The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 138 Something Inside Her Shouldn’t Be Alive
That creepy little thing didn’t make a loud noise, but it was enough to send chills down Amelia’s spine and make her body tremble uncontrollably.
She didn’t know what the creature was. But deep down, she knew— she was ruined.
Grabbing the shattered vase, she saw the strange squirming thing still alive, wriggling around.
Clutching her ripped clothes tighter against her skin, she staggered into the kitchen, grabbing a clear glass and stumbling back. Kneeling on the floor with shaky hands, she scooped the thing into the cup.
Watching it swim around inside, looking pretty pleased with itself, some twisted sense of relief hit her— at least it was still alive. If it had died, that masked maniac would’ve just forced another one back into her.
She pulled out her phone and called Nanny Laura, the housekeeper. Laura was out buying groceries with two others to prep for some party tonight at the villa— following Amelia’s orders, apparently.
But now that she thought about it, what party?
Celebrate what? Losing her dignity? Or that Megan didn’t die like she should’ve?
No... this wasn’t her idea at all. Whoever that freak in the mask was— he’d purposely gotten everyone out of the house.
Something snapped.
She darted back to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors, and stabbed the living hell out of the sofa. Slices and holes everywhere.
Once the rage burned out, she clutched the cup tightly and drifted upstairs like a ghost.
Sitting before the vanity, she stared at that wriggling thing for what felt like forever before finally dragging herself into the bathroom. She scrubbed her skin raw, hoping she could somehow erase the filth clinging to her soul.
After getting dressed, Amelia drove to a private clinic, got herself checked out, and left with two boxes of emergency contraceptive pills— all of which she swallowed down on the spot.
Meanwhile, under the moonlit sky, at Dreamscape Manor—
Tristan glanced at the peaceful woman tucked into his arm. When his phone buzzed, he picked it up with a quick press and held it to his ear.
"Boss, Amelia was dropped off back at Emerald Bay by Samuel. After that, all curtains were drawn, and then we started hearing really gut-wrenching sobbing inside. An hour later, six men walked out and left in a car. One had a mask on."
"You didn’t follow them."
Cameron replied, "They were on high alert. We got spotted."
Tristan narrowed his sharp eyes. "What about Amelia?"
"An hour and a half later, she drove to a private clinic on Donglin Street. She was bleeding badly down there and got emergency pills. It looks like she was... assaulted. No clue who she crossed."
Tristan mulled it over. "She didn’t report it. Two likely reasons. One: she’s afraid of her reputation getting wrecked. Two: she’s afraid of the man himself."
Cameron sounded unsure. "I’d say it’s probably the first."
"I think it’s the second," Tristan said coolly, his eyes drifting toward the sleeping woman beside him. "Keep a close eye on her."
"Yes, sir."
As the call ended, Tristan stared at the darkened screen, gently tapping it with one finger.
That crash earlier today... way too many red flags.
The cement truck driver didn’t even think about hitting the brakes. He slammed the gas instead— clearly out for blood. If Megan hadn’t pulled a sharp swerve and crashed into another truck that redirected the impact, she’d be gone by now.
But that driver? Not saying a word— just eats the whole blame himself.
Soft’s not gonna cut it with this guy.
He dialed Ryan Mitchell.
"Captain Ryan, did you interrogate the driver again after he sobered up?"
"Yeah. Same story as before. We’re digging into his family’s financials and have a team watching his house."
"Keep me posted if anything changes."
"You got it."
After hanging up, Tristan slid his arm out from under the woman. He stood up and walked to the window.
His reflection flickered in the narrow sliver between the curtains— half his face lit, the other lost in shadow.He called Cameron. "Take a few casual shots of the driver’s wife and kid. Let him feel the heat—he lives, but maybe his family won’t be so lucky."
"Yes, sir."
Tristan wasn’t fond of playing dirty, but when it came to staying within legal bounds, this kind of tactic usually worked best—fast and effective.
Standing by the window, he stared out at the moonlight, his brows furrowed. Just who the hell was pulling the strings here?
After a while, he turned from the window and headed to the bed. He placed a light kiss on Megan’s cheek, then threw on a thick robe and quietly stepped out.
The next day, Linus, representing Megan and Stella, went to meet the driver.
The driver had that "I’ll take the fall" smugness all over his face. No injuries, no deaths—what’s the worst? A few years? He’d be out in no time.
Then Linus slid over a few photos. "Do you even know who you messed with?"
The driver’s face instantly twisted. "What, is this a threat now?"
Linus gave a half-smile. "Ever heard of Tristan? Or Oliver?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Boom—name drop. The driver paled. Anyone in finance knew them. And knew better than to cross them.
Leaning in closer, Linus added casually, "Out of all the people to go after, you hit Reid’s wife and Oliver’s mother. Talk about bad luck. Clearly your boss wasn’t kind enough to tell you who was in that car."
The man swallowed hard, panic creeping into his eyes. "Don’t try to trick me. I acted alone. No one else involved."
"That loyal, huh?" Linus chuckled. "Cool. Next time I’ll bring something a bit more... intimate."
He started pulling the photos back, but the driver grabbed at them in a panic.
He wasn’t a fool—if these people could snap pictures inside his home, it meant his family had been under watch this whole time. And now he’d pissed off folks who didn’t forgive or forget. This wasn’t protecting his family—it was dooming them.
"You sure you’ve thought it through?" Linus asked, voice calm.
The driver nodded quickly. "I’ll tell you everything. But I’m not sure how much help it’ll be."
"No problem, just spill what you know. Leave the rest to us," Linus replied.
Half an hour later, Linus left the precinct and immediately called Tristan.
"Boss, the driver said someone hired him to crash into the car. Two million if he killed them, one million if just injured. The down payment was fifty grand, sent to his cousin far away. But he has no idea who the employer was—voice changer, and no recording."
Tristan took off his glasses, setting them on the lab table. "Then start from the cousin. Who he met, when, where—pull all the surveillance footage. There’s always some clue somewhere. But don’t move in too early. Let the cops take the credit."
He set his phone down and picked up a sleek, metallic pen-shaped object.
Turning his chair toward Zeta Prime, he said, "Shoot me."
Zeta Prime tapped its metal head in protest. "Did I hear that right, Master?"
"Shoot. Me."
"Uh, no thanks!" Zeta Prime looked like it was facing judgment day. "Don’t forget, you programmed a safety override. If I show any aggression toward humans, I shut down on the spot. I literally can’t."
Then it scooped Nova Tech off its head. "Nova, your turn!"
"Hell no! Nova’s still enjoying life over here!"
Tristan narrowed his eyes at the two bots. "Both of you. At the same time."
