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The smile on Emily's face had long been replaced by intense hatred.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

rushed to prepare her brother's heart transplant surgery her

thanks to her heart, though no one told him

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 would

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

they found themselves trapped in

narrow space, Yulia stood silently

her

you doing?" Yulia tensed, sensing

he called hoarsely,

him away. "Let go

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

her his missing finger, but Yulia

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

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

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

finally released her and walked

figure, lost in thought.

memories—had they

club, the night was illuminated

stood motionless at the entrance, deep in

passed him,

out. Faris tackled Yulia to the

they saw a bullet hole in the club

and ran to a car

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cars gave chase. Yulia

are they?" she

drove at breakneck speed, eyes cold on the

the pursuers still behind them, Faris turned into an alley, emerging on the

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

pointing across the field. "Cross through here to reach the main road. Catch

"What about you?"

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

me. Just take care

a cigarette, gazing at

to remind her,

Staying here will only

Yulia had no choice but to

left, Faris walked toward the

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

he heard cars approaching. Simultaneously, security

While the guards ran outside, he

basement was Aaron's illegal operations

evidence

from the basement, he discovered guards waiting

him, and a hail of bullets

he

was cluttered, providing

bled profusely,

might not escape, he sent

he sent photographic

Aaron's cooperation with Rhyns years ago before Faris worked for Rhyns. To help

also left a message for Yanis: [As a man, remember to stand

was for

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