Chapter 39 A fairy–tale Twist
“Help!”
In the abandoned factory, Chloe lay on the cold ground with her hands tied and her eyes blindfolded. Panic surged through her as she screamed for help, her voice echoing in the empty space.
But after a few desperate cries, she was silenced by two sharp slaps across her face.
After slapping her, Samuel regarded her with a contemptuous sneer, “Go ahead. Scream all you like. There’s no one around for miles. Scream till your throat’s raw. No one’s coming to save you.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the shrill sound of an alarm pierced the air outside.
Samuel and his accomplice froze, their faces paling. The accomplice, overcome with fear, bolted for the door.
But as soon as he yanked it open, a heavy stick came crashing down on his face.
He didn’t even have time to scream. His eyes rolled back, an crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Samuel’s eyes narrowed, a vicious glint flashing in them. He lunged toward the door, ready to confront the intruder.
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Florence had just delivered a powerful blow to Samuel’s accomplice. As she caught sight of Samuel sprinting toward her, she lifted the stick once more, but her strength visibly waned.
With a swift and effortless motion, Samuel seized the stick, yanking it toward himself with a confident smirk. Florence was pulled forward, tumbling to the ground with a thud.
“Damn it! You’ve seen my face now. That means you don’t get to
live.”
Samuel seized her arm, hauling her to her feet. His eyes bore into hers with such intense malice that he decided to kill her.
Florence glared up at him and sneered, “You really think killing me will make your precious Isabella marry Albert?”
Indeed, the moment the words left her lips, Samuel’s expression morphed dramatically. His grip on her arm tightened.
Wincing from the pain but fueled by defiance, Florence let a scornful smile, “I’ve never met anyone as pathetic as you, Samuel. You seem so sharp, so why are you so eager to play the pawn in Isabella’s game?”
As his face twisted into a grimace of pain and the stick slipped from his grasp, his emotions visibly surged like a stor Seizing the moment, Florence lifted her foot and delivered a sharp, forceful kick right at his crotch.
“Ah!”
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Samuel let out a piercing scream, instantly releasing his grip on Florence. He crumpled to his knees, and his face contorted in
agony.
Memories of Chloe’s suffering in her past life flashed through Florence’s mind, fueling her anger. She grabbed the stick and swung it at Samuel with all her might.
He couldn’t fight back, only curling up on the ground as blood streamed down his face, staining the moonlight with crimson.
“Florence, is that you?”
As Samuel’s screams dwindled to whimpers, his body curling into a fetal position on the ground, no longer able to muster any resistance, Chloe’s voice cut through the tension, reaching
Florence’s ears.
Florence dropped the stick and rushed to Chloe, frantically untying the ropes.
But she didn’t notice Samuel stirring behind her. Bloodied and enraged, he grabbed the stick and staggered to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Florence, watch out!”
As the blindfold slipped from Chloe’s eyes, a horrifying scene unfolded before her. There, just inches away, stood a man whose. face was smeared with blood, wielding a stick with ferocious intent. His arm was cocked back, ready to strike down upon Florence’s head.
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She let out an anxious shout, her body moving on its own accord as she collided with Florence, sending Florence tumbling to the ground with a surprised yelp.
The stick came down hard on Chloe’s shoulder.
Chloe cried out in pain, and Florence scrambled to her feet, ready to shield her. But Samuel was already swinging the stick again, aiming for Florence’s head.
With a sharp “bang” that echoed through the air, Samuel felt a searing pain rip through his hand, the one clutching the stick. The stick clattered to the ground as he clutched his wrist, now bleeding from a gunshot wound.
A chilling, authoritative voice sliced through the stillness of the air. “If you try to hurt Florence again, the next bullet goes through your head.”
With a start, Florence spun around, her eyes widening as they landed on the towering silhouette framed in the doorway. It was Charles.
At that moment, he embodied the essence of a dark emperor, ruling over the night with an icy demeanor. His striking features were set in an expression of extreme frostiness. The aura around him was commanding as if he could crush any evil with a single glance.
Florence stared at him in shock and thought, “How did he find us? I didn’t even send him a message.”
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Before she could ask, the wail of police sirens filled the air. Several cars screeched to a halt outside.
Samuel and his unconscious accomplice were quickly handcuffed and hauled into a police car.
“Are you okay?”
Charles approached Florence, who remained seated on the cold ground. He then dropped to one knee before her, locking hist gaze with hers. In the depths of his eyes, Florence thought she saw genuine concern in his gaze.
Just as she was poised to reassure him of her wellbeing, her gaze drifted over his shoulder, catching sight of Chloe, who was now free from her bonds..
Chloe cradled her injured arm, where Samuel had struck her, with her other hand. Her face contorted in evident pain.
Florence’s heart clenched. “We need to get to the hospital,” she
blurted out.
Charles frowned, his eyes lingering on the blood staining. Florence’s clothes. He wasn’t sure where she was hurt. As she struggled to rise, teetering unsteadily, he couldn’t help but worry if she had aggravated some unseen wound.
In one swift motion, he scooped her up into his arms.
Florence froze.
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Chloe, limping toward them, stopped in her tracks, as if she had mistakenly stepped onto the wrong stage..
She thought, “Wasn’t it me who got kidnapped today? So why does it feel like Florence is the one being swept off her feet, like the star in some swoon–worthy romance flick?”
Chloe, already nursing the ache of her first love’s wedding, watched Florence being lifted into Charles‘ arms with all the grace of a fairy–tale princess. Chloe couldn’t help but feel the pang of solitude gnawing at her shattered heart.
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