I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 136

The weather wasn’t hot yet, but flowers were already blooming everywhere

The garden was manicured to perfection: Sophie could have sat there all day without getting bored.

A soft breeze brushed past, yet her head suddenly felt heavy, a dull ache pressing against her temples.

Something’s wrong.

Her heart tightened. Lifting her gown, she turned to run toward the crowd.

Whack!

A sharp pain hit the back of her skull. Her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground.

A shadowy figure rushed forward, hoisted her over a shoulder, and vanished into the garden’s depths.

By the time Marcus arrived, the garden was empty.

His brows knitted, an ominous premonition clawing at his chest.

He immediately called Chris.

“Check the surveillance. Find out where Sophie is–now.”

Sophie came to in a sealed–off room.

Groaning, she rubbed her throbbing head and forced herself to take in her surroundings.

It looked like a hotel room. The windows were locked, the door secured. She was lying on a bed.

Two cameras stood around the mattress, while more surveillance units blinked from the ceiling corners.

A red light flickered. Then a voice, distorted through a modulator, filled the air.

“You’re finally awake.”

Sophie sat up straighter, staring directly at the cameras.

“Who are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, would I bother using a voice changer?”

The person on the other end laughed, loud and manic.

Sophie’s lips curled into a sneer.

“Let me guess. Liam? Or Lena? It has to be one of you.”

For just a fraction of a second, the laugh faltered. Small, but enough for Sophie to notice.

She reached toward her thigh. Tonight, she’d worn a gown with an inner lining pocket, perfect for carrying her phone.

If she could just get it-

Her hand froze.

Her eyes darted downward. Her clothes had been changed.

The black evening gown she’d worn at the gala was gone.

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In its place clung a leopard print bodycon mini dress, strapless and indecentovering the top only to expose the bottom, or the bottom only to expose the top. Either way, it revealed too much.

Sophie’s expression hardened, her voice slicing like ice.

“Lena. Dressing me up like this–what exactly are you planning?”

A pause. Then the modulator clicked off. Lena’s voice came through, smug and gloating.

“No wonder my brother’s been obsessed with you. Looks like you’re not just a pretty face–you’re clever, too.”

Sophie ignored the twisted compliment. Already, her body felt flushed, restless, harder and harder to control.

“What did you give me?” she demanded.

“Finally feeling it? Took long enough.”

Lena’s voice was dripping with triumph.

“That’s a special mix I found just for you. Last time at the villa, you slipped away by sheer luck. This time, you won’t.”

“Tell me–doesn’t it feel like there’s a volcano inside you? Like your limbs are burning, your stomach tightening with heat?”

“Don’t worry, Sophie. The real fun hasn’t even started.”

With a click, the two cameras switched on.

The screen at the foot of the bed lit up, showing her live.

Her once fair skin was now flushed red. The skimpy leopard dress clung to her curves, every line of her figure accentuated.

Her long legs crossed on the screen, looking exactly like the kind of sordid clips people whispered about online.

Shame and fury crashed over her. She hurled a pillow at the screen.

It bounced off uselessly, the image unshaken.

Seeing herself like this was worse than death.

“What, can’t handle it already?” Lena taunted. “What will you do when you see yourself rutting like an animal? Slit your throat from the shame?”

“This drug doesn’t wear off without a man’s help. The more you resist, the stronger it gets.”

“Last time, I even prepared Zack for you, and you refused. Fine. This time, suffer.”

“These cameras will capture everything. Then I’ll upload the videos for the world to enjoy–the Chandler family’s precious daughter, spread out like a

whore.”

“But before that, you get to watch yourself fall apart. I can’t wait.”

Beep.

The feed cut, the camera lights shifting from red to blue, blinking like mocking eyes.

Sophie pulled the blanket around her trembling body, trying to hide from the gaze of those unblinking lenses.

Her chest heaved. She forced deep breaths, fighting to smother the fire clawing through her veins.

But Lena had been right–the harder she fought, the hotter it burned.

Her limbs ached, her belly coiled with heat.

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Her vision blurred. Her fingers twitched.

She ripped the blanket away, clawing at the dress clinging to her skin.

Her mind screamed no, but her body betrayed her, trembling, sliding lowe

Back at the gala, Chris burst in, pale.

“Sir, Sophie was taken from the garden. A man in black–completely cover

Marcus scanned the surveillance footage. His eyes darkened to pitch..

“Seal the hotel,” he ordered, voice sharp as steel. “Until Sophie is found, no

“Sir, that-”

A single cold glance cut him off. Chris bowed instantly.

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