Vengeance of the Mafia Heiress
At the party celebrating Ryan making partner, his childhood friend, Jenna knew I was deathly allergic to peanuts, yet she deliberately put peanut syrup in my drink.
I drank it, Within seconds, my throat began to tighten, constriction seizing my windpipe like a closing fist. Panic flared in my chest as a suffocating wave of heat rushed to my face.
Desperate, I grabbed my emergency allergy spray from my purse. Instead, a harsh minty sting sprayed into my throat. She had swapped my medication with a mint spray.
I turned pale and collapsed onto the hardwood floor, clawing at my neck, gasping for even a shred of oxygen.
Jenna laughed so hard that tears welled in her eyes.
"Wow, Isabella Moretti. Someone get this girl an Oscar for that performance. I’ve been a nurse at the top hospital in Chicago for five years, and I’ve never seen anyone throw a tantrum like this over a splash of syrup."
I crawled toward Ryan on my hands and knees, biting my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
"Ryan... please... call 911... I can't breathe..."
Ryan looked down at me."Stop pretending, Isabella. Nobody drops dead from a little drink. Jenna is a medical professional. If you were actually in danger, she’d be the first to know."
With that, he turned his back on me.
I stopped begging. Using my final shred of strength, I triggered the phone's emergency SOS. A silent distress signal and my live GPS location immediately shot straight to my father.