Chapter 19: Steven’s Choice
In that moment, the last flicker of hope in Wendy’s heart was crushed.
She stared at Steven in disbelief, her eyes reddening.
For Queenie, he was really willing to abandon her life.
“Steven, you beast! For the sake of your precious woman, you’d let me die?!”
He looked at her coldly, as though she were trash.
“All of this was your plan. How could you possibly be in danger? Wendy, what I hate most is that fake act of yours. This time Queenie was kidnapped,
and I haven’t even held you accountable. If she suffers so much as a scratch, don’t think you’ll escape punishment!”
Once the ropes were cut, Steven didn’t hesitate–he carried Queenie on his back and left without a single glance back.
Over his shoulder, Queenie’s lips curled in triumph.
This time, she had won.
Wendy trembled with rage.
Animals. They were both animals.
“Turns out that woman was right about you,” one of the kidnappers sneered, face twisted. “Perfect toy for the brothers to enjoy.”
Wendy’s heart plummeted into despair. She thrashed desperately.
“Don’t come near me! If you dare touch me, I’ll never let you go!”
Her words only excited them further. A hand groped her cheek.
“So soft…”
A shiver tore through her.
“I already called the police. They’ll be here any minute. If you lay a hand on me, you’ll rot in prison!”
But the threats were useless. Laughing, they tore her coat open, revealing the shirt beneath.
“Ahhh!” Wendy screamed, tears streaming.
“Get away from me! Get away!”
She struggled wildly, but was forced to the ground. Shadows loomed overhead.
Why? Why must she pay for Queenie’s malice with her own body?
“Wait–I’ve got stomach pains…. please, let me go to the bathroom first.” Her face twisted in feigned agony, her voice frail.
The men hesitated.
“You’re not pulling a trick?”
“How could I trick you? You’re several strong men. I can’t outrun you. Just let me relieve myself first.”
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Chapter 19: Steven’s Choice
They exchanged glances, then shoved her toward a filthy bathroom, one keeping watch at the door
Wendy’s eyes flicked to a stone block.
As the guard lit a cigarette, she gripped the stone and smashed it into the back of his head.
Thud!
He collapsed instantly.
“What’s going on?!” The others rushed out.
Wendy bolted, icy air slicing her lungs.
But she didn’t know the terrain. Soon, they caught her again.
Slap!
A hand struck her face so hard her ears rang, blood dripping from her lips.
“You bitch, you dare trick us!”
Her scalp burned as her hair was yanked back.
Even so, she rammed her forehead into his chin. He howled in pain, giving her a chance to break free again.
This time, she dove into the bushes, holding her breath.
Footsteps thundered past.
Relief flooded her–until she turned, only to see a face leering inches away.
“Thought you could run, slut?”
Her throat was crushed in a choking grip.
“Your skin’s smooth. Forget sharing–you’re mine, here and now!”
He ripped at her shirt.
Wendy screamed, panic clawing her chest.
Her fingers closed around another stone.
Cold clarity returned. She slammed it into his eye.
He shrieked, blood spurting.
By the time the others arrived, he was writhing in the dirt, and Wendy was gone.
“Keep the wounds dry for a week, or they’ll get infected,” the nurse warned.
Only then did Wendy breathe freely.
“Wendy, thank goodness you’re safe!”
Queenie, Steven, and Michael finally arrived, late and staged.
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Wendy’s stomach churned at Queenie’s false concern.
“You’d rather I hadn’t survived, wouldn’t you? Disappointed I wasn’t ruined?”
Queenie’s eyes flickered, but she feigned innocence.
“Sister, how can you say that? I rushed here with Steven and Michael as soon as I heard! But truly, Sister–you shouldn’t risk yourself just to win sympathy. What if we’d been hurt too?”
The audacity!
Wendy’s lips curled coldly.
“Fine. Once those men are caught, let’s see who they say sent them. Queenie, dare to confront them face–to–face?”
Fear flashed in her eyes. She darted behind Steven.
“Steven, see? She’s accusing me again…”
“Enough, Queenie!” Steven’s brows drew together. His voice held uncharacteristic irritation.
“This time… you were at fault too.”
“What?!”
Queenie’s eyes widened. He had never spoken harshly to her before.
A chill of crisis coiled in her chest.
Wendy, too, was startled. Could it be… he had begun to suspect the truth?
“Forgive me, Steven–it’s my fault.” Queenie’s tears fell like pearls.
“I failed to protect Michael, I failed to watch Sister, and we were kidnapped because of me. I deserve to die…”
Before anyone could stop her, she seized a fruit knife and slashed her wrist.
Blood trickled down.
“Queenie, are you insane?!” Steven lunged for her.
“Get a nurse, quickly!”
Michael burst into tears.
“Auntie Queenie, don’t hurt yourself!”
Wendy’s gaze was cool.
The cut was shallow. Not fatal.
A performance.
Queenie was willing to bleed just to erase suspicion.
Clever. Shameless.
