The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Could That Woman Be Sam? 

Chapter 368 Could That Woman Be Sam? 

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Elain hesitated, her gaze fixed on Samantha, whose head was drenched in blood. Samantha was in terrible shape. If she didn’t escape soon and got caught, she’d be walking straight into death’s clutches. Elain, however, remained unharmed. Without a moment to lose, she shoved Samantha forward. 

“Samantha, you’re hurt badly. This is worse than I imagined. If the killer catches you, there’s only one thing waiting for you: death.” 

“But me? I’m fine. I can hold the killer off for a bit. You need to get out of here, call the police, and save me.” 

Elain kept urging her forward as she spoke, forcing Samantha into the cave. With no other option, Samantha began crawling ahead. 

Elain followed closely behind, but suddenly, Samantha stopped moving halfway through. Her body seemed to give out. 

Had she passed out from exhaustion? 

“Elain… what if she couldn’t make it?” 

Elain’s voice rang out in desperation. “Samantha! You have to keep moving! Crawl faster! Samantha, this isn’t the time to sleep. Don’t give up!” 

Samantha barely registered the words. Summoning the last vestiges of her strength, she dragged her body further into the cave. Every movement felt like fire in her veins, her strength rapidly fading, but she couldn’t afford to stop. 

“Ugh…” The sound escaped her lips in pain. 

She crawled forward, but the silence behind her grew louder. She turned her head just in time to witness a man dragging Elain’s limp body out of the cave as if she were no more than discarded waste. 

Fear gripped Samantha’s heart. She wanted to go after them, but her body, battered and weak, refused to cooperate. She needed to focus on getting out. Her fingers fumbled for her phone, hoping against hope for a signal, but nothing–no bars, no connection. 

How much farther could the exit be? She didn’t know. Exhaustion crept over her like a suffocating blanket, her body finally failing. But sleep was death. She couldn’t sleep here; death was waiting for her if she did. 

And Finley? He was still waiting for her, so she had to live. “Finley…” she whispered weakly. 

“Sam” Finley voice tore through the woods as he scoured every corner. The desperation in his tone echoed the panic coursing through his veins. Along the way, he ran into a group of police officers and several students, all of them in a frantic search for Samantha and another woman named Elain. 

When he learned that both women had vanished, his heart sank. Neither of their phones could be reached, and there was no sign of them anywhere. 

Finley’s stomach churned with dread as he heard the officers express their fear that something terrible had 

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