Chapter 8
Oliver clenched his teeth to endure the pain coursing through his body as he tried to hold Jessica tightly.
I watched them in shock, stumbling backward as if all my strength had left me.
Seizing the moment, Oliver kicked my ankle hard. A sharp jolt of pain shot through me, sending me crashing to the ground.
I lay there, curled up in agony, clutching Ag
ankle, struggling to cope.
Even though I no longer loved Oliver, a sharp pain pierced my heart at
that moment.
Forcing himself up, Oliver grabbed my neck with a vicious glare.
“Amy, I want you dead. I want you to lose everything. I want you to suffer a fate worse than death.”
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He sneered, “Let me be clear — Jessica and I have been together since childhood. If it hadn’t been for your money helping me achieve my dreams, do you think I would’ve married you? Stop fooling yourself!”
The pressure on my neck intensified, and a suffocating feeling overwhelmed my mind.
My flushed cheeks throbbed, and I felt death creeping closer.
Oliver laughed maniacally, proclaiming that my time was up.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, striking his shoulder from afar.
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Blood splattered across my face.
A group of men dressed in black stormed into the room. Leading them was a young man who swiftly approached me, shoved Oliver aside, and helped me to my feet.
“Hello, Ms. Mabre. I’m here to rescue you on Mr. Altare’s orders.”
Jessica was stunned by the abrupt change of events, standing motionless
like a statue.
Casting a cold glance her way, I gradually exited the auction hall with the
man’s assistance.
The crowd at the doorway quickly parted, looking at me in shock and fear.
In the hallway, a crowd gathered around a man with strikingly handsome features but a chilly, stern demeanor–Damon Altare.
He looked exactly the same as he did a decade ago.
When he noticed me, he gave a slight, long–missed smile.
“Amy, years ago you turned down marrying into my family, choosing instead a husband of your own, even if he was a failure. Do you regret that decision now?”
A decade ago, my family tried to arrange a marriage for me, but I stood my ground for Oliver, even if it meant risking everything.
The proposed match was with Damon, the successor to the Altare family from a neighboring land.
At that time, I ran away from the engagement ceremony. Now, as I reached out to him again, I wasn’t sure he would come.
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Yet, here he was.
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A complex blend of shame and sorrow rose within me, and I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Damon swiftly moved to my side, embracing me tightly.
“Don’t cry, Amy. It’s all in the past. I told you then that I’d respect your choice, but I’d always wait for you. Don’t worry–I’m still here.”
I rested quietly in Damon’s embrace, allowing myself to cry freely.