Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“Do you really fear me that much, to still be wary when I’m like this?” Mirabella’s lips curled into a pale smile.
“Who says I’m afraid of you?” Yolanda was far from scared, signaling her henchman with a glance.
The henchman quickly untied Joyce and Mya, removed the gags from their mouths, and pushed them toward Mirabella.
A knife was still lodged in Mya’s thigh, and the shove made her stumble forward.
Joyce caught her before she fell.
They looked a mess, tears streaming as they turned to Mirabella.
“Bella, are you hurting bad?” Joyce, tears in her eyes, wiped the blood from Mirabella’s mouth, “It’s our fault you’re in this mess.””Mirabella,” Yolanda taunted, tapping her face and neck with the flat of her blade, “where should I start?
Not the neck, that would end you too quickly, and where’s the fun in that? Maybe your face, disfigure you a bit. When Romeo finds you like this, he probably wouldn’t even want to claim your body.” Read at “If you’re going to strike, just do it. Haven’t you heard? Villains die from talking too much.”
With her friends gone, Mirabella had no more concerns. Edith was still hanging above, safe from harm for the moment.
What Mirabella was waiting for was for Yolanda to make her move.
True to form, Mirabella’s words sent Yolanda over the edge. With a vicious swipe, Yolanda brought the knife down, but in a flash, Mirabella spun and bent over, the blade slicing through the rope binding her instead of her flesh.
Once freed, Mirabella quickly stepped forward, dodging the knife’s remaining momentum that threatened to catch her back.
Yolanda hadn’t expected Mirabella’s earlier display of weakness to be a feint. She came at Mirabella with another slash.
Mirabella shifted again, and Yolanda’s knife cut through another rope.
Just as the onlookers were ready to pull their triggers, Mirabella had already snatched the knife from Yolanda’s grip and now held it to her throat, using her as a human shield.
Everyone froze, not daring to make a move.
Yolanda’s eyes bulged in disbelief. “You were poisoned.”
Why was she still so fast?
“Release Edith,” Mirabella commanded, her tone as cool and commanding as ever despite the pallor of her face.
“Don’t listen to her,” Yolanda shouted. “She’s a law-abiding citizen, she won’t actually kill anyone.”
Mirabella pressed the knife slightly, drawing a bead of blood from Yolanda’s neck.
“I’m running out of patience,” Mirabella’s voice was as chilling as a winter breeze. “I’ll count to ten. One.”
People were already scurrying towards the third floor.”Two.” Mirabella’s face was a mask of cold determination. “Three.”
“Mirabella!” Yolanda tried to bluster, “Murder is a hanging offense. You’ve just got back to the Collins family, become Miss Collins, are you really willing to throw it all away for me?”
“An unimportant person’s death won’t affect my life,” Mirabella’s voice carried the cold of winter. “If anything, it’s one less threat, one step closer to happiness.”
By the time Mirabella had counted to ten, the person had just reached the third floor, panting and out of breath. They hadn’t managed to hit the switch when Mirabella’s dagger swiftly crossed Yolanda’s arm.
“Ahh.” Yolanda screamed in agony, shaking with pain. She couldn’t believe Mirabella would actually do it.
Madwoman!
The knife returned to Yolanda’s throat, Mirabella’s tone still icy, “I’m counting to ten again. If they’re not released, it’ll be more than just an arm next time.”
Yolanda was visibly frightened; she knew Mirabella meant every word. “Hurry up, let Edith go,” she pleaded with her cronies.
“One.” Mirabella began counting again.
“Why are you counting so fast.” Yolanda was scared now.
The main switch was flipped, and ropes gently lowered Edith to the ground.”Because I feel like it.”
Yolanda was speechless.
A thug tossed Mirabella’s phone to her, and although Yolanda thought to escape while Mirabella was distracted, Mirabella was too quick. In less than two seconds, the phone was pocketed. Read at “Get Edith to the car.”
Yolanda realized Mirabella planned to drive Edith away.
Meanwhile, the poison in her system forced another mouthful of blood up her throat.”Mirabella, you can’t escape, look at yourself.”
Mirabella had Yolanda in a chokehold, the blade of her switchblade glinting ominously close to her heart. “Did I ask for your opinion?”
Yolanda’s airway constricted under Mirabella’s grip, leaving her voiceless and gasping for air.
With Yolanda as her shield, Mirabella started to back away slowly. One of the goons, sharp as a tack, saw his chance. Mirabella’s hands were both in front of Yolanda—just one good shot to her hands, and Yolanda would be free!
With this in mind, he squeezed the trigger, but Mirabella was quick. She dodged, and in a vicious move, slashed Yolanda’s arm with the knife.
“Don’t test my patience,” Mirabella warned, her tone icy.
Enraged and in pain, Yolanda lashed out at the gunman. “Can’t you shoot straight? You trying to get me killed?”
The gunman hung his head in shame. He hadn’t expected Mirabella to react so quickly.
“The woman’s in the car,” another minion reported.
“The keys,” Mirabella demanded.
The goon threw the keys to Mirabella, who caught them effortlessly. She slammed Yolanda against the car’s hood, the knife sinking into her left thigh—a revenge for Mya.
Yolanda screamed, her body arching in agony.
Mirabella hopped into the car. She put it in reverse, peeling back with such force that her henchmen couldn’t get a clear shot at her without risking hitting Yolanda.It wasn’t until Mirabella had created a safe distance and swung the car around that Yolanda was flung from the hood.
The goons rushed to help her up. After all, Yolanda hadn’t paid them their final installment yet; they didn’t want her dying on them so soon.
“What are you all waiting for? Get that bitch!” Yolanda screamed, her anger boiling over.
Several minions hopped into their cars and gave chase.
Bullets pelted Mirabella’s ride.
In the back seat, Edith, barely conscious, forced her eyes open. She saw Mirabella wipe a trickle of blood from her lips, her knuckles white and strained against the steering wheel.
Tears blurred Edith’s vision. She felt responsible for Mirabella’s plight.
Anyone else would’ve abandoned her to save themselves.
But Mirabella hadn’t forgotten her. Despite her own wounds, she was still determined to take her maid with her.
Out on the open wasteland, Mirabella’s car led the chase, with seven or eight white cars in relentless pursuit, bullets tagging the body of her car.
A violent cough shook Mirabella, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
Pain tore through her nerves and sanity, Mirabella’s car swerved, slowing from its initial breakneck speed.
Everyone knew she was on her last legs.They floored the gas pedal, bullets raining even more furiously onto Mirabella’s silver car.
Behind the wheel of the Bugatti sat a man of regal coldness.
Was she injured?
Behind her, a pack of white cars was giving chase.
Mirabella was ushered to safety by a convoy of protective cars.
A group of white sedans, upon witnessing the scene, sensed trouble brewing.
“If we don’t deliver her back, the boss won’t cut our final check.”
“Those black cars can’t be the girl’s lackeys. Let’s step out and have a word, ask them to butt out.”
“We need to snag this girl. She left the boss in a bad way, and the boss’s itching to make an example out of her.”
“Have you lost your minds? Don’t you recognize the Bugatti Veyron’s plate? That’s Romeo’s car! Floor it!”
Someone’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, and the white sedans immediately made a U-turn and sped away.
Romeo’s men, however, were quick to draw their guns, pursuing the fleeing vehicles.
One of the white sedans was riddled with bullets, its passengers sent to meet their maker.
Another white sedan found itself ensnared by three black cars and surrendered in an instant.
Yet another was sent tumbling across the vast, open desert, rolling several times.
Romeo didn’t give chase. He opened the door to the silver car and lifted the bloodied girl.
“Where are you hurt?” Romeo was both pained and furious as he cradled her into the Bugatti Veyron and gently placed her in the passenger seat, his eyes red-rimmed, “Who did this?”“Just poisoned.” Mirabella, not wanting to worry him, managed a weak smile, “Take me to Reflections Villa.”
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