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The smile on Emily's face had long been replaced by intense hatred.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.

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

told him it was his sister's heart

only said she had gone somewhere far away and wouldn't return soon, so he

had heard about Emily's death and noticed Faris's depression. Whenever

trapped in an elevator on

space, Yulia stood silently in the

Faris pinned her against the

doing?" Yulia tensed, sensing

called hoarsely, staring

go of me. My

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

his hand, showing her his missing finger, but Yulia remained

"When you hold a gun, don't you remember? When you watch boxing matches, don't

anguished face, feeling an inexplicable sadness, but she couldn't

doors opened. People outside witnessed the scene but awkwardly dispersed, pretending to see

her and walked

figure, lost in thought. She knew she had

memories—had they

club, the night was illuminated by countless

stood motionless at the entrance, deep

him,

rang out. Faris tackled Yulia to

bullet hole

Faris grabbed her hand and ran to a car at the curb,

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gave chase.

they?"

breakneck speed, eyes cold on the

running several red lights with the pursuers still behind them, Faris turned into an alley, emerging on the other side. Temporarily losing their tail, he maintained his speed, heading out of town toward a

overgrown field. He drove into the tall grass where the car would be concealed in

the field. "Cross through here to reach

"What about you?"

but something seemed off about him today-like he was ready to sacrifice everything. She felt

me. Just take care of

a cigarette, gazing at the distant

turned to remind her, "Go now, or you won't

Staying here will only burden

no choice but to follow his directions into

left, Faris walked

through Seabreeze Harbor's underground business world. Though he was gone, his brothers and descendants

Faris entered the factory, he heard cars approaching. Simultaneously,

detection. While the guards ran outside,

suspected the basement was Aaron's

evidence but couldn't

from the basement, he discovered

a hail of bullets

twice, he sought temporary

basement warehouse was cluttered, providing

wounds bled profusely, soaking

he

sent photographic evidence

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

a message for Yanis: [As a man, remember

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