Chapter 94
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-07-25 22:30:26

Helpless and afraid, Charlotte’s heart pounded like a war drum. The cold metal of the gun pressed against her temple made it terrifyingly clear that she didn’t have a choice.

The street was eerily quiet, empty of movement, void of hope. She’d taken this back route dozens of times before. It was a quiet and peaceful shortcut home from Elysian Bloom, but today, it had turned into a trap.

The moment she stepped out of the car, strong arms seized her.

She screamed, pleaded, kicked.

“Please! What do you want?! Somebody help me!”

But no one came.

This part of the road was tucked away from the bustle of the main city—a perfect place to disappear.

“Shut up!” one of the men snapped, yanking her hair and pulling her toward one of their parked vehicles.

Her heels scraped the pavement as she stumbled, trying to break free. Her shouts faded into silence as the car door slammed shut, and the engine roared to life.

The SUV sped away, carrying her deeper into an unknown location.

She clutched her
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