Chapter 95: A Promise Under the Misty Rain

The air was thick with tension in the Kicher mansion. Patrick, the traitor who had finally been unmasked, was kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by Oliver and two other subordinates loyal to DK. The man was sweating coldly, his eyes wide as he tried in vain to negotiate his survival.

“Please, I was forced! They threatened me…” Patrick begged, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of Oliver adjusting his leather gloves, preparing himself for the unenviable task of torturing the traitor.

“They threatened? Or was it the promise of money and power that spoke louder?” Oliver countered, staring at Patrick with pure contempt. “You put everyone here in danger, including Bella and DK. There is no excuse for what you did.”

“Yes. But I must remind you that the one who let Rebecca escape first was you and your blind passion for her.” Everyone looks at Oliver, who hesitates for a moment, but then unravels:

“And how would I know that she was planning to betray DK, if it was no secret to anyone that she liked him and as they say, those who love do not betray.”

“What a lame excuse, you received proof hours before Ed, but still chose to attack Jacob, the one you called a friend and who is now in a coma in the hospital.” Patrick vents his resentment

Noticing that his subordinates were paying more attention than they should to the story, DK puts an end to the discussion: “Enough of this talk. You are the real traitor here and are you trying to turn the tables for your side? For starters, Oliver never betrayed me, much less worked alongside those who are against me and Bella.”

The two subordinates tied Patrick by the wrists to a thick chain that hung from the ceiling. He was lifted off the floor, his arms tensed as his body swayed slightly. Oliver watched with a mixture of coldness and concentration as he arranged the torture devices on a nearby table.

The first electric shock came as a roar. Patrick screamed in agony as the current shot through his body, making him writhe violently. Oliver watched impassively as the other subordinates adjusted the intensity of the device.

“Speak,” Oliver said, his voice low and steady. “Where are Rebecca and Johnny?”

“I told you! They’re on the south side of Miami!” Patrick shouted, sweat dripping down his forehead. But Oliver didn’t seem satisfied. He grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it over the traitor, increasing his sensitivity to the subsequent shocks.

Patrick sobbed, his body shaking. The shocks continued in intervals, followed by brutal blows to the stomach and ribs. The man screamed in despair, but finally gave in, crying out between sobs: “Rebecca and Johnny are hiding on the south side of Miami! I told you! Please stop!”

Oliver stopped, wiping his hands and looking at DK, who was watching everything closely.

“Boss, what now? What are we going to do with him?” Oliver asked.

DK walked slowly towards Patrick, with a cold and determined look. He bent down to come face to face with the traitor.

“Patrick, you had the chance to choose a side, and you chose the wrong one. Your betrayal almost cost us our lives. Now, you will pay dearly for your decision. Goodbye!”

With a signal, DK walked away. Oliver and the other two released him from the chains. Patrick was weak and debilitated, with no strength for anything else, and in a few minutes, he was no longer a concern for ever.

Meanwhile, at the hideout in South Miami, Rebecca was sitting on a couch with a glass of wine, analyzing her next steps with evident tension on her face. Johnny paced back and forth in the living room, looking impatient.

"Call your ally immediately and find out what's going on, it's taking too long." When Rebecca picked up her cell phone to make the call, Bella, who answered with an ironic voice, gave the news that Patrick had failed. She let out an exasperated sigh.

"And what was it like to almost die of fright with a poisonous snake on top of your bed? Too bad it wasn't as wild as it should have been, or now I'd be celebrating your death, Bella Hahn." Rebecca didn't want to let it go and before Bella could even finish her insult, Rebecca hung up, but she was forced to listen to Johnny's scolding and much more than that.

"Unbelievable! Another failure. You know what that means, don't you?" Johnny said, looking at Rebecca.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m tired of being dragged down by your weak choices and allies. This ends now, Rebecca. I’m out.” Rebecca’s eyes widened, anger was bubbling in your veins. “Are you abandoning me?”

Johnny took a long sip of his whiskey before answering. “Yes, I am. This alliance has served its purpose. Let's continue separately with our purpose of revenge against DK and Bella, I don't want to carry you on my back anymore. I’m not going down with you.” Johnny walked to the door, opened it, and gestured for Rebecca to leave. “You don’t have to stay here anymore. Good luck, Rebecca.” Rebecca hesitated for a moment, feeling the humiliation of being thrown out. She left without a word, watching Johnny and Taylor check out of the hotel and drive away without a backward glance. Inside the car, with Taylor at the wheel, Johnny was visibly irritated. He drummed his fingers on the console and muttered, “I’m fed up with incompetence. From now on, I’m going to take matters into my own hands. I can’t trust anyone else to do what needs to be done anymore.” Taylor remained silent, focused on the road. Johnny, however, continued to mutter softly as he made new plans in his mind. 

Hours later, Rebecca walked through the light rain that was beginning to fall, drops of water they were collecting in her hair. Each step felt heavier as she processed what had happened. She was alone. For the first time in a long time, she had no allies, no concrete plans, and the realization was a devastating blow. 

“I never built anything of my own…” she muttered to herself, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Everything I had was from the Kicher family… I always lived in their shadow, like a parasite.” She let out a bitter laugh, lost in the sound of the wind. The memory of DK rejecting her with a cold, calculating look still haunted her. Bella, on the other hand, had always been treated with passionate love and carefully,. DK would have died for her, while Rebecca was discarded like a broken piece on the board.

“They have no right to win,” she whispered. “I may be alone, but I am not defeated yet. If it is the last thing I do, I will end DK and Bella. Even if it costs me my life.”

Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to dispel the sadness with the anger that was rising inside her like an uncontrollable flame. She looked up at the sky, with droplets of rain falling softly on her face, and made her decision. Inside the plane, Rebecca sat next to the window, watching the lights of Miami fade away as the plane rose into the dark sky. She held a glass of champagne offered by the flight attendant, but she didn't drink. Instead, she stared at the bubbling liquid, lost in her thoughts. "New York..." she said to herself. "A new beginning. A new opportunity to start over. Or to destroy everything once and for all." She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the seat cushions. The plane rocked slightly with turbulence, but she didn't seem to care. Rebecca was determined. If DK and Bella thought they were safe, they were sorely mistaken. Because she was going after something much more precious to them than money and Power, and she could find the chance to rebuild her strength and come back more dangerous than ever.

The revenge was just beginning.