NovelEnglishChapter 307 The pain was sharp and relentless, like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight into her heart. Sylvia clenched the corner of her pillow, barely holding back a shudder.
Suddenly, the air in the room turned chilly. She jerked upright, panic flooding her veins, just in tto see a shadow looming closer from behind.
"Who's there?" she demanded, voice trembling.
"It's me." The voice made her freeze. In the soft, amber glow of the nightlight, she could just make out the figure at the foot of her bed.
Rupert.
Heart pounding, Sylvia snatched up her pillow and hurled it at him.
"Get out! How the hell did you get in here? This is breaking and entering! I can call the cops on you!" Before she'd even finished, Rupert tossed her phone-previously left on her nightstand onto the duvet.
"Go ahead. Call them." Sylvia stared at the glowing screen, realization dawning.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Uncle Rupert, here to delete videos again? You just can't trust anyone, can you? Gotta protect your little fiancée all on your own." Her words dripped with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone with shaking hands. She already knew Rupert had wiped out every bit of evidence, but she still scrolled through her gallery, hope flickering uselessly.
Nothing. Just a blank grid. Her stomach plummeted.
As she froze, the mattress dipped under Rupert's weight. He knelt at the end of the bed, grabbing her phone and tossing it aside, then hauled her closer with one rough pull.
"I gave you a chance." The sharp sting of nicotine filled the air between them. He must've smoked a whole pack, Sylvia thought, struggling to breathe.
"Uncle Rupert, haven't you had enough of this sick game?" She tried to squirm away, but he pushed her down, pinning her against the mattress.
"Not even close." His eyes, dark as midnight, flickered in the low light. There was a storm behind them, something wild barely held in check.
"You're unbelievable!" Sylvia spat, sucking in a shaky breath. The ache in her chest was overwhelming, like being caught in a rip tide.
She tried to shield her face, but he caught her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
He brushed his thumb along the edge of her eye, feeling the wetness gathering there. His voice was rough. "Are you crying?" Sylvia bit her lip and turned her head away.
Rupert grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. His hair fell over his brow, shadowing whatever emotion flickered in his eyes.
"You're not clever enough," he murmured, voice barely audible.
She glared, but he didn't give her tto speak. He crashed his lips against hers, devouring every protest, every bit of resistance.
All of her pain, her struggle, he swallowed whole.
Then, Rupert's phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. He ignored it, but it wouldn't stop.
At last, he pulled it out, still tracing lazy circles over Sylvia's wrist.
One glance at the screen, and heat in his eyes cooled instantly. "Yeah, Dad," he answered.
A short, clipped reply. Then he hung up, straightened his shirt, and looked down at Sylvia, who was on the bed, clutching the covers tight.
"Remember. Keep your mouth shut." up Without another word, he turned and walked out, not even glancing back.
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Sylvia pulled the comforter tighter, but no amount of warmth couldm chase away the cold sinking into her bones. On the drive back, Fanny spent the whole ttrying to smooth things over with Chris, but he just stared out the window, silent and stony-faced.
When they finally parked outside the house, Chris leaned against the dar and lit a cigarette, his tone flat. "Go E inside." Fanny loved this moody, hard-to-get side of him. She slipped her arm through his, trying to coax a smile.
"Don't be mad, babe. I got played too, you know."
Bridget piped up, trying to help.
"Con, Chris. Fanny only did it! because she's crazy about you. Don't hold it against her." "Fanny, letsee what you actually put in the video," Bridget asked.
Grateful for the support, Fanny handed her the phone without a second thought.
One glance, was all it took for Bridget to realize the footage was just a carefully edited snippet. She remembered what that mysterious stranger had said about Sylvia following her.
Sylvia. Of course, it was you again.
Suppressing a flash of vindictiveness, Bridget widened her eyes and gasped, putting on her best shocked act.
"Oh my God! Isn't that... me?"
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