The Wrong Woman

Chapter 441

Lucas drew a deep breath, quelling his rage as he stowed away Mila’s gun, muttering curses under his breath directed at Oliver. “This lovestruck fool is indeed a failure. We’ve witnessed the might of this gun before, yet he let her bring it in. Piece of shit.”

With that, Lucas pivoted and strode away, his voice firm as he issued commands. “Clean up these bodies and lock these women up separately.”

“Anyone who dares to lay a hand on them will lose his dick,” Lucas thundered. “Do you, understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Vega,” his subordinates chorused in response.

Without delay, the burly men escorted Mila out of the room.

As Lucas‘ figure receded, Mila desperately cried out, her voice echoing through the corridor. “Please, get a doctor for Phoebe. She’s suffering from internal injuries. Please, get help for her.”

Ignoring her pleas, Lucas continued on his way, his steps resolute.

Separated from Phoebe once more, Mila persisted in banging on the door as she was confined to her room, her voice pleading. “Can’t you hear me? Get a doctor for Phoebe, and get her some medication. I’m begging you.”

shimmered with tears, a radiant smile gracing her

Night descended.

unable to find rest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for

a deafening clap of thunder

covering her ears and curling into a

fear of thunder persisted, even after reclaiming her memories. The day her parents were attacked, it was raining, the sensation of drowning in the water haunting

rumbled, and lightning flashed outside, accompanied by pouring rain. Mila cocooned herself

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their warmth as she curled her legs beneath

the thunder rumbled to a halt, and the rain’s relentless drumming softened

door, barely audible but distinct in Mila’s ears.

impenetrable. darkness. Perhaps it was the storm

unease. The power outage alone was unsettling, but the eerie silence

threw off the blankets and slipped out of bed, navigating the

trembling hands, she unlocked the

against the door from the other side, causing Mila to