Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 14

Without a second thought, she instinctively used her own body to shield the suitcase in her arms.

But it was too late.

The dirty water had already seeped through the cracks of the case.

“No... please, no...”

Grace’s tears finally broke free.

She frantically opened the suitcase, using her sleeve to wipe the soaked manuscripts.

Tears mixed with the mud on her face, dripping onto the yellowed pages, creating small, blurred circles.

Through her rearview mirror, Lilian saw Grace’s pathetic state, and a surge of sick pleasure washed over her.

They were in a new commercial district under development—remote, deserted, and most importantly, completely devoid of security cameras.

This was a perfect opportunity.

An opportunity to make Grace disappear from the world for good.

Once the thought took root, it was impossible to suppress.

A strange smile spread across Lilian’s lips. She shifted into reverse, turned the car around, and floored the gas pedal.

The wind howled.

Grace looked up and saw blinding headlights rushing toward her.

She felt she had never been so close to death.

In that instant, she thought of the mother she had never met, the grandparents she hadn’t seen in a decade... and the Harts and the Wards, who had never once treated her like family.

Is Mom coming to get me?

She must be...

Grace instinctively closed her eyes.

Just in the nick of time—

SCREECH—!!!

A much louder, more piercing sound of braking tires cut through the air, blocking Lilian’s Porsche.

The two cars were practically touching.

She fumbled with the gear shift, slammed her foot on the accelerator, and fled in a panic.

Damien watched the Porsche speed away. Once he was sure it wouldn’t return, he turned and quickly walked to Grace’s side, crouching down.

Then he reached out and, together with her, carefully began picking up the scattered manuscripts, one page at a time.

Between the severe anemia, the cold, and the shock, Grace’s vision had long since blurred.

She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly.

She only felt a tall, warm presence enveloping her.

The manuscripts were gathered, one by one, and placed back in her arms.

She tried to stand up to thank him.

But she hadn’t slept properly in two days and had barely eaten. Her mental state was already fragile. As she stood, the world began to spin, and she started to fall.

Before she could hit the ground, Damien caught her by the waist and gently lifted her into his arms.

Just before she lost consciousness completely, only one thing remained sharp and clear in Grace’s mind.

A crisp, reassuring scent of cedar, and a warm embrace that made her feel safe enough to cry.