Semua Bab HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Chapter 222At this point, I knew Frank being Frank would annihilate everyone in this city until he finds me. He was just like my second dad. After my dad's death, he was my support system, though after some time, he fell so sick, so I couldn’t tell him about my suffering to him, but now, I have got my second dad back and Mia wasn't ready for what's coming her way, I laughed inside of me.​“What? An auction? Dear God, Elena, tell me where you are, right now!” Frank’s voice was instantly commanding, the sound of a powerful man being hit with a crisis he could fix. “Breathe, tell me the address. Slowly.”​I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to be coherent, to provide the exact data he needed to move mountains.​“It’s the old warehouse district, Frank. Elm Street. The specific building is Unit 47. Mia’s auction is set for six days from now. She’s holding eleven other people here, including three kids and a newborn baby.”​“Unit 47, Elm Street,” Frank repeated, his voice low, firm, an

Chapter 225 ​Five minutes. He'll be back in five minutes. ​My gaze swept the room frantically. The microwave, the sink, the water cooler, the chairs. Nothing I could use to pry the mesh. ​Then I saw it. Tucked beneath the chair Thomas had been sitting in. A crumpled, empty pack of cigarettes. A cheap lighter. ​I jumped down from the table, grabbed the lighter, and scrambled back up. I didn’t have the strength to bend the bars, but I had another option. ​The wires. ​The mesh was old, likely made of plastic-coated wire. I pressed the small lighter close to the wire near the latch point on the sill. The plastic instantly caught, melting and producing a foul-smelling, black smoke. I worked quickly, moving the tiny flame along the edges where the wire was embedded in the sealant. ​The sealant softened. The wire casing burned away. But the wire itself was too thick to snap. ​Four minutes left. ​I spotted a discarded metal spoon near the sink. I jumped down, grabbed the spoon, a

Chapter 226 “It’s fine! It was a false alarm,” he snapped, slamming the door shut and leaning his full weight against it, catching his breath. He looked at me, saw the table near the window, and instantly realized the truth. ​“You lied!” he roared, his veneer of romantic desire shattering into ugly violence. He lunged across the room. ​“Get away from me!” I screamed, sidestepping his desperate grab. ​He was fast and strong, fueled by betrayal. He cornered me between the wall and the water cooler. His hands shot out, pinning my arms against my sides. ​“You filthy whore! You used me!” he spat, his face inches from mine, the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat suffocating me. ​“Let go of me, Thomas!” I yelled, struggling against his superior strength. ​I brought my knee up hard, connecting with his groin. He gasped, his grip loosening just enough. I twisted free and brought the sharpened plastic down, slicing a shallow but painful cut across the back of his exposed hand. ​He scre

Chapter 228 ​But even as he boasted, his eyes darted toward the hallway where the sirens were now deafening. Doubt, so cold and poisonous, was creeping into his resolve, competing fiercely with the bloodlust. ​A new sound cut through the chaos—a deep, amplified voice booming through external speakers that shook the very foundation of the warehouse. ​“THIS IS THE POLICE! YOU ARE SURROUNDED! COME OUT NOW WITH YOUR HANDS UP! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!” ​The police broadcast echoed throughout the facility, silencing the guards instantly. They were trapped. The leader, the man with the gun pointed at me, was sweating profusely. He was running out of options. His frantic glances around the room betrayed the sudden, terrifying reality: Mia was gone, and he was cornered. ​Then, his eyes fell on Marianne, huddled in the corner, clutching the baby. The sight of the vulnerable infant, the ultimate pawn in Mia’s sick game, sparked a cruel, desperate idea in his eyes—the ugly, last-di

Chapter 230​The screen displayed a blurred, frantic shot of the women being shoved out onto the dock.​MARK DAVIS (Live Reporter, audio strained, whispering intensely): “—Olivia, the hostages are out! We can see at least eight women, 3 kids and the armed suspect holding the infant! The Police, led by Frank Dalton on the command line, have maintained a safe distance, but you can feel the tension. The city is holding its breath! The suspect, completely desperate, is using the baby to cover their retreat. The fate of this child, and these women, rests entirely on the suspect’s next move.”​OLIVIA VANCE: “The level of depravity is beyond comprehension. This suspect is trying to negotiate safe passage while holding an infant at gunpoint. Frank Dalton, the CEO of Dalton International, personally on the ground, has confirmed he is in direct negotiation. We understand that Dr. Elena Rivers, the woman who reportedly orchestrated this escape, is among the hostages. Her safety—and the safety of