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-

knew the man in front of him wasn’t fully asleep.

move now would be the same as signing

was when he needed patience more than

He waited in silence.

the man’s breathing deepened–slow and steady–Winston

Now.

shard tighter and began slicing

were impossible to undo by hand–glass

hands moved fast, full of urgency and

glancing up, watching for any

bit into his

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Escape from the Monster’s

welled up instantly, pain flaring in

his teeth, never making a

willpower, he finally managed to cut the

That moment–he didn’t hesitate.

Winston bolted.

kidnapper and ran like his life depended on it–because

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

But-

take long for the towering kidnapper to

swearing and sprinting, fury in his

hadn’t expected him to wake so

the heat of that rage behind him,