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?"

to laugh coldly, her frail shoulders trembling

and the hatred in

for my opponent. You made me lose this competition, and

aback. Her words

has her own opinions.

grabbed the bedsheet, trembling with force as if she were gripping

ask for your opinion?

restroom door and saw that girl running away, I had

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

me. I didn't dodge in time, and it hit me

at the pillow on the floor, I

To be honest,

had been very aggressive, but now there was a fleeting look of guilt in her

answer, but I

But you're so young and already have so many devious thoughts. Who taught you that? Sure, society can be

refute me. After a long

of effort to get Ethan,

from the bed, glaring at me with pure malice from across the room. "You really don't

started slapping herself, one smack after another, each one echoing like

I lunged to stop her. She dodged back and grabbed a vase from the bedside table, smashing

and shards

went on a rampage, smashing everything she could find, even her own makeup on

ignored the shards on the floor and collapsed,

turned

sat on the floor, crying with a swollen face, looking like the innocent victim, while

single question. It seemed he had already judged me guilty; he hadn't looked

didn't get up, wiping her

just a burden. I shouldn't even be

and ran

Faye disappear through the door, and finally turned to look

but Ethan didn't

heart heavy. I wondered where Faye would go in the middle of the night. No matter what happened tonight, whose fault it was, or who had ulterior motives, she couldn't come to any trouble. "Aren't you gonna chase after

me for a few seconds before turning and walking

it hurt to watch

too. I wasn't invincible, just a bit more rational than