Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 116 She Really Wants My Life

Faye's face twisted with rage, eyes blazing with hatred. The once sweet angel had morphed into a bloodthirsty demon.

Gasping for air, I grabbed her wrist, trying to shove her away.

"What the hell are you doing?" I croaked out.

In the darkness, Faye suddenly laughed. It wasn't her usual sweet giggle but a sinister cackle, making her look even more terrifying.

"What am I doing? I'm gonna kill you."

Every word she spat out dripped with venom. I got why she was pissed after losing the competition, even though she kept calling me Emily. But nothing should've made her act like I'd done something unforgivable. I struggled, but her grip was iron. My head got fuzzy from lack of oxygen, and my vision started to blur.

"Ethan," I called out weakly.

Faye sneered, staring at me with triumph.

"I bet even if I killed you, Ethan wouldn't have the guts to send me to jail. He'd defend me. You believe that?"

I wasn't thinking anymore. I kicked her in the stomach. She fell back, and her grip loosened.

Gasping for breath, I rolled off the bed and lay on the floor before slowly sitting up, clutching my neck, and coughing.

Faye, now sitting on the bed, glared at me with undiminished hatred but seemed calmer and didn't attack again.

I stared at her like she was nuts.

"Faye, losing one competition isn't the end. You've got your whole life ahead.If you kill me, you'll ruin your own future. I've lived longer,, so I've already won. But what about you?"

Faye was breathing heavily like me, as if all her hatred was stuck in her chest and couldn't be expelled.

In the quiet room, the only sounds were our heavy breathing.

She stared at me and laughed coldly.

"My life? Emily, you ruined my life with your own hands. And now you're playing the good guy?"

I looked at her frankly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

her frail shoulders trembling with her

and the hatred in her eyes pierced me like

You made me lose

taken aback. Her words felt

own opinions. How

grabbed the bedsheet, trembling with force as if she were

she didn't ask for

I opened the restroom door and saw that girl running away, I had a bad feeling. I didn't expect it

in the restroom. She did ask me who I thought should advance. But I swear I didn't tell her to vote for Connie. I didn't tell her to vote for you

didn't dodge in time, and it

the floor, I got

not. To be honest, Connie is talented. Winning over you was expected. Did you switch

had been very aggressive, but now there was

didn't answer, but I

calm, you're bound to lose. But you're so young and already have so many devious thoughts. Who taught you that? Sure, society can be tough, but in the end, good wins out. You've

at a loss for words to refute me. After a long while,

I suppose you put in a lot of effort

malice from across the room. "You really don't get how much Ethan loves

started slapping herself, one smack after

dodged back and grabbed a vase from the bedside table,

was sharp, and shards of porcelain flew

could

the door was pushed open, she ignored

doorway and turned on the room light, illuminating the

a swollen face, looking like the innocent victim, while I stood

and helped her up without asking a single question. It seemed he had already

wiping her tears and

burden. I shouldn't

that, she suddenly got up and ran out of the

the door, and finally turned

couldn't read his expression, but Ethan didn't seem to blame me; he just

heart heavy. I wondered where Faye would go in the middle of the night. No matter what happened tonight, whose fault it was, or

few seconds before

to watch his

bit more rational than the impulsive Faye. I wanted to be impulsive, to act recklessly when