, one of us has to die before this door will open. She's the weakest."

"If you want to blame someone, blame her for being too weak."

Una glanced at Farris, who was standing beside Sellers. "Is that how you see it too?" she asked.

Farris said nothing, but drew his knife in silent reply.

Una read their intentions instantly. Her eyes turned cold and sharp. "Citrine, I'm not letting them touch you. As long as I'm breathing, no one is going to hurt you."

She took a few steps back, pulled out her own knife, and positioned herself protectively in front of Citrine, ready to fight.

Hanson stepped back with her, his gaze steady as he looked at the others. "For the past three years, Citrine has been like a little sister to me. If you want to kill her, you'll have to go through me first."

Seeing their determination, Sellers and Farris dropped the pretense and attacked without another word.

was a woman and Hanson was just a teenager-neither stood a chance physically against the two burly men. The fight was quick and brutal.

But as Sellers raised his knife, ready to drive it into Una's chest,

hard into

lunged forward, trying to stop

before they hit

room, Farris stabbed Hanson in the

two people who had cared for

the door

bodies, sobbing uncontrollably. As the door creaked open, she sprang at the

let go!" The island master yanked her hair, trying to

let go. She nearly bit off half his finger before they managed to pry her loose

was beaten again for her

healed, Citrine made up her mind: she would escape this hell, no matter what it

learned every route on the island. That very night, she put her plan into

costing her life. But this time, she got away clean.