Chapter 215

Allison finished work and, after parking her car, rubbed her sore shoulders and neck, trying to ease the tension. As she approached the villa, however, something felt wrong. Her gaze sharpened. The entrance carpet was slightly shifted; someone had been there.

Slowly, she gripped the door handle, scanning for tampering. She wasn't sure if the secret room had been touched, but whoever it was, they needed to reveal themselves. Allison's expression darkened. With a swift motion, she flung the door open and delivered a powerful kick.

Bang! Devin, lying in wait, was knocked off his feet, hitting the floor with a painful thud. "Ugh!" he hissed, breaking into a cold sweat as he scrambled up. Seeing Allison's aggressive stance, he hesitated, his heart clenching with fear, but forced a sneer onto his face.

"Well, well, Allison," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look at you, all high and mighty in your fancy villa. You're no longer that pitiful little orphan who was always shoved aside." His face contorted with jealousy and loathing. "Tell me, how many nights did you spend with Mr. Lloyd to get this place, huh? You're disgusting. Do you think you can erase your past just because you turned me into a lunatic?" His voice grew shrill, his eyes wild. "I want everyone to know you're not some glamorous, successful woman. Deep down, you're still just a worthless orphan. You're not even fit to shine my shoes!"

Before he could continue, Allison hurled him back to the floor. Her movements were swift and precise. She landed a solid punch to his shoulder, then flipped him over with a perfect over-the-shoulder throw. The impact was brutal; two of his ribs cracked audibly. Devin gasped, his vision blurring from the pain. "Y-You bitch! Ahhh!" he screamed as she stomped on his shoulder, pinning him effortlessly.

Drawing a knife, she pressed it to his skin, her eyes narrowing with cold determination. "Killing you here would be messy… and annoying to clean up. I warned you not to provoke me. I told you that next time we met, I wouldn't be so forgiving."

Devin's eyes widened in shock, but despite the pain, he smirked. "Why shouldn't I provoke you?" he spat, his voice thick with resentment. "We both came from the same orphanage. Why do you get to live in luxury while I'm left with nothing? If you'd just followed me like you were supposed to, none of this would be happening."

Devin's shameless rant continued. He would never change; blaming others was easier than confronting his own failures. Allison raised the knife, ready to end his life, but a wave of weakness washed over her. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled back, the knife slipping from her grasp.

"You… you drugged me," she muttered, dizziness overwhelming her. "Damn it." She had grown too complacent. She hadn't noticed him drugging her.

"Of course I did," Devin sneered, blood trickling down his chin as he gingerly shifted his broken ribs. "Did you think you were the only one who could play with chemicals? I spread a powerful sedative at the entrance. Impressive that you lasted this long. But it looks like it's finally doing its job." He spat out blood and teeth. His jaw ached, and he was sure she'd broken some bones, but it was worth it. He'd bought enough time for the drugs to take effect. "You thought you could kill me that easily?" he taunted. "Now, it's my turn to make you suffer."

When Allison regained consciousness, she was bound to a chair in an abandoned building. Her gaze fell on Melany, nearby, also tied up and sobbing uncontrollably. Her cries were nearly incoherent from fear. Devin stood before them, looking deranged, toying with his phone. His eyes were wild with excitement, and his smile unsettling.

"Since you both treated me like trash and humiliated me, it's time to repay the favor," he growled. With a triumphant flourish, he started a livestream, his grin widening as he focused on the camera. "The show's about to begin. Let's see who'll be the first to beg for mercy. Any bets on which one dies first?" He laughed maniacally, his voice echoing.

Devin fumed, recalling the humiliations he'd endured: the finger Allison had cut off, the ribs she'd broken, and whatever slight Melany had dealt him. "I can't wait to see if your precious Mr. Lloyd or Colton will risk everything to save you."