Out of the Shadows

Tilda's Brilliant Second Life

Chapter 694: Please Save Me

"If you can walk out of here alive tonight, I'll let you go. I'll never come after you again. I've changed the rules for this little game. Let's see if you can surprise me."

As soon as Tilda finished speaking, she clapped her hands.

Before Kyla could react, two figures rushed over and started beating and kicking her relentlessly.

Kyla couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

The people attacking her weren’t strangers.

They were her biological father and sister—James and Jessie—whom Kyla thought were long dead.

"You bitch! How dare you hire someone to kill me? Screw you!"

James didn’t hold back with his punches. Jessie wasn’t any gentler. Her face twisted with rage as she kicked Kyla in the ribs.

Their savage blows made Kyla scream in agony.

"Stop it! Honey, Jessie, stop it!"

Hiding in the back, Megan finally couldn’t watch anymore. She rushed to Tilda, sobbing and pleading, "Tilda, please! Let us go. We swear, we’ll disappear for good and never show up in your or Kyla’s life again!"

Tilda didn’t answer. She just snapped her fingers.

Crack!

A shadow flashed across the room and snapped Megan’s neck.

Her eyes stayed wide open, frozen in disbelief.

The next moment, the body was dragged away, vanishing without a trace.

James and Jessie nearly lost their minds watching that.

They started beating Kyla even harder.

They beat her until she was on the verge of death, coughing up blood.

“Tilda, we’ve done what you asked. Kyla’s nearly dead. Please, just let us go," James gasped, covered in sweat, his voice trembling as he tried to flatter Tilda.

Tilda spoke in a cold, flat tone. “Did you really think I’d let you live after showing you my face? You…”

Hearing that, James instinctively tried to run.

But a shadow flashed past, and Jessie’s neck was snapped with a sharp crack.

Snap!

She dropped dead on the spot.

Then, the shadow moved straight toward James.

“Tilda, you lied to me!”

The abandoned warehouse echoed with James’s screams of pure despair.

A moment later, he was dead, too.

James, Megan, and Jessie’s bodies were cleaned up so thoroughly that not a trace remained.

It was as if they’d vanished from the world entirely.

Kyla watched, panting and coughing up blood, but a strange laugh bubbled out of her.

She laughed as she coughed up blood.

“Justice! This is what they deserve! Did they really think they could ever escape Tilda’s wrath? In the end, they all died before I did! If they hadn’t come after me, if they hadn’t cornered me… None of this would’ve happened! Serves them right! Good riddance!”

Kyla had never felt so satisfied—she even felt a strange kind of gratitude toward Tilda.

Tilda glanced at her watch.

She figured the Jensons would be arriving soon.

“It’s almost time, Kyla. The moment of truth has finally come.”

With that, Tilda turned and left.

“Til… da…”

Kyla struggled to call out to her.

Suddenly, she caught the strong smell of gasoline.

She soon realized what Tilda was planning.

She started struggling desperately, doing everything she could to crawl toward the exit.

But her body was battered and weak, and after that savage beating, she couldn’t move at all.

Her mind started to go fuzzy.

At that moment, the flames burst to life.

“Tilda… She really means to burn me alive! She’s so cruel! No… no…”

Blood and tears streamed down Kyla’s face as she shook her head in despair.

Her wonderful life was just about to start.

She was supposed to go to Valkyria, live in luxury, and spend as much as she wanted.

She was supposed to be with the man she loved.

To achieve that, she’d even betrayed the Jensons who’d raised her for 19 years.

“How did I end up here? I’m about to be burned alive and die in agony! I can’t let that happen.”

Just then, several figures burst through the flames.

“Tilda, where are you? Tilda!”

That voice…

It’s Dominic and the others!

“Dominic, over there!”

Kayden pointed at something through the fire.

Through the smoke and flames, Dominic and the others saw Kyla.

Isn’t that Kyla? Why is she here? And why does she look so miserable?

“Help… help me… please… save me… I don’t want to die… please…”

On the brink of death, Kyla rallied every last bit of strength to scream for help.

Right now, being found by the Jensons was her only hope of surviving.

Even being found by them meant misery, but at least it was better than being burned alive.