Chapter 11
Chapter 11
After an unknown amount of time, Isabelle regained consciousness in the bone–chilling cold.
She struggled to open her eyes, everything blurry before her.
The burlap sack was stuffy and reeked of blood, the metallic smell nearly suffocating her.
Gritting her teeth, she used all her strength to break free from the sack’s constraints and finally crawled out.
The warehouse was empty except for her.
Elliot was gone.
Phoebe was nowhere to be seen either.
Only she had been left behind.
Isabelle coughed, tasting rust in her throat.
With trembling hands, she reached for her pocket, wanting to call her parents to come get her.
Elliot was insane, and so was Phoebe.
She truly couldn’t imagine how her sister had survived these years.
But just as she pulled out her phone, a figure rushed from the shadows and slapped her hard across the face!
“Smack!”
The phone flew out of her hands and crashed against the wall.
The blow knocked Isabelle’s head to the side, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
She slowly lifted her eyes to see Phoebe standing before her with a triumphant, cold smile.
“Who were you planning to call to play victim?” Phoebe looked down at her mockingly.
Isabelle said nothing, just slowly propped herself up and leaned against the wall, gasping.
Seeing her silence, Phoebe became even more arrogant.
She walked over and grabbed Isabelle’s chin, forcing her to look up. “Cat got your tongue? See? I told you–even on your wedding day, one message from me and Elliot comes running.”
She leaned close to Isabelle’s ear, lowering her voice and speaking each word deliberately: “If you have any self–awareness left, you’ll leave on your own and give up the position of Mrs. Sinclair.”
Isabelle stared at her and suddenly smiled.
suddenly
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Phoebe was startled. Before she could react, Isabelle used the hand gripping her chin to shove her hard!
“Ahh!”
Caught off guard, Phoebe tumbled backward into the metal shelving behind her. The sharp corner struck her lower back hard, causing her to curl up instantly, her face turning deathly pale.
“You… you dare push me?!” She stared at Isabelle in disbelief, her voice trembling.
Isabelle supported herself against the wall and slowly stood up. She was covered in blood, her face pale as paper.
“Push you?” She laughed softly, dragging her injured leg as she walked toward Phoebe step by step. “So what if I did?”
Phoebe panicked, crawling backward with her hands and feet. “Don’t… don’t come any closer!”
Isabelle ignored her, bending down to pick up a steel pipe from the floor, weighing it in her hand.
Phoebe’s pupils dilated sharply. This Isabelle seemed completely different from the one who had let her bully her before.
“Help! Help-” She screamed, trying to crawl away, but Isabelle grabbed her ankle and dragged her back!
“Weren’t you so arrogant just now?” Isabelle looked down at her, lightly tapping the steel pipe against her face. “Scared now?”
Phoebe trembled all over, tears and snot streaking her face, b get away with it!”
Isabelle sneered and brought the pipe down hard on her leg!
tried to act tough: “If you dare touch me, Elliot won’t let you
“Ahhhhh-!”
Phoebe’s screams echoed through the warehouse.
Isabelle paid no attention, continuing to strike her with the pipe, blow after blow, her movements swift and merciless.
During those years abroad, she was no longer the weak victim who could be slaughtered at will.
Phoebe was beaten nearly to death, lacking even the strength to beg for mercy, only able to curl up on the ground.
Isabelle gasped for breath, wiping the blood from her face, preparing for the final blow-
“Bang!”
The warehouse door was suddenly kicked open.
Blinding light poured in as Elliot stood in the doorway, his face dark as he stared at them both.
