The Untouchable Heiress He Regrets Losing

My limbs and my once vibrant spirit now hung by a thread. I managed to find a hidden spot in the

talk of the town. I hadn't eaten in two days. My head ached from exhaustion, my throat was dry from dehydratio

t of escape w

faces that hurried towards me, I was hit across the face, the blinding pain shooting through me. Stars burst a

e one he always wore. Even through the chaos,

re than a breath, eyes blinking rapidly to adju

n my consciousness, but he didn't answer. None of the men with h

eized m

use. They forcefully dragged me across asphalt, sh

this ungodly hour"? I sought an

ck suits, each of them strangely calm, their eyes loo

," I said softly,

you doi

t a soft hum

ted at the back with me. The man I was once comfortable with now made me shiver in terro

ndy path surrounded by towering warehouses, long abandoned a

we at an abandoned warehouse?". "What are you planning

ne growled at me,

ing up. Then I saw them, people in white. A doctor, waiting outside with two nurses. Their uniforms stood out like ghosts in

hat is this?" I cried, desperate to meet

d strapped me to a cold metal table covered in transparent plastic. Like one a butcher

"You can't just stand and watch!" I screamed, strugg

ans

no one. I was completely helpless. One of the nurses seemed to look at me with

n". "This time around, my fiancée," Zan

ere the only match I could think of. Knowing how much of a bitch you are, it had to be

ir I was breathing. How could this be the man

e life?" I screeched, trying to

Let me go!" I yelled once mo

arted tapping the syringe with robotic precision. It was then my fear

my head in denial, hoping this was

aned in to inject the syringe into me while the two nurses ra

e– you can't just sta

didn't even blink. Unmoved like a statue of w

e thundered at the

ar and pain that seeped into me. The prick of the needle penetrating and sharp with every draw

d. The sound ech

eyes, weakly scanning

gh the building, th

owled, reaching out for his belt

burst open, revealing a vehicle- a matte-black off-roader, entering with so much spe

suddenl

from it. Like an avenging shadow, the tall and hu

ee the dark blue eyes of this masked fig

. The mystery

the floor as he disarmed

ting logs of wood littered around the warehouse. Th

the table, watching all that unfolded bef

s figure moved faster, like he had b

isked their lives to come save me. The only people who knew me closely were the models and officials who worked wi

d wielding it at the man. But the man caught his wrist mid-way, twisted, threw

began to run away from the sc

grabbed the filled blood

to me, panting,

d calmly, his dark blue

s he unstrapped me from the table. My han

n soon". He gently helped me down fro

n't stand on my own. The cold, the terror,

t time in weeks,