The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 919

Right up until her final breath, Jade's bloodshot eyes remain wide open in sheer shock, her mouth agape as she chokes on her last words.

She likely never envisioned her life ending in such a brutal, pathetic way. Her grand plan was to murder Tara, flee the country, sell her jewelry, and live comfortably abroad. Even if she were caught, she was prepared for the consequences. But she never, in her wildest nightmares, expected to be slaughtered on the floor by the woman who once treated her like royalty. Her eyes hold nothing but excruciating pain, absolute disbelief, and a profound, bitter unwillingness to accept her fate.

Tara, slipping fast into unconsciousness, is equally stunned. She thought she was dead. She had prayed Danny would miraculously kick the door down and save her. Never did she expect her mother to be her savior—let alone that Deanna would brutally execute Jade on the spot!

Panic cuts through Tara's fading mind. This is a civilized society with strict laws. Murder carries the heaviest penalty. By doing this in public, her mother has completely destroyed her own life!

*What is going to happen to her?* Tara thinks, desperately trying to force her heavy limbs to move. But the drug is too strong.

Right before she blacks out completely, chaos erupts.

"Oh my god, murder! Someone's been killed!" A waiter opens the door and practically collapses in terror at the gruesome scene.

"Help! Grab that crazy woman!"

"Call the police! Get security, now!"

"It's everywhere... there's so much blood! What happened?!"

"How long was I out?" she whispers.

"A full twenty-four hours," Danny says, his voice thick with relief. "Thank God you're okay. The doctor said the powder was just a fast-acting knockout drug. It doesn't cause any permanent damage."

Heaven knows his heart nearly stopped when he got the phone call. Rushing to the scene and seeing the sheer amount of blood covering the floor left him utterly paralyzed with terror. The sight of Jade's mutilated body was nauseating, but all he could think was: *What if that had been Tara?*

A cold sweat breaks out on his back just thinking about it. He refuses to let his mind go there.