The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 215: [ Volume 1] Chaper 215- Choice

I wonder if she felt even a fraction of the fear I felt when she grabbed me like that. I wonder if she finally understood who she was dealing with. And you know what happened next, don’t you?"

Second Aunt paused for a minute, and an angry expression formed on her face.

"I knew that beast was protecting her. But who would have thought? Fifteen people—yes, fifteen! Count them—fifteen, all involved. But that beast, she won, thanks to it. But you want to know what happened next? Just as she was about to strike the last person and escape, I stepped in front of her. Only one video, just one, was enough to make her feast on pain, to drain her energy away. There I stood, gun in hand. And when she saw that gun, do you know what she did?

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The night was suffocatingly dark as I stood on the mountain road, the chilling wind whipping around me. A single car idled nearby, with three more lined up behind it, their headlights casting eerie shadows. Some women lay sprawled on the ground, their fates uncertain, while a woman in a sharp suit stood defiantly, exuding authority. In the shadows of the car behind her sat a man, watching silently.

In front of her stood my second aunt, a youthful fire burning in her eyes as she gripped her gun. The woman across from her looked unimpressed, a smirk creeping onto her lips. "Ha! Do you really think your gun can stop me?" she taunted, shaking her head as if dismissing a child’s threat.

But then, with an audacious flourish, she pulled out her phone and pressed play. The atmosphere thickened with anticipation, and I could feel the tension crackling in the air. As the video flickered to life, the woman’s expression froze, her confidence collapsing under the weight of what she saw.

The screen revealed a group of teenagers, clad in pajamas, laughing and feasting on food, blissfully unaware of the danger surrounding them. But behind them, two women smiled at the camera, guns in hand, their grins disturbingly bright against the backdrop of impending doom.

The woman’s face drained of color, her eyes widening in horror. "No," she whispered, the sound barely escaping her lips.

My second aunt smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Come on, sister. Do you really think I can’t do it?"

"Are you crazy? They are your nephews!" the woman shouted, her voice cracking with urgency. The words hung in the air, heavy with disbelief and desperation.

Second Auntie’s laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, reverberating off the darkened surroundings. "Ha ha ha! Nephews? When you’re not my sister, how can they be my nephews, huh?" Her eyes sparkled with a manic delight, as if the very idea amused her to no end.

The woman’s heart raced as apprehension crept in. She took a cautious step back, instinctively raising her hands in a placating gesture. "Listen. Please. Just calm down," she urged, her voice trembling. "What do you want? You want the properties, right? I’ll resign everything—my company, all of it. Just please, don’t touch my children!"

Second Auntie’s expression shifted slightly, a predatory smile creeping onto her lips as she regarded her. "Property?" she echoed, a low chuckle escaping her. "You think you’re doing me a favor by leaving it in my name? I don’t want it."

As she spoke, the atmosphere thickened with tension, and the video continued to play on her phone. It flickered to life, revealing two women pulling their guns, the metal gleaming ominously under the faint light. In stark contrast, the children sat at a table nearby, blissfully unaware, their faces alight with joy as they ate and laughed, the sounds of innocence echoing in the oppressive night.

The woman felt her heart drop, a sense of dread washing over her. She was frozen in place, her body turning into a pillar of fear as the realization settled in. "Stop it! Are you crazy?" she cried out, her voice rising in panic. The world around her blurred as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

Second Auntie’s smile widened, a glint of madness dancing in her eyes. "Of course I’m crazy! You’re the one who made me this way." Her voice dripped with disdain, as if relishing the chaos unfurling around them.

"What the hell do you want?" the woman shouted, desperation clawing at her throat. "Just say it! Don’t touch my children! Please, don’t touch my children!" Her words poured out in a frantic rush, each one tinged with a raw, pleading urgency.

As she shouted, the air crackled with tension, and Second Auntie’s expression shifted subtly, as if she had finally gotten what she wanted. The twisted delight in her smile deepened, a satisfied glimmer in her eyes that sent chills down the woman’s spine.

The woman’s heart raced as she took in the gravity of the situation. Every instinct screamed at her to protect her children, who sat at the table, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing just a few feet away. Laughter echoed from their direction, a sound that felt like a cruel taunt against the nightmare unfolding.

"Please, you have to understand," she implored, her voice shaky as she stepped closer. "This isn’t just about the company. It’s about their lives! I’ll do anything—just don’t hurt them."

Second Auntie let out a harsh laugh, the sound slicing through the tension. "Oh, anything at all? How clever," she smirked, her voice oozing with irony. "But guess what? You’ve already done a bang-up job of hurting me by locking them away from me." Her eyes danced with a sinister glee, as if she thrived on the influence she held over her opponent.

"Keeping them from you?" the woman repeated, disbelief morphing into anger. "You don’t care about them! You’re just using them to get back at me!" The accusation spilled out, fueled by desperation.

"Maybe," Second Auntie mused, her tone casual, as if they were discussing the weather. "But it’s too late for you to play the victim here. You made your choices, and now I’m making mine."