The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 334

Natalie stared at the bloodstained bedsheet. It had been cut into a small piece, and the blood had dried completely. Beside it, a piece of paper was attached with a note—"Sophia's virgin blood".

So, not only had Shane violated Sophia, but he had also kept evidence of his crime.

He had left these things behind with a clear purpose—to threaten and control her.

Natalie closed her eyes, her nails digging into her palms. No wonder Sophia looked so pale that day when she came to the Walker residence with Marcus.

For her, stepping back into this place must have taken unimaginable courage.

"Nat." Mason, who had been watching Natalie stand by the table for a long time, cast a warning glance at Shane before walking up to her.

"Holy shit!" Mason caught a glimpse of what Natalie was holding and blurted out in shock. "What… what the hell is this?"

"Mason, close the door."

Natalie slowly opened her eyes, a crimson fury burning in them. She set the album down and turned to Shane, her gaze as venomous as snake.

Terrified by the look in her eyes, Shane instinctively turned and bolted.

"Stop!" Mason lunged forward, grabbing Shane's shoulder.

Shane twisted away with all his strength, desperate to escape. Now that his crime was exposed, he knew he was finished.

His arrogance had doomed him—he had assumed that none of the heirs from the Walker family would ever set foot in the helper quarters. In all his years working here, they never had. Gorge was the only one who ever came by, and even then, he always gave prior notice.

Besides, with Emma tipping him off and backing him up, Shane had always felt untouchable.

But now, as he saw Natalie pull open that drawer and flip through the album, he knew he was done for.

Natalie, who had just returned to the family, was no easy opponent.

"Shane, you beast! Where do you think you're running?" Mason cursed as he chased after him.

Natalie pulled out her phone and called Gorge. Within moments, security guards swarmed in from all directions, subduing Shane without effort.

"Let me go! Let go of me!"

Shane struggled violently. "You have no right to go through my things! Natalie, just because you're the heiress, does that mean we helpers have no rights or privacy?"

Natalie strode forward and slapped him hard across the face.

"You used these to blackmail Sophia, didn't you?" Her voice was ice-cold, and her eyes were red-rimmed. As a woman, she could not tolerate seeing another woman suffer such an atrocity.

There was an inherent imbalance of power between men and women. She could almost picture the scene—Sophia, pinned beneath this beast, crying, screaming, as he violated her.

"Bah! It was Sophia, that whore, who seduced me first!" Shane spat on the ground, defiant even as he was restrained.

Natalie slapped him again, harder this time.

"You even recorded it. You're not just a beast—you're a monster."

Shane chuckled, unfazed. "I still have videos. These photos are nothing!"

"That bitch—Sophia, the so-called heiress of the Sinclair family—was crying and begging me to let her go. But later, when I made her feel good, she begged me to go faster!"

Natalie rained down slap after slap before kicking him viciously between the legs.

Shane let out a bloodcurdling scream. But before he could recover, she rolled up her sleeves, yanked him away from the guards, and unleashed her fury—punching, kicking, beating him relentlessly.

"Nat, I'm joining in!"