Chapter 665 Anyone Sees My Face Ends Up Dead
Isabella had this gnarly feeling in her gut; something bad was about to go down. She might be about to get raped.
But come on, she was a rich heiress! No way these scumbags were gonna mess with her.
She gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white.
Trying to keep it together, she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw those dudes getting out of their car.
None of them looked like they were here for a friendly chat.
Their rolled-up sleeves showed off some serious muscle, like they'd been hitting the gym for years.
Three numbers flashed in Isabella's mind. Keeping an eye on them through the mirror, she grabbed her phone to call for help.
But her phone hit the floor.
Someone had snuck up on her from a blind spot.
A guy smashed the car window with an iron rod, making her jump as she looked at the passenger side window.
The tall dude bent down, staring at her through the shattered glass.
Isabella shivered, "You..."
"Anyone who sees my face ends up dead," he said, his voice cold and low.
Isabella's face went ghostly pale.
"Of course, you won't be an exception," he added.
"What you're doing is illegal; you'll go to jail for this," Isabella shot back.
"In this godforsaken place, illegal? Jail?" the guy scanned the area and smirked.
Isabella never thought she'd be in a mess like this.
Then she heard another loud bang and screamed; it came from her side.
The guy wasn't just smashing her car window; he was standing right above her, smashing down.
Nearby, someone was setting off fireworks, drowning out her screams and the sound of the car being hit.
It was like a scene straight out of a movie, with car doors being ripped off right in front of her.
The next morning, the square was packed with reporters and their gear.
And in the middle of it all was Isabella, her clothes shredded and face covered.
As soon as someone pulled her coat off her face, the crowd went wild.
The cloth stuffed in her mouth had shocking red words written in her own blood.
She had done a lot of bad stuff; everyone hated her.
Below were dozens of tiny characters, listing the married men she had seduced.
Isabella finally woke up, looked at the people in horror, and screamed again.
When the cops showed up, Isabella was curled up, trembling, and muttering, "I won't call the police, I won't call the police."
Anyone who saw this would think she had it coming.
A woman who seduced married men was bound to get what she deserved.
And after a check-up, it turned out she hadn't been physically assaulted, just mentally terrorized.
It was clear she had pissed off the wives of those married men. And she was dead set on not filing a report.
Within two hours, the news spread like wildfire, showing Isabella's messed-up state and the red words on the cloth.
The once wealthy heiress, the first love of a millionaire, had suddenly become the town's punching bag.
Women all over the city instantly hated her.
No one thought even a rich heiress would pull such shady stuff, not just poor girls.
In Serenade Villa, Victoria calmly put down her phone after reading the news.
Last night, Olivia crashed in the guest room with Edward 'cause she was too lazy to head home. Now, she was sipping on some sweet coffee next to Victoria. Noticing Victoria seemed deep in thought, she asked, "Shouldn't you be stoked to see her get what she deserves?"
Victoria replied, "Yeah, I am happy."
Olivia gave her a look that said, "You sure don't look happy."
Victoria hadn't expected Frank to go all out, but Isabella had it coming.
When Victoria was tied to a bed and almost raped, Isabella was probably chilling, sipping coffee, waiting for the drama to unfold.
Victoria eyed the juice on the table, picked it up, and took a slow sip.
"I wonder who she ticked off. Even Timothy's wife would just have her roughed up a bit, but this revenge was hardcore. She must've really pissed off someone big."
Victoria kept sipping her juice.
"At least for the next few days, you don't have to worry about her bugging you anymore. No more nightmares, right?" Olivia asked again.
"Yes," Victoria replied.
Olivia saw that Victoria was always so bottled up and couldn't help but lean in, asking, "Why are you still so down?"
"Really?" Victoria asked, confused.
"You seem like you're in a funk, even worse than last year."
"Do I?" Victoria didn't feel like she was as Olivia described.
"Yes, you and Alexander had your wedding, shared your feelings, and someone's dealing with Isabella. Shouldn't you be happy?" Olivia asked.
"I am actually very happy," Victoria replied.
Ever since she got pregnant, she had been very happy. Sure, the nightmares and fears were real, but they were short-lived.
"Your face says you're scared, not happy," Olivia said, disappointed.
Olivia wanted to snap Victoria out of her funk. She hated seeing her so down.
She still remembered when Victoria was a kid, wearing a Chanel dress, bouncing around behind her mom with a face full of hope for the future.
Victoria touched her face with her small hand, wondering if it was some kind of mental block. She still had doubts in her heart, so she was cautious, careful, and repressed, not daring to be flamboyant. Extreme joy and sorrow didn't seem to suit her anymore. Maybe it was because Christmas was coming, and the scene she saw last Christmas had never really healed her heart.
"You need to chill. You're the wife of business tycoon Alexander. Look at Tessa—she's flamboyant, carefree, and does whatever she wants. She might seem simple, but she lives more enlightened than anyone." Olivia thought for a moment and decided to use Tessa, who was the same age as Victoria, as an example.
But one was innocent and lively, the other...
Victoria listened to Olivia's words and finally managed to smile.
But how could she compare to Tessa?
Tessa was the treasured daughter of the Hughes family, pampered by her parents and elders, while she...
Victoria silently choked up but didn't want Olivia to worry, so she smiled and softly promised, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, and I've always been happy."
"Really?" Olivia was afraid she might be depressed.
Victoria gently placed her small hand over her heart and said tenderly, "Yes, here, it's always warm."
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