One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 91: Cruel world

Please... somebody help me...

Lena’s voice came out hoarse and broken as she cried out for what felt like the hundredth time. Her throat burned with every word, each plea scraping painfully against the dryness that had settled there after two days without food or water.

Two whole days.

She had been tied up for that long, hands bound tightly behind her back, ankles restrained, her body forced into a stiff, unmoving position that made every muscle ache. She had struggled countless times, twisting, turning, trying to loosen the ropes that cut into her skin, but it had all been in vain.

The more she struggled, the deeper the ropes dug in, leaving angry red marks and bruises behind.

Her lips were cracked, her tongue heavy, her vision occasionally blurring as weakness crept into her bones.

Hunger clawed at her insides, but it was nothing compared to the unbearable thirst. She felt like she would faint at any moment.

Every time the kidnappers came to check on her, she begged.

Food... water... anything...

But they always ignored her, as though she didn’t exist.

As though she was already dead.

Over the past two days, Lena had begun to notice something unsettling. The kidnappers weren’t acting on impulse. They weren’t chaotic or disorganized. No... they were waiting.

Waiting for something.

Or someone.

They moved with purpose, following instructions from a person who was clearly in charge,

someone who had orchestrated everything. That realization sent chills down her spine.

Because it meant this wasn’t random.

Someone wanted her here.

Someone wanted her to suffer.

And worst of all... someone wanted her dead.

Delaying the inevitable didn’t mean it wouldn’t come. Lena knew that. And she refused to just sit and wait for whatever fate they had planned for her.

She had to act.

For the past day, she had been carefully observing her surroundings, planning her escape in silence. There was a sharp object lying not too far in front of her, a broken piece of metal or glass, she couldn’t tell, but it was her only chance.

Her only hope.

So she created a distraction.

She screamed occasionally, calling out for help, making it seem like she was still desperately waiting for a rescue. Then, when everything was quiet again, she would inch her chair forward, scraping it against the rough floor bit by bit.

The sound was faint, almost unnoticeable, but to her, it felt deafening.

Still, she didn’t stop.

Slowly... painfully... she moved closer.

Until finally,

She was within reach.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she stretched her legs forward, trying to hook the sharp object with her feet. She struggled, her toes barely grazing it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t lift it up high enough to reach her hands.

Damn it...

Her breathing quickened as panic began to set in.

There was only one option left.

She had to fall.

Lena closed her eyes and began to count silently,

bracing herself for the impact.

One...

Two...

Three.

She tipped her body to the side.

Her chair crashed to the ground with a loud thud, and a sharp pain shot through her entire body. A cry escaped her lips as her shoulder slammed against the hard floor, the force rattling her bones.

Tears welled up instantly.

Her first instinct wasn’t even for herself.

It was for her baby.

"Baby... please..." she sobbed softly, her voice trembling as she curled slightly despite the restraints. "Stay with mommy... please... just hold on a little longer..."

Her tears slid down her cheeks as fear gripped her heart.

"You’ve been so strong these past few days... just one more day, okay? I promise... I’ll get us out of here... I promise..."

Talking to her unborn child had been her only source of comfort. It reminded her that she wasn’t alone, that she still had something to fight for.

But as time passed, fear began to creep in.

If she didn’t act fast... her baby might not survive this.

She had hoped, prayed, that someone would notice her absence.

That someone would come looking for her.

Her father...?

They had an appointment that day. She never showed up. Wouldn’t he find that strange?

Or would he simply not care?

And Raymond...

Was he looking for her?

Did he even care?

A bitter thought crossed her mind, and her lips trembled.

Maybe... he’s happy to be rid of me.

She lay there for a while, trying to calm her racing heart. When the dizziness subsided slightly, she forced herself to focus.

She couldn’t afford to think like that.

Not now.

With trembling hands, she grabbed the sharp object and began sawing at the ropes binding her wrists.

Hope flickered in her chest.

Until,

Footsteps. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Her body froze.

The door creaked open, and one of the kidnappers stepped inside, likely alerted by the noise of her fall.

He paused.

Then slowly... he began to walk toward her.

Lena’s breath hitched as he approached, his heavy steps echoing in the silent room. Soon, his face hovered right in front of hers, his foul breath fanning against her skin.

She stiffened in disgust.

Up close, his appearance was even more horrifying. A jagged scar stretched across his face, distorting his features and making him look even more menacing.

Still... she had to try.

"Please..." Lena whispered weakly, forcing the words out despite her fear. "Help me... I beg you... I need water..."

For a split second, something flickered in his eyes.

Hope rose in her chest,

"I can give you water," he said.

Relief flooded her.

But it didn’t last.

"From my dick."

The words hit her like a slap.

"All you have to do is suck for a while," he continued with a disgusting chuckle. "Then you’ll get water... and protein."

Lena’s stomach churned.

"I know you’ve been stuck here for days," he added, smirking as he reached out and touched her face. "You must be desperate... I am too. Why don’t we help each other?"

"Don’t touch me!" Lena snapped, jerking her head away in horror.

He laughed.

"Playing hard to get?" he mocked. "You don’t have a choice. You’re not leaving here alive... and that bastard in your stomach is dying with you."

A chill ran down her spine.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

How... did they know she was pregnant?

Who was behind this?

Was it Raymond?

No... it couldn’t be...

Or... could it?

Cynthia?

Her thoughts spiraled out of control, panic consuming her completely.

When she didn’t respond, the man smirked.

"At least you know your place," he sneered, reaching for his belt.

But Lena’s fear quickly turned into desperation.

As he leaned closer,

She struck.

Grabbing his hand, she bit down hard.

A scream tore from his throat.

"Bitch! What are you doing?!"

He struggled to pull away, but she bit harder, tasting blood as she refused to let go.

In a fit of rage, he struck her across the face.

Her head snapped to the side, and pain exploded through her skull. Her lips split open, blood filling her mouth.

"You’ll pay for that!" he roared, staring at his mangled hand.

Then he snapped.

Blow after blow rained down on her. Slaps, punches, kicks, each one more brutal than the last. Lena cried out in pain as her body was thrown around like a ragdoll.

Then,

He aimed for her stomach.

"No, !" she screamed.

But it was too late.

Pain unlike anything she had ever felt surged through her abdomen as he kicked her repeatedly.

"You’re going to die the worst death possible!" he spat.

"Boss! Mr. Black and his men have arrived on the island!"

The sudden interruption made him stop.

"How many?"

"About ten. Two helicopters. They just landed."

A slow, twisted smile spread across his face.

"Perfect... just as we expected."

He laughed hysterically.

"The great Mr. Black... walking into his own death."

He turned to Lena, who lay in a pool of her own blood.

"Did you hear that?" he sneered. "I’ll kill him right in front of you."

Then, as if remembering something, he paused.

"Oh... and I have a message for you."

Lena’s eyes weakly lifted.

"Your mother..." he said slowly, savoring every word. "She was murdered by your father."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"And Ashley?" he continued. "She’s your father and your stepmother’s child. They had her before your father married your mother."

Tears streamed down Lena’s face.

But he wasn’t done.

"Mr. Black knows everything... and chose to keep it from you."

Her heart shattered.

"And your father?" he added with a cruel grin.

"He’s the one who arranged your kidnapping."

Silence.

"Pathetic," he scoffed. "Used by everyone... even now, it took Mr. Black three days to find you."

He turned toward the door.

"He must not think much of you."

With that, he walked out.

Leaving Lena behind.

Broken, Bleeding and Dying.

Tears slipped silently down her face as memories flooded her mind, betrayals, lies, deceit... everything she had endured.

She cried for her child.

For the life she might never get to hold.

For the love she had always chased... but never truly received.

Pain surged through her again, sharper this time.

Her body trembled.

Her vision blurred.

And as her strength slowly faded away, Lena wept bitterly,

For herself.

For her child.

And for the cruel world that had never shown her mercy.