The Ultimate Reborn Heiress (Scarlett) novel Chapter 21

A strange, sweet smell had filled her lungs as the man swung the door shut

Her consciousness had begun to blur. Through the haze, she heard anoth and a distant voice saying the food had arrived.

ind him.

lock at the door

Only then had it dawned on her that was the real delivery driver.

Someone had timed it perfectly and intercepted her.

After that, everything had gone black.

When she’d come to, she’d found herself bound hand and foot.

The two days since had been a waking nightmare.

The intruder was tall and built like a wall. He hadn’t assaulted her in the usual

day he’d cut her once and drank her blood, like some deranged demon.

He even used her phone to order takeout for himself every day…

None of the couriers had suspected a thing.

It would never occur to them that the actual owner of the place had been trapped in the bedroom for two days straight without food or water.

She’d lain bound at this monster’s mercy for forty–eight hours now. Her wounds throbbed. Was anyone ever going to save her?

Was she going to die here?

Would he torture her until she was barely breathing and then finish her off?

Scarlett rode the elevator up and soon stood in front of the customer’s door on the eleventh floor.

She knocked and called out, “Hi, your order’s here.”

About thirty seconds later, someone came to open the door.

The lights inside were off, and the apartment behind the crack of the door was dim. The door didn’t open all the way–she only caught a glimpse of a very tall man reaching out to grab the bag.

In that instant, Scarlett’s heart jolted.

A cold thump struck her chest.

The moment the door opened, the stench of blood wafted out.

A simple cut or minor injury wouldn’t smell like that unless someone ins. blood.

ad lost a lot of

There was even a rancid note to it, the sour rot of blood that had sat uncleaned for days.

Not just that.

In that brief gap, she’d also seen the shoes lined up by the door–every pair belonged to a woman.

On the pegboard by the wall hung women’s handbags, keychains, and cutesy plush charms- nothing that screamed “male” anywhere.

Except for one pair of men’s dress shoes on the floor.

The man opening the door was barefoot.

Which meant there weren’t even men’s slippers prepared in the house.

A strange man in a space that clearly showed a woman’s living habits.

And the food he’d ordered was for one.

So where is the woman who actually lived here?

Was the woman being held hostage? And since the order was only for a single meal, it suggested the perpetrator was alone.

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