The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 It Was You

Tracey gathered what little energy she had left and began recounting the truth to Maren.

Now everything clicked into place for Maren–their horror was completely justified.

It was clear now: the captors had purged the drug from the women’s bodies to ensure the flesh remained uncontaminated.

This grotesque meat was likely intended for the lions belonging to the man known only as Mr. Lion.

The girls had lived their entire lives confined to the university grounds; nothing had prepared them for a nightmare like this.

“How did you end up here?” Maren asked.

Hadn’t she entrusted Jett with a weapon to prevent situations like this?

“It was Lottie’s dad!”

Bitterness filled the room at the mere mention of his name. “Lottie vanished, along with her guards–Rocky and Rocco. Her father came searching, but we had no answers. So he handed us over to criminals, and that’s how we ended up here.”

They only understood the horrors of this place upon arrival. The women were treated like livestock, and stripped of their worth.

“Lottie’s dad…”

Maren had indeed forgotten about him.

She believed the nightmare had ended with Lottie’s death, but it had only just begun.

Meanwhile, the guards dragged out sliced remains of another woman’s body, likely taking them to refrigeration,

just as Tracey had explained earlier.

As the heavy door creaked open, Maren strained to get a glimpse outside. A long corridor stretched beyond,

lined with many sealed rooms.

There was no way this was the only occupied room.

Perhaps other rooms held captives too–maybe even Isla.

“Alright, ladies, it’s my turn to pick,” said Lenny Cole, the lone guard remaining. He wore a twisted smile, eyes gleaming as he surveyed the shackled women.

The captives, bound like Maren, resembled sheep awaiting slaughter.

He raised his blood–spattered hand, pointing at random, and each gesture sent waves of panic through the room as women fought not to collapse in terror.

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“Please, not me,” they silently pleaded.

Out of nowhere, someone shoved Agate forward. “Choose her! She’s prettier!”

Caught off balance, Agate stumbled to her knees before Lenny.

As she lifted her head, the fear in her eyes ignited a cruel excitement in the guard.

“You’ll do nicely,” he muttered, grasping her garment.

Agate’s fate was sealed in that instant.

Agate broke down. “No! Not me! Please!”

She hadn’t expected betrayal from one of their own. They were all victims. Why would they do this to her?

Though the rest sensed something deeply wrong, not a single one stepped forward to question or confront the individual who shoved Agate. Self–preservation outweighed morality.

To them, letting Agate fall was a grim but useful trade–her downfall might buy them a few more moments of survival. But not everyone accepted that. Two stood apart.

“Have you lost your mind, Evelyn?” Tracey lunged toward the perpetrator. Even Winona, usually hesitant and meek, charged at Evelyn Garcia without hesitation.

Evelyn, a fellow student, had never been part of their inner circle, but she was never hostile either–nothing close to the bitterness they shared with Lottie. No one could’ve imagined she’d snap like this.

“What exactly did I do wrong?” Evelyn barked, her voice seething with righteousness. “If it wasn’t her, it would’ve been one of us! I saved you all!”

Her outburst echoed through the silence.

“Disgusting!” Tracey spat, trembling with rage.

She and Winona were about to lash out further when a sudden cry sliced through the tension.

“Ah! You crazy bitch!”

Agate had clamped her teeth down on Lenny’s wrist as he reached for her.

He yelped, recoiling in pain, and she bolted for the exit.

Lenny made no effort to intervene; instead, he smirked coldly as she bolted for the exit.

“I can’t stay here! I need to get out!” Driven by panic, she yanked at the door with frantic urgency.

But regardless of how much force she used, the door refused to move. It was firmly sealed.

“No, please come on! Open up!” Overwhelmed, Agate finally sank to the floor, her energy drained, eyes

glistening with sorrow and powerlessness.

“What’s this? Already throwing in the towel?” Lenny mocked, his tone oozing malice as he crept towards her. He clearly reveled in the sight of her futile–resistance.

“You little whore. You think biting me is enough? I’ll have you begging for more before I’m finished ruining you.”

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