Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 315 Mutual Destruction

Aaron stared at Emily's body, his eyes gleaming with desire. As he lunged forward to embrace her, she playfully dodged him, saying in a flirtatious voice, "Mr. Hughes, why don't you have another drink?"

But his patience had worn thin. He grabbed her forcefully, pinning her to the couch. "Trying to get me drunk?" he growled.

Aaron closed his eyes, lost in the moment. Emily, feigning seduction, lay against him with half-lidded eyes.

Suddenly, his heavy breathing transformed into a startled cry.

He seized Emily's wrist, hissing with rage. "You bitch! You're dead!"

The smile on Emily's face had long been replaced by intense hatred. She had driven a shard of glass-secretly picked up from the floor-deep into Aaron's neck.

As he gripped her hand, she used her free hand to clutch his throat. Blood stained her hands, but she showed no fear.

Once, she couldn't even kill a fish. Never had she imagined that one day she would take a life in such a brutal manner.

Despite his injury, Aaron was still stronger. He quickly threw her off.

Emily crashed onto the floor into a pile of glass fragments. Ignoring the pain, she grabbed a broken bottle and lunged at his neck again before he could rise from the couch.

When she had decided to return to Eclipse Lounge, Emily had been prepared to die. Now, fighting with all her might, she too suffered a slashed throat. Both were covered in blood.

Fortunately, Aaron's injuries were severe. He eventually collapsed from blood loss.

Emily was exhausted but refused to die this way-she wanted some dignity in death. She fumbled for her phone to call the police, then struggled to her feet, wrapping a tablecloth around herself.

These actions drained her remaining strength, but she was determined to stand. Barefoot and draped in the tablecloth, she painfully made her way to the door and out of the private room.

The first person who saw her screamed. Then, screams erupted throughout the lounge.

She walked slowly but with unwavering determination.

Peggy couldn't bring herself to approach, asking from a distance, "Emily, what happened?"

Emily didn't answer anyone's concerned questions.

Before she could exit Eclipse Lounge, the police arrived. The last to enter was Faris. Seeing him, Emily's vision blurred.

She smiled weakly at him and whispered, "I killed Aaron. I avenged my father."

At that moment, her strength failed her. As she collapsed, Faris caught her just in time.

Grasping his hand, she struggled to speak. "I killed someone. Will I pay with my life? I'm willing to die, but can I die in a hospital? My brother needs my heart to survive." After Faris spoke with the police, they took her to the hospital by patrol car.

"Hold on, Emily. You'll be alright," Faris gripped her hand the entire journey, encouraging her as she grew weaker, coughing blood several times.

"Faris, I hate you!" she whispered.

Faris swallowed hard, his voice tight. "Don't talk. Save your strength."

Emily shook her head, touching his face with effort. "But I... love you more! Yes, I'm foolish... but only for you."

The police car reached the hospital entrance, but Emily's hand had already fallen limply.

The doors opened; doctors waited with a gurney.

Faris carried her out, placing her gently on the stretcher. He removed his coat to cover her bloodied body.

This wasn't the outcome he had wanted.

He kissed her blood-stained lips as tears finally fell onto her face.

doctors rushed to prepare her brother's heart transplant surgery her final request before leaving the

survived thanks to her heart, though no one told him it was his sister's heart beating in his

the surgery, Faris visited him in the hospital room. When asked about his sister, Faris only said she had gone somewhere far away and wouldn't return soon, so he

about Emily's death and noticed Faris's depression. Whenever she saw him at the club, she kept her

one day, they found themselves trapped in

the narrow space, Yulia stood silently in

her

are you doing?" Yulia tensed,

he called hoarsely,

him away. "Let go of me. My

expression pained. "Dakota, don't you remember anything? Not even when you

raised his hand, showing her his missing finger,

don't you remember? When you watch boxing matches, don't you remember anything? Nothing at

at his anguished face, feeling an inexplicable sadness, but she couldn't give him the answer he

witnessed the scene

her and walked

dejected figure, lost in thought. She knew she

her memories—had they

club, the night was illuminated

the entrance, deep in

him, hurrying to

out. Faris tackled

bullet hole

hand and ran to a car at

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awaits, exclusively on

chase.

are they?"

drove at breakneck speed, eyes cold

red lights with the pursuers still behind them, Faris turned into an alley, emerging on the other side. Temporarily losing

field. He drove into the tall grass where the car would

get out, pointing across the field. "Cross through here to reach the main road.

"What about you?"

but something seemed off about him today-like he was

Just take

lit a cigarette, gazing

moved, he turned to remind her, "Go now, or you

later. Staying here will only

he put it that way, Yulia had no choice but to follow his

left, Faris walked toward

had sent shockwaves through Seabreeze Harbor's underground

the factory, he heard cars approaching. Simultaneously, security guards rushed

detection. While the guards ran outside, he slipped into the factory's

suspected the basement

finally found evidence but couldn't escape

gun from the basement,

a hail of

he sought

warehouse was cluttered, providing good

wounds bled profusely, soaking

he might not escape, he sent three

he sent photographic evidence

with Rhyns years ago before Faris worked for Rhyns. To help Yanis atone, Faris had decided to assist the police

Yanis: [As a man, remember

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