CHAPTER 129

CHARLOTTE'S POV

I was losing blood rapidly and I knew it. My vision started getting hazy but I tried my best to stay awake. I didn’t know what this psycho would do to me the moment I got unconscious.

“Should I give you a cut on your face too? No, that'd damage your beauty.” He said to himself as he paced in front of me, a calculative and thoughtful expression on his face.

I immediately shook my head in response. Please, don't use that thing on me again, especially not on my face, I pleaded inside of me.

“But then… If I applied a few scars on your face, Owen would no longer find you attractive and he'd abandon you because you'd be ugly. That way, I'll have you all to myself. Isn't that a great idea?” He turned to look at me as he pointed the knife to my face.

“Michael, please, you can't do this!” I yelled and he laughed out loud.

“Yes, I can!” He shouted at the top of his voice as he moved the knife to my face and I flinched in horror. Just as the knife touched my face, a figure walked