After the discussion, Amethyst continued to pretend. She shuts herself in her room and never goes out. He couldn't lock the door to his room because it would only strengthen Jonathan's suspicion. For Amethyst, if Jonathan comes in, she doesn't need to knock on or destroy the door.At midnight, Amethyst sat at her own desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed out a message in code. He can't take it any longer because if Jonathan finds out that Nightmare is missing, something bad will happen. The room was dimly lit, with the only sound being the faint hum of the computer, AC, and her own steady breathing. Amethyst isn't afraid to send code to Venna because she knows that she can delete traces that Jonathan's hackers can't get or restore.They aren't that great after all.She continued encoding the details from Jonathan's meeting, specifying the plan to use me, Nightmare, as a decoy. However, they could use another woman to pretend to be Nightmare and kill those people who want
Venna and Maureen sat side by side in their small, dimly lit office, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. The message from Amethyst had just appeared, and both women felt a shiver run down their spines as they read it.Venna broke the silence first. "This isn't good. She's in more danger than we thought."Maureen nodded, her expression tense. "We need to move quickly. She wouldn't ask for this if it wasn't urgent."Without wasting another moment, they began to plan. Venna took charge of the logistics, arranging safehouses and coordinating with trusted contacts who could move discreetly. Maureen focused on the execution, mapping out routes, and ensuring they had everything they needed for a swift and silent operation."Let's go," Maureen said, standing up and grabbing her coat. "We don't have much time."The journey to find Amethyst's mother and aunt was fraught with tension. They moved like shadows, careful to avoid any attention. They navigated through alleyways and back roads, using
"Please, no!" Amethyst's voice trembled as she backed away from Jonathan, her eyes wide with fear. They were in the dimly lit storage room of the college library, a place rarely visited after hours. Her hands clutched at the doorframe, trying to find leverage against his advancing form. "You should have known better than to mess with me," Jonathan growled, his voice low and menacing. His grip was firm as he yanked her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. The echo of the metal latch resonating through the small space sent a chill down her spine. Amethyst struggled against him, her tears mixing with the dust on the old wooden shelves. "I didn't mean to, I swear! Let me go, please!" But Jonathan's expression remained cold, devoid of empathy. "Too late for that now," he said, his tone dismissive. He pushed her against a stack of old textbooks, their spines cracking under the sudden pressure. She cried out, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over her mouth. "Scream
The room was dark, with shadows cast long and foreboding by the single dim light that flickered weakly. The heavy scent of sweat and stale cigars hung in the air, mingling with the sickeningly sweet aroma of cheap cologne. The door creaked open, and Jonathan and his five men stepped out, leaving Amethyst behind. Amethyst lay on the cold, hard floor, her body aching and bruised, every inch of her feeling violated. Her clothes were torn and scattered, a silent testament to the brutality she had endured. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her vision blurred by tears she refused to shed. Inside, she was crumbling, her mind a whirlwind of self-recrimination and despair. "Why?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "Why did I let this happen?" Memories of her training, of her strength and resilience, flashed through her mind. She had always been so strong and unyie
Venna stared at her screen, eyes wide with disbelief, as L.K.’s urgent message flashed before her. "Amethyst caught," it read. Her heart sank, realizing the gravity of the situation. Amethyst knew this was coming. That’s why she sent her mother and aunt to safety. "Maureen," she called, her voice tight with urgency. Maureen, who was working on a nearby terminal, looked up, her face immediately mirroring Venna’s concern. "What is it?" Maureen asked, moving to Venna's side. Venna pointed at the message. "It’s from L.K. Amethyst; she has been caught. She knew this was going to happen. That’s why she sent her family away." Maureen's face hardened. "We need to inform Dylan immediately." Venna nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she sent a secure message to Dylan. Within moments, Dylan’s response came through, terse and filled with resolve. "We attack now." On Dylan's end, the decision was already made. The plan was set in motion. He looked around at his gathered lieutena
If you look at Jonathan's entire mansion, it shows its destruction. Some expensive items were broken, and some furniture worth millions was wasted. Anyway, Dylan didn't care about it. All that was on his mind was to save Amethyst. Meanwhile, some of his staff are regretting it because they can benefit others if they sell.Of course, they are still in the right frame of mind to not use things that their opponent has outgrown. However, they wanted to sell it so that they could have extra money.In one part of the mansion, the dim light of the burning mansion cast flickering shadows on the walls. It's obvious that Dylan has no intention of leaving anything in the mansion. It is also said that Dylan asked some of his subordinates to go and retrieve some important documents in Jonathan's office that Jonathan did not find. And of course, it was led by L.K., the strongest spy of the La Xiena Mafia inside the La Victima Mafia.Dylan was standing in a corner. Dust and smoke filled the air, and
Dylan stared for a few moments at the lifeless bodies of Jonathan and the woman who died for him. Both of them lay crumpled on the floor, but Dylan had no intention of changing his position. Dylan only stood in front of them with a sneer on his lips. Even though he didn't feel like winning, he still couldn't help but be sneered at.Jonathan's face, once twisted in anger, is now frozen in shock and pain. Of course, Dylan didn't give him a chance to recover from his emotions. Miranda's face, however, looked soft and as if it were ready to die."Pathetic," Dylan muttered, shaking his head and mockingly looking at them. He knows that he has also committed many sins, but these two people are much worse than him. That is what he thinks. "He loved her enough to let her die for him, but he still married another woman." Dylan shook his head and then looked emotionlessly at the two bodies lying on the floor. "No respect at all."Dylan ignored it and started walking away from Jonathan's corpse.
Two weeks.Two weeks passed, and Amethyst's situation was still the same; nothing had changed. She was still trapped in her own world. The other one of the doctors, if there is anything that can bring him back to reality, is if he is heard or given what he wants. But no one knows it.For two weeks, the only thing sustaining nutrients in Amethyst's body were the IV drips. Amethyst has lost weight, and her face can no longer look like it used to. He changed too much.Her once vibrant presence that could bring energy to everyone was like a bubble that suddenly disappeared; it was now a ghostly shell. If you look at it, when his eyes are closed because they don't respond, he looks like he's comatose. If it was open, her eyes stared vacantly into the distance, as if her mind were traveling as far as her eyes. Unseeing and unresponsive.When Nancy and Alice found out what happened to Amethyst, when they were able to leave their hiding place, they i