Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 87

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Perfect, sweetheart. Your dad and I are flying back right now to get you.”

heir voices trembled with emotion. My throat tightened, tears streaming down my face.

Mom, Dad–I’ll be waiting.”

hung up, wincing through the searing pain, and forced myself out of bed.

had to escape this hellhole.

ut the moment I pushed open the door, I froze.

perfect couple stood in the hallway.

amien Harrington–who was supposed to be paralyzed in a wheelchair–wore a custom–tailored suit, playfully tapping Chloe Kensington’s nose.

hree months of messing with her. You happy now? Look at her–skin and bones. Kind of pathetic, honestly.”

loe pouted.

Oh, so now you feel sorry for her? You didn’t see how vicious she was when she tried to get me arrested. I’m still traumatized.”

oor people like her have no shame. They’ll sell their bodies for cash.”

amien squeezed her delicate fingers, chuckling softly.

ine. We’ll play with her a little longer.”

stood behind the door, biting my lip until I tasted blood. Every inch of my body screamed in agony.

ast night, they stitched me up–dozens of stitches. The staff claimed there was “no anesthesia on the island.” Shoved a rag in my mouth and let the doctor go to

ork.

passed out from the pain over and over. Bit down so hard my mouth filled with blood. But I survived.

nd now I knew the truth.

his nightmare was Damien’s revenge–all for his precious Chloe,

year ago, she hit an old man while drunk driving. I stopped her from fleeing the scene. Called the cops.

he never forgave me.

Isabella?”

he door behind me swung open. Damien had ditched the sult, wheeling himself inside.

Our eyes locked, and I saw the panic ripple across his face.

When did you wake up? Why didn’t you call me?”

Just now. Didn’t know you were here.”

He stared at my cracked, blackened hands, his frown deepening before he drew his hand back.

‘Get back in bed. I brought you food.”

He pulled a bun from his coat–cold, hard, and reeking of rot, probably fished out of a dumpster.

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Without thinking, I snatched it up and tore into it like a starving animal, catching Damien’s horrified, disgusted gaze.

He didn’t know. Over the past three months, I’d eaten dead rats. A moldy bun was nothing.

After I finished, he put on his sad, helpless expression–the one I knew so well.

The producers just told me… since you got injured, they’re restarting the competition.”

Isabella, please. For me. Just three more months.”

lis face crumpled into that fragile, pitiful look.

glanced at him. My voice was flat.

I’m not doing it.”

What?”

is head snapped up. Shock written all over his face.

sabella, you’ve come so far. How can you just quit now?”

Each dose of my medication costs hundreds of thousands. This prize money is my only hope. Are you really going to let me waste away into a paralyzed shell of

person?”

ears welled in his eyes. His voice cracked with sorrow.

ormally, I would’ve caved.

ot this time.

Watching his Oscar–worthy performance, I almost laughed.

or the first time, I really looked at him. Details I’d ignored before suddenly stood out.

hat “worn” mechanical watch on his wrist? Worth enough to buy a private island.

lis plain white jacket? I’d seen it in a magazine. European luxury brand.

Meanwhile, I wore a dearance–rack coat from three months ago–filthy, reeking. My stitched wounds throbbed with every breath.

My voice came out hoarse.

Damien. We’re done.”

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