Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 132

Natalia's heart thundered against her chest as she flung open the car door and bolted.

But no sooner had her feet hit the pavement than a gang of thugs gave chase.

Their leader, a scar slashing across his face, was particularly menacing.

In a flurry of panic, Natalia dialed 911.

To her dread, the line was busy; her call was stuck in a queue.

A pulse throbbed at her temple. Disconnecting the call, she dialed Hamilton's number, only to be met with the chilling tone of a dead line.

Her fingers clenched, a wave of despair washing over her. Without hesitation, she hit the speed dial for Alden.

Thankfully, this time, the call connected swiftly.

“Ms. Jenkins, what’s up so early?” Alden’s voice came through, calm and collected.

“Alden, help me, outside Benevolent Care Hospital, please, help...”

Before she could finish, a rough hand snatched her hair from behind.

“Dammit, you bitch! Quite the runner, huh?” The voice sneered, followed by a stinging slap across Natalia’s face. “I’d like to see you run now. Go on!”

Her ears rang from the blow, but she tried to maintain a composed facade. “I've already called the cops; they're on their way. Just let me go, and I won’t press charges!”

Instead, she was dragged mercilessly toward a van parked by the curb.

Natalia clung to the door, refusing to be shoved inside.

“Break her grip!” came the command.

To her horror, the man waiting inside the van was Orpheus.

“What do you want?” she demanded, her voice shaking despite her efforts to sound steady. “Orpheus, I’ve done nothing to you!”

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe you haven’t, but your man sure has. Tie her up and gag her. We’ll send Hamilton a nice little photo.”

Natalia smirked bitterly, fear making her voice quiver. “You think you can leverage me to get to Hamilton? It’s pointless, Orpheus. Hamilton doesn’t love me. You won’t get anything from him through me.”

Orpheus ignored her pleas, prying her fingers away and dragging her into the van.

“Drive.”

...

Ryan supported Dawson as they left Benevolent Care Hospital.

“Mr. Dawson, you okay? If not, we can call in specialists from Boria City.”

Dawson shook his head. “It’s an old stomach issue. Acts up when I skip meals.”

As they got into the car, they witnessed a scene of chaos not far away.

Dawson gestured towards the commotion. But before they could approach, they saw a group of men forcing a woman into a van.

Ryan froze, and Dawson’s face turned ashen.

“Isn’t that the girl from yesterday?”

Ryan felt a chill run down his spine. “Yes.”

“Follow them,” Dawson commanded, dialing 911 without further ado.

Ryan, normally so composed, now seemed visibly rattled as he drove in pursuit.

The van sped up, but Ryan kept close behind, blaring the horn as a warning.

Orpheus, annoyed by the interference, ordered Quill, "Shake them off!"