His Cruel Game, Her Broken Heart

er fever. She remembered Holden's words from last night, the casua

e was usually welcome. The door was slig

ea, Holden? A fake kidnapping s

o of them tied up. Me on a video call. I'll have to choose who t

heart

she actually gets hurt?" Estella asked

e an airbag. It's prank number 98. We need

Where they planned to revea

to feel sorry for h

ause. Kenia h

cold, empty sound. "Never. This was always

rred, satisfied. "I knew

like she couldn't breathe. Every loving word, every tende

room, collapsing on the

r, her phone ran

s you," he said, his voice full of fake warmt

de villa. He said it was urgent, for a business dea

d, "wear that white

nk number 98. But her passport and ID were stil

to you right after you deliver the f

oice. "Okay,"

body ached. When she finally arrived at the villa,

rabbed her from behind. They dragged her inside,

tied to a chair opposite her. Estella was crying,

. The screen flickered to life, show

p us!" Estel

istorted, said, "Holden Dalton. You can only save

sk of anguish. He looke

a sliver of hope. Would he choose her? After

without a moment's hesitation. "I

s full of fake pity. "I'm s

he hu

Kenia died, fina

led her away. Kenia was l

. They dragged her towards a la

" one of them rasped.

whipped her hair around her face. Below, there w

ed, not knowing who s

y called out his

n who had just condemned her to death? Her heart

," the man said,

last thing he had asked her to do for him. Even

suddenly

ge. As she fell, a strange sense of peace washed o

eyes, waiting

never

mething soft, bo

masks. They were Holden's friends. Estella was there

se you?" one of them sneered. "

" another one laughed. "She even

pun around her. The humiliation was a physical blow, worse than any fal

fallen for i