$300K Blackmail Lesson of My Bestie's Father - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Dad, what is that smell?"
Ryan froze mid-step, his nose wrinkling as he caught a strange scent in the air.
Vincent smirked, looking far too pleased with himself.
"What else could it be? It's Emily's perfume, obviously... Wait—" Ryan's expression darkened. "Why do I smell smoke?"
The acrid stench grew stronger by the second, thickening the air.
Vincent's smile vanished. His eyes darted around before realization struck.
"Shit! There's a fire somewhere!" Ryan bolted upright, already moving.
Vincent shot me a sharp glare but had no choice—he followed Ryan out the door.
This was my chance.
I scrambled into my clothes, my fingers trembling as I yanked them on. The exit was close—too close to hesitate. I lunged for the door and burst outside, gulping in the cool night air.
But my relief was short-lived.
The villa sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by empty roads and silence. No cars. No people. Just darkness stretching in every direction.
How the hell was I supposed to get out of here?
Running back to the city on foot was impossible—I'd never make it before sunrise.
Panic clawed at my throat. I thought of calling my boyfriend, but—damn it—my phone was still inside.
Going back for it wasn't an option. Not with Ryan and Vincent upstairs, probably already putting out the fire. And once they finished...
No.
I clenched my fists and forced my legs forward.
Even if I had to sleep on the side of the road, it was better than staying in that house. Better than enduring whatever twisted game they were playing.
I hadn't gone far when footsteps pounded behind me.
My blood turned to ice.
I whipped around, searching for cover—but the road was bare. Nowhere to hide.
So I ran.
It was useless. Within seconds, a hand clamped around my arm, yanking me to a stop.
I spun around—Ryan stood there, alone, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
Defeat crashed over me. I braced myself, waiting for the inevitable.
But instead of dragging me back, Ryan... laughed.
A real, startled laugh.
"Relax, Emily," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not taking you back."
I blinked. "What?"
He guided me to the roadside, sitting me down gently. Moonlight spilled over him, softening his edges. When he looked at me, his eyes were almost... sad.
"The drowning classmate? That was a distraction. The fire? I set it." He exhaled sharply. "I've been trying to get you out of there this whole time."
My mouth fell open.
Ryan's smile twisted bitterly. "You thought I wanted to... be like him, didn't you?"
I had.
"My father's a monster," he spat, anger flashing across his face. "He sells women to his clients. I've always hated it—but I never thought he'd go after you."
His hands clenched into fists.
"When you didn't come back from the bathroom, I knew something was wrong. That's why I had my friend fake the drowning. But by then..." His voice cracked. "You were already drugged."
The truth hit me like a punch to the gut.
The drowning. The fire.
All of it—Ryan's desperate attempts to set me free.
Ryan froze mid-step, his nose wrinkling as he caught a strange scent in the air.
Vincent smirked, looking far too pleased with himself.
"What else could it be? It's Emily's perfume, obviously... Wait—" Ryan's expression darkened. "Why do I smell smoke?"
The acrid stench grew stronger by the second, thickening the air.
Vincent's smile vanished. His eyes darted around before realization struck.
"Shit! There's a fire somewhere!" Ryan bolted upright, already moving.
Vincent shot me a sharp glare but had no choice—he followed Ryan out the door.
This was my chance.
I scrambled into my clothes, my fingers trembling as I yanked them on. The exit was close—too close to hesitate. I lunged for the door and burst outside, gulping in the cool night air.
But my relief was short-lived.
The villa sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by empty roads and silence. No cars. No people. Just darkness stretching in every direction.
How the hell was I supposed to get out of here?
Running back to the city on foot was impossible—I'd never make it before sunrise.
Panic clawed at my throat. I thought of calling my boyfriend, but—damn it—my phone was still inside.
Going back for it wasn't an option. Not with Ryan and Vincent upstairs, probably already putting out the fire. And once they finished...
No.
I clenched my fists and forced my legs forward.
Even if I had to sleep on the side of the road, it was better than staying in that house. Better than enduring whatever twisted game they were playing.
I hadn't gone far when footsteps pounded behind me.
My blood turned to ice.
I whipped around, searching for cover—but the road was bare. Nowhere to hide.
So I ran.
It was useless. Within seconds, a hand clamped around my arm, yanking me to a stop.
I spun around—Ryan stood there, alone, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
Defeat crashed over me. I braced myself, waiting for the inevitable.
But instead of dragging me back, Ryan... laughed.
A real, startled laugh.
"Relax, Emily," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not taking you back."
I blinked. "What?"
He guided me to the roadside, sitting me down gently. Moonlight spilled over him, softening his edges. When he looked at me, his eyes were almost... sad.
"The drowning classmate? That was a distraction. The fire? I set it." He exhaled sharply. "I've been trying to get you out of there this whole time."
My mouth fell open.
Ryan's smile twisted bitterly. "You thought I wanted to... be like him, didn't you?"
I had.
"My father's a monster," he spat, anger flashing across his face. "He sells women to his clients. I've always hated it—but I never thought he'd go after you."
His hands clenched into fists.
"When you didn't come back from the bathroom, I knew something was wrong. That's why I had my friend fake the drowning. But by then..." His voice cracked. "You were already drugged."
The truth hit me like a punch to the gut.
The drowning. The fire.
All of it—Ryan's desperate attempts to set me free.
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