Chapter 2
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Blythe's POV:
I'd barely stepped out of the private club and taken a few steps when a black van silently pulled up to the curb beside me.
The side door slid open with a sharp metallic scrape.
Several men wearing baseball caps jumped out. Their movements were swift and practiced, and the looks in their eyes were unmistakably hostile.
I clutched the heirloom presentation box tightly against my chest, my palms damp with sweat.
"That's her," the leader ordered coldly. "Move."
Before the last word left his mouth, a fist came hurtling toward me. I instinctively stepped backward, only to hit the wall behind me. There was nowhere to escape.
A heavy punch slammed into my shoulder, pain exploding through my body as dark spots danced across my vision.
Another man seized my wrist and pinned me against the wall.
"Who are you?" I demanded through gritted teeth. "What do you want?"
No one answered, and the only response was the sickening thud of fists and boots striking my body.
I wrapped my arms tighter around the heirloom box, refusing to let it go, no matter what happened.
But amid the chaos, someone drove a vicious kick into my stomach, the impact folding me in half. I crashed onto the pavement, and the box slipped from my grasp, hitting the ground with a heavy c***k.
The bracelet rolled out of the box and then shattered into two pieces.
The attackers paused as several of them glanced down at the broken bracelet.
"Let's go," the leader said flatly, and immediately, they stopped.
Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness, leaving me sprawled on the ground, gasping for air.
My face and arms burned with pain.
When my eyes landed on the two broken halves of the bracelet, my fingers began to tremble, and my chest rose and fell violently. Every part of my body felt like it had been torn apart.
Then I heard the sharp click of high heels approaching as a familiar figure slowly stepped into view, Heidi.
She looked down at me from above, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Oh, Blythe," she said with fake concern, "how did you end up looking so pathetic?"
She covered her mouth dramatically. "Don't tell me you're still sick from whatever was mixed into that drink."
"You..." I rasped.
A wave of nausea surged through me, and I shoved my fingers down my throat, desperately trying to throw up. Nothing came out, and the disgusting feeling only intensified.
With no other choice, I reached out and grabbed the hem of her dress, but Heidi immediately stepped on my hand.
Pain shot through my fingers as she stood up straight and brushed imaginary dust from her skirt with obvious disgust.
"Honestly, Blythe, you're hopeless," she said, shaking her head with a sigh.
"You couldn't even protect the one thing your parents left behind," she added, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"Oh, and since you're probably wondering, those men earlier? I sent them," she continued, casually spreading her hands.
"At first, I only wanted them to teach you a lesson," Heidi went on, her gaze drifting to the shattered bracelet.
"But who would've guessed this would happen?" she mused as her smile widened. "I suppose you were never meant to keep that bracelet."
I slowly lifted my head, my throat raw but my voice steady.
"Heidi." I stared directly into her eyes. "You'll regret this."
For a brief moment, surprise flashed across her face before she laughed.
A brighter, crueler smile spread across her lips.
"I'll be waiting for that day, Blythe," she replied sweetly.
With that, she turned and walked away, the sound of her heels gradually fading into the night and leaving me alone on the cold pavement.
My fingers tightened around the two broken pieces of the bracelet.
After several moments, I forced myself to stand, though every movement hurt.
By the time I made it home, Heidi's mocking laughter was still echoing in my ears, but suddenly, I laughed too, a cold smile appearing on my face.
If peaceful coexistence were impossible, then I would never again be a helpless lamb waiting for s*******r.
Tomorrow, I would make everyone understand who the true heir of the Holloway Family really was.
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