All Chapters of Defy Me If You Can: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

And now, Jane was still running away from this creature.She knew for certain that if this creature caught up to her, it would kill her. Although she had no reason to believe so, no proof beyond the instinctive terror clawing at her chest, her gut feelings twisted at the premonition that the creature had come for her life. The longer she spent running from it, the more convinced she became. There was something about the way it pursued her, relentless and unwavering, that made her feel as though she wasn't merely being chased. She was being hunted.So even if she fell, even if her knees were dripping so much blood that it had trailed all the way down to her ankles and stained the ground beneath her footsteps, she didn't stop. Every stumble was followed by her forcing herself back up. Every sharp sting shooting through her legs was ignored. She ran without knowing where she was going, without any plan beyond putting as much distance between herself and that thing as possible. Her lungs

Whatever, was it even her business? Once morning arrives she will go to the train station, she heard that with the newly built train it would quickly bring her to a faraway place, far away enough that it would take weeks, no, even months before anyone could find her. Somewhere nobody knew her name. Somewhere Victor's shadow could never reach.Slowly, Jane looked down at the coins in her pocket.Truthfully ever since she was taken by the kidnappers and sold off, she had always kept some money hidden on her person. It wasn't a lot but it wasn't little either. It was actually enough for her to buy a ticket and a wagon ride to leave. The money had always been her emergency fund, always prepared for this exact kind of situation, always waiting for the day she would finally have the courage to run. Over the years she had become almost obsessive about it. Whenever she earned even the smallest amount, she would secretly add to it. Whenever she spent even a single coin, she would immediately

"What?"One of the bigger men scoffed right before Victor's face.He was about to kick the man at once but seeing Victor's appearance, he stopped himself. This young man was fairly rich, he must be. After all, his clothes were all double lined and despite being dressed in nothing more than a shirt, he looked as if he had been born straight from a castle made out of gold. There was an effortless elegance to him that made ordinary people immediately aware of the difference between them. Even standing there doing absolutely nothing, Victor looked expensive andnd that made the man feel annoyed. He had always wanted to be rich but couldn't. No matter what he did, he was born poor and would die poor. Unlike Victor who was born rich and would likely die surrounded by that same inherited wealth. Men like him never had to struggle. They never had to worry about food, about rent, about surviving another winter. Everything was handed to them from birth while others spent their entire lives c

Speeding away from the place, Jane spotted a carriage that was preparing to leave the town. The sight immediately made her heart leap into her throat. Without wasting another second, she quickly slipped off her loafers and raised one into the air before throwing it toward the carriage as hard as she could. The shoe spun through the air before striking the side of the carriage with a loud thud. "Stop! Stop, please stop there!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying down the road. The coachman, who heard the sudden commotion, visibly startled and quickly twisted around to look behind him. At first, his expression suggested he was ready to scold whoever was trying to stop his master's carriage, but the moment his eyes landed on Jane, he stopped himself. Seeing her face, her delicate features and appearance that still carried traces of refinement despite her current state, he immediately swallowed whatever harsh words had been prepared on his tongue. Instead, a polit

The wife of the man hadn't looked at her even once and though Jane initially worried that perhaps this was a sign of being unwelcome, she soon realized that wasn't the case at all. The woman simply seemed incapable of looking anywhere else. Her gaze remained entirely fixed on her husband, almost as though she had forgotten there were other people standing around them. There was something strangely intense about the way she looked at him. Not obsessive. Not unsettling. Rather, it was the look of someone completely captivated. Her eyes followed his every movement as though he were the only thing worth seeing. Even when he shifted slightly or adjusted the child in his arms, her attention moved with him naturally. Jane had never seen anyone stare at another person with such open affection before. The woman didn't even seem to notice Jane's presence, nor did she pay much attention to her own daughter.The little girl, however, appeared to notice everything.While her mother remained focuse