R Kelly Trapped In The Closet Chapter 12 소설 & 이야기

The guards outside the door sprang into action, their hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. As we waited, my mind raced back to that fateful day when Kelly had pushed me off the tower during an argument. I had barely survived, and even then, I hadn't believed she would go so far as to plot my murder. How wrong I had been. Moments later, the door swung open, and Kelly was dragged in by the guards. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she took in the scene—Clara kneeling, tear-streaked and trembling; Rafe standing protectively beside me, his expression stony; and myself, glaring at her with all the hatred and hurt she had sown.

Kelly saw that the road ahead seemed to have been blown up. A strange feeling gripped her heart, but she didn't think much about it. The group soon arrived at Aquastead and at the Young Estate. When Kelly returned, she continued to pretend that she was overwhelmed by her sadness. It was only while everyone in the mansion was busy that Kelly snuck away and shut herself in her room. Within the privacy of the four walls, she dropped her act. With no one else present, Kelly finally had an opportunity. She quickly took out her phone and called Maya.

Adrian Blackwell. And Camille. “You always underestimated me,” she whispered. “Even as you relied on my brilliance.” Gently, she placed the envelope back inside, shut the case, and locked it with a single twist. Adrian would come. She knew him too well. And when he did, he would learn that this wasn't just a vault. It was a trap. --- Zurich Zurich felt foreign. Yet Connor didn’t seek comfort—he required clarity. Crouching beside the iron perimeter of the facility, he focused intently, muscles taut. Gwen’s intelligence confirmed it: beneath this unremarkable corporate exterior lay the vault. The final key to dismantling Camille’s control.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

- Dylan's POV I tried every which way to get out of the cellar, but to no avail. Kelly had only been gone for a day, and I was already starving. I exerted so much energy trying to get out that my body was beginning to fail me. I knew that I needed to hold on until she came back so that I could ambush her when she finally opened the door, but I wasn't sure if I could make it.

Rushing towards the front door after wrapping the towel around my torso, I cry out as I reach for the doorknob, “Just hold on a minute. I am not dressed yet.” As I open the front door, I look out and my eyes wander up and down Kelly. Boy, she looks beautiful today in that tight little purple dress that looks as if it is five sizes too small. I don’t even know how she wriggled into it, but she sure did. Looking down the length of her torso, I notice that there is a slit that goes all the way up to her hip. Whistling, I smile and wave her in before saying quickly, “Come on it. I don’t want the whole neighborhood spying on us.”

I had not uttered a sound and only stared at him with my stubborn eyes, which made him think it was a provocation and me being stubborn. "This... This isn't real..." he muttered to himself, his voice losing its previous arrogance. "This is forged... This must be forged... Alex! You forced her to write it, didn't you?" Alex looked at the hysterical, wealthy pair before him and softly retorted, "Forced her? Don't you know how she suffered in that house?" Then, a delicate, hypocritical voice broke the deathly silence. "Dad! Mom! What are you doing in this filthy place?" Kelly appeared in the doorway. She wore a white haute couture dress, completely out of place in the dark, damp basement.

“They’re planning to leave the country, but I don’t know when or where.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “You’re lying.” Kelly shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I swear, I’m not. Please, Marcus, let me go. I’ve done everything you asked.” Marcus’s expression softened for a moment, but then his resolve hardened again. “You’re not going anywhere until I have what I want.” Kelly felt a surge of despair. She was trapped, with no way out. And now, her only hope was that Henry and his family would find a way to escape before it was too late.

“Is that really you, Nova?” I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I couldn’t believe the golden football captain had caught me melting into the school bad boy inside this locked room. Embarrassment flared in my chest, and I tried to push past Finn to run out the door, but Kelly’s large hand shot out, his fingers closing tightly over my wrist. “Not so fast, princess,” he murmured, tugging my arm forward and drawing my front flush against his broad chest. “I haven’t had my turn yet.”

If anyone but me steps out of that elevator, you execute the halon gas on this floor and you seal yourselves in the panic room. Julian, Maya sobbed, looking up at him. How do we save him? I am going to trade my life for his, Julian said softly. He turned and walked out of the master suite, the heavy doors clicking shut behind him. The descent in the private elevator felt like a freefall into the abyss. The digital numbers above the door ticked down from eighty to one. Julian Thorne, the Ice King, the untouchable billionaire, was walking into a trap he could not shoot his way out of.