Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383 The Vanishing Point

Our was dead, and the other was insane.

The farve had finally come to its end.

Finished

The subordinates turned to their boss, awaiting his next move. Jasper didn’t order them to open fire. He took one final, lingering look at the babbling Madam White and gave a simple command: “Withdraw.”

They exited the house. His men poured several canisters of gasoline over the structure and struck a match. Through the roaring orange flames, Madam White’s singing could still be heard, drifting into the night air.

Jasper turned and walked away, the wind whipping his coat around him with a sharp, snapping sound. He didn’t look like a triumphant victor; his silhouette was draped in a profound, heavy loneliness.

By the time the police arrived, the building was a charred skeleton. Forensics identified the Vict recovered the murder weapon from the scene. Shortly after, the case was classified as a crime closed.

With Donnie and Madam White dealt with, only one person remained.

Land

Back at the villa, a sudden, powerful wave of unease crashed over Bianca. She paced her room incessantly, calling the usual numbers over and over, only to be met with dead silence. Her instincts screamed at her: something had gone horribly wrong.

Without a second thought, she began to pack. She took only her most valuable jewelry and cash, stuffing them into a travel bag. She had just stepped out of her room when she ran headfirst into Jasper.

Her face froze, but she managed to force a brittle smile. “Jasper, you’re back.”

His gaze drifted downward to her luggage. “Where are you going?”

“My grandmother… she misses me. I was planning to go stay with her for a while. I just booked a flight back home. I’ll be back in a few days. Anyway, I should get going, or I’ll miss my flight.”

She tried to brush past him, but a bodyguard stepped into her path, blocking the exit.

The last of her composure evaporated. Cold sweat began to bead on her forehead. “Jasper?”

“Ann is missing, and you’re in the mood to go on vacation?”

“I… I know you’ll find her, Jasper. You always do. But my grandmother isn’t well, and I’m worried about her.”

Jasper took several deliberate steps toward her until he was standing directly behind her. “You’ve grown quite comfortable in this role, haven’t you?” He whispered.

A drop of sweat rolled down her jaw and hit the floor. He saw it.

“Why are you so nervous?”

“Jasper, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re being nonsensical.”

In a flash, his hand clamped onto the back of her neck. He jerked her backward, forcing her head up to

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Chapter 383 The Vanishing Prom

meet his eyes. “The game is over.”

Finished

She gasped for air, struggling against his iron grip. “Let me go! Jasper, what are you doing?! I’m Tatiana!”

Jasper almost never laid a hand on women. But he made exceptions for filth.

With a surge of strength, he slammed Bianca’s face directly into the wall.

Thud

Her head split open, and her newly repaired nose twisted violently to the side as blood began to pour.

“Do you have any idea how much it disgusted me to watch you try to play her?”

At this distance, she caught the metallic scent of fresh blood on him. Realization finally dawn began to sob, begging for mercy. “Please! Let me go! I didn’t know anything! I was forced into made me do it! Spare me, please!”

No matter how hard she cried, Jasper showed no mercy. He didn’t kill her. Instead, he took personally carved her face to pieces.

and he They

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One stroke after another, the cuts were deep enough to show bone. He dropped the dagger, wiped his hands clean, and spoke with a chilling indifference. “You don’t deserve to wear her face.”

Bianca, her face now a mask of gore, looked like a monster from a nightmare. She clutched her face. feeling the warmth of her own blood. “No! No! My face! This is my face!”

“Take her away.”

His men dragged the screaming woman out. Jasper didn’t end her life; instead, he had her bound and taken to a ship. They sailed for days until they reached a remote, desolate island and dumped her there.

Primitive tribesmen emerged from the foliage, watching the massive ship with fear. But the outsiders only threw a hysterical, cursing woman onto the sand before sailing away.

Bianca chased after the ship until the waves nearly swallowed her, forcing her back to the shore, her face a mess of salt and blood.

“Don’t leave me! I’m Tatiana! I’m a billionaire’s daughter! I’m Mrs. Jackson! You can’t do this to me! Come back! Please!”

The ship didn’t stop.

When she finally ran out of strength to scream, she turned around–only to find herself surrounded by a circle of armed islanders.

“No… no, stay back! Ah!”

Jasper took a long, hot shower, scrubbing himself until every trace of blood and grime was gone. He

ensured not a single scent of the night’s work remained.

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