When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

When the kidnapper came back from the bathroom, Winston clutched the shard of glass in his hand without flinching.

He did everything he could to minimize his presence.

With his hands tied behind his back, as long as the man didn’t walk behind him, he wouldn’t notice Winston’s attempt to break free.

Luckily, the kidnapper seemed to be losing interest.

Maybe he was planning to rest a bit before calling Winston’s parents again to demand ransom.

The tall man sat directly across from Winston, eyes half–lidded, pretending to relax.

Winston knew–this was his best chance.

He quickened his movements, trying to slice through the coarse rope binding his wrists.

Finally-

The rope gave way with a sudden snap!

It loosened all at once, slipping from his wrists.

Winston breathed a silent sigh of relief.

His hands were free–but his legs were still bound.

And with his legs tied, there was no way he could run.

Still, Winston didn’t move. He remained in the same position, hands perfectly still-

the man in front of him wasn’t

wrong move now would be the same

was when he needed

He waited in silence.

man’s breathing deepened–slow and steady–Winston realized: he’s finally

Now.

and began slicing at the rope around his

tight they were impossible to undo by hand–glass was the only

moved fast, full of urgency

the while, he kept glancing up, watching for any signs of the

into

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welled up instantly, pain

gritted his teeth, never making a sound, never slowing

by sheer willpower, he finally managed

That moment–he didn’t hesitate.

Winston bolted.

the kidnapper and ran like his life

fast enough, stayed out of reach, there was hope. There was a

But-

the towering kidnapper

after Winston, swearing and sprinting, fury in

hadn’t expected him

felt the heat of that rage behind