The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 285

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Chapter 285 He Can Protect You Forever

Owen Hale, who was in charge of Seaflats Cove’s security system, hurried over, alarmed, and stopped in front of Abraham. “Mr. Abraham,” he greeted.

Abraham kicked him square in the chest. “Didn’t you notice anything strange?”

Owen had been by his side in Falvaria for years, and his skills had always earned Abraham’s trust.

But tonight, he’d let Derrick slip in without a trace.

Even Abel was shocked. He hadn’t expected Derrick to show up in Rivermount, let alone catch them completely off guard.

Abraham hadn’t held back with that kick. Owen nearly couldn’t get back on his feet.

He opened his mouth to explain, but Abel shot him a sharp look.

Stella had been taken by Derrick. Saying anything now was as good as digging his own grave.

Abraham closed his eyes, dangerously calm. “Why are you still standing here?”

Abel nodded. “On it.”

He left. Owen quickly followed, hoping to make up for his failure.

The fight raged on. The men Derrick brought were all death soldiers, fiercely locking down Seaflats Cove’s security.

Roughly ten minutes later, it finally quieted down.

Abel returned. “Mr. Abraham, it’s done. Derrick’s people were all wiped out. Not one left.”

Without another word. Abraham went after Derrick.

Stella couldn’t stay in that man’s hands. The thought of all those years Derrick had eyed her with twisted desire made something cold and dangerous flash in Abraham’s eyes.

Stella was woken by the sound of whirring engines. She blinked groggily and realized she was inside a helicopter.

She’d been dumped carelessly on the floor. Derrick sat not far away.

He lounged there like a spoiled prince, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine in hand. A doctor beside him was dressing the wound on his shoulder blade.

The stark white bandages were soaked in shocking red,

Seeing Stella awake, the man gave her a wicked grin. “Not bad. You wake up in just half an hour,” he said casually.

Stella winced at the buzzing rotors overhead. Her head ached, but when she turned to look at Derrick, fury slowly filled her

eyes.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded.

Derrick smirked. “Take a guess, my fiancée”

I’m not your d*mm fiancée!” Stella snapped.

The word “fiancee set her off completely. The helicopter wasn’t big

Stella scrambled to her feet and charged him in a few quick steps, aiming a kick right at Derrick.

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But with her slim arms and legs, she was no match for the bodyguard’s thick muscles.

Derrick watched her thrash helplessly and let out a low laugh. “So Marie took you for a month, and this is all you’ve got to

show for it?”

Stella glared but said nothing.

He handed his wineglass to the doctor, who had just finished wrapping his wound.

Then, taking his time, he slipped on a black shirt. With his nearly styled hair, he almost looked like the nice boy next door.

But only Stella knew just how rotten he was inside.

Derrick came over and sat beside her. “Or do you think Abraham really values you that much? That he can protect you

forever?”

Stella didn’t answer. She just rolled her eyes at him, hard.

He was her curse. Years ago, it was because of his sister that she was forced to leave Abraham. And now, here he was again dragging her away.

Derrick saw the look on her face and smiled even more smugly. “Star, you haven’t grown up after all these years.”

“Don’t call me that with your disgusting mouth,” Stella said with pure disgust.

The Tom family and the Dawson family used to be close. But when her father died, the Tom family had kicked them while they were down.

Stella hadn’t always hated Derrick, but now she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Derrick stood, crouching next to her again.

Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. Derrick lost his balance and nearly fell onto her.

Luckily, Stella moved out of the way just in time.

He caught himself with his injured arm and let out a grunt of pain.

“What the hell’s going on?” he snapped coldly,

From the cockpit, the pilot–bodyguard called back, “Mr. Derrick, Mr. Abraham caught up.”

Derrick’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at Stella. “Tell me, isn’t he twisted? Falling for the little girl he raised himself?”

The guard had already let go of Stella by then

That word ‘twisted” snapped something in her.

She got up and slapped Derrick hard across the face. “What the hell does it matter to you? Mind your own damn business!”

Derrick’s face darkened. He grabbed her delicate wrist. “With wrists this thin,” he said in a low voice. “I bet they break real

easy.”

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