Stealing Your Heart (Lin Xinyan) novel Chapter 1009

Terrified, Shen Xinyao started trembling. However, she kept silently telling herself that she had to stay calm.

“Speak.” The man’s eyes had a dark glint in them. She did not know when he had taken out the gun to point at her forehead. “You’re not alone here, are you?”

It was a silent threat.

Shen Xinyao abruptly recalled Zong Yanxi’s in the house. The man had a gun, and if she struggled with all her might, the man might pull the trigger. When that happened, the noise might shock Zong Yanxi, and the man might kill her as well.

“Who are you?” Shen Xinyao thought she was portraying calmness, but that was not the case for the man. He could clearly sense the terror she was feeling.

No matter how she tried to hide her emotions, her eyes betrayed everything she was feeling.

“So you’re admitting that you’re Shen Xinyao?” The man laughed. “Very well.”

Narrowing his eyes further, he murmured, “Do you think I should just kill you, or do you think I should keep you alive in some way…”

As he spoke, his gun remained still by her forehead. His gaze landed on the photograph by the headboard. “Your future husband?”

Shen Xinyao maintained her silence.

The man looked around the room. The merry bright colors were a dagger to the man’s nerve. His men were either dead or captured, and he barely evaded capture. Yet, the one who turned his life upside down was enjoying the time of his life. The villa looked luxurious, and it seemed like the man had found an excellent son-in-law.

“Do you want money? I can give you that, as long as you let me go,” Shen Xinyao negotiated.

The man scoffed in disdain, “Money? When I was rich, I could buy an entire city. Money is useless to me now. I don’t have the luxury of spending it while I’m alive.”

The man knew what kind of situation he was in right now. Perhaps he could evade the law for now, but he could not do it for the rest of his life. He lost his opportunity to escape overseas, and that meant he had no place within the country either.

The man glided his gun down, passing her brows. The muzzle slowly trailed from her nose bridge to her lips, to her chin, to her neck, and finally stopped on the right side of her chest.

At the same time, his other hand slid into her shirt. Instantly, the colors drained from Shen Xinyao’s face as she curled into herself. The man grinned maliciously. “If you want to blame someone, blame fate for making you Shen Peichuan’s daughter.”

As he spoke, the man pulled her shirt apart as he leered at her body. “Killing you will only make them suffer temporarily. Pain fades over time. I want to make life a living hell for you, so your dad will live the rest of his life in hell too.”