I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 574

The night was pierced by a biting wind.

Before I even got off the highway, my car inexplicably broke down. I had no choice but to pull over to the emergency lane and wait.

So much for a clean getaway. Frustrated, I scowled and called Noah to arrange for someone to pick me up and take me to the airport.

Noah raised an eyebrow. “It’s dangerous on the highway. Don’t move. I’ll send someone to get you.”

After hanging up, I took a deep breath. Panicking wouldn’t help. Cars were flying by, so there was no way I could try to fix it myself.

I checked my phone. Half an hour had passed.

Steven and Antonia… it must have happened by now, right?

After a moment’s hesitation, I opened the app to check the camera feed, but the live view was completely black.

My heart skipped a beat. I scrolled down to the stored video recordings.

The last clip was from twenty minutes ago. I didn't see two people tangled in an embrace, or even Antonia. All I saw was the bedroom floor, covered in blood.

Then Steven, wearing a bathrobe, walked straight toward the camera. He was holding a small knife, and blood dripped steadily from his hand.

His handsome face was smeared with blood, his expression terrifyingly grim. His dark, deep-set eyes were churning with an extreme rage, a menacing aura radiating from him as he stared directly into the lens, as if he were staring right at me, ready to devour me whole.

“Zephyra.”

The name seemed forced through gritted teeth, each syllable dripping with fury.

Then, he smashed his fist into the camera. The screen shattered and went dark.

I was so terrified my phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.

Holy shit!

Wasn't Steven supposed to be incapacitated? How was he so lucid?!

And what was with all the blood on his hand?

Antonia was young and beautiful, and she was deliberately trying to seduce him. How could he have resisted? Was he even a man?

Recalling Steven’s final glare, a panic seized me, and the hair on my arms stood on end. Even through the screen, I could feel his murderous intent.

I didn’t have time to review what had happened earlier. I immediately called Noah.

Sometimes, a partner bound by mutual interest is more effective and reliable than anyone else.

If he wanted to take down Steven, he had to save me.

Just as I hung up with Noah, several cars pulled up in front of me, all stopping on the shoulder.

When I arrived at the villa, I ran right into Antonia.

I stared at her in shock. “You…”

Antonia was terrified, her face pale. All the beauty and confidence she'd had about conquering Steven were gone. There was blood on her neck, and most importantly, she was completely naked!

Her arms were pinned by bodyguards as they dragged her outside.

When Antonia saw me, she broke free in a frenzy and fell to her knees before me, clinging to my legs and sobbing.

“Zephyra, I was wrong! I’ll never fight with you over Steven again! Please, make him let me go, I’m begging you! I’m still so young! I can’t have my reputation ruined, I still have to marry into a good family!”

“Besides, I only drugged him because you told me to! You were the one who wanted me to seduce Steven! You’re the instigator! If you hadn’t given me the chance, how could I have done something like this? Look how miserable I am, don’t you feel even a little bit guilty?”

Antonia had wanted to seduce Steven on her own; I had merely given her a push. But she always loved to shift blame, so I was used to it. I didn't argue, I just asked.

“What does Steven plan to do with you?”

Antonia’s eyes were red from crying, her expression bordering on hysterical.

“Steven said… he said if I like taking my clothes off so much, I shouldn’t wear them at all. He… he made me stand like this while so many people looked at my body, all of them men! Now he’s going to have me sent to the city center, to make me run home naked through a downtown filled with thousands of people…”

Her voice grew more shrill as she became more distraught. “I can’t do it! That’s no different from killing me! How could I ever show my face again? And if this happens, who would ever marry me? No rich man would ever look at me! Please, save me, I’m begging you!”