Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 123: Chapter 123

"Remember Madeline?" I said. "That poor woman killed by her husband? Do you remember how your best friend died? You're making the same mistakes as her."
I couldn't hold my feelings in anymore. Tears ran down my face.
Elena stiffened. "Why do I feel like I know you? Do you know Madeline too?"
I said, "I don't know her. But I know her ex-husband is a heartless jerk. Men will sacrifice women to get what they want. And women? They throw themselves away for men.
"I'm here to talk to you. If Richard came instead, you might not see tomorrow. Don't think I'm making this up. You're just a pawn to him.
"Leave him. Go far away. Never get in touch with him again. Otherwise, you'll end up worse than Madeline."
I took a card out of my bag. Delilah had given it to me. I was just passing it on.
"This has 700 thousand dollars," I said. "Mrs. Delilah Knight wants you to have it as compensation. Take it."
Elena jumped back like the card burned her, tossing it aside. "I don't want it. I don't want compensation. I want Richie. Tell Richie to come see me."
She wouldn't listen to any of it. Even mentioning Madeline did no good. She was dead set on finding Richard, and getting more worked up by the minute.
I could tell something was wrong with her. I wanted to take her to the hospital. But as soon as I said it, she blew up. "Katherine, that's too much. You can't buy me, so you want to hurt me? I'm not sick. I don't need a check-up."
With that, she grabbed the coffee pot off the table and smashed it hard against my head.
When I woke up, I was sitting in a chair. My arms were tied behind my back to the chair. Tablecloths had been torn into strips to tie me up. I tried to move, but the knots were tight. I couldn't budge.
My head hurt, but it had been bandaged up.
A new handkerchief was stuffed in my mouth. I couldn't make a sound, but at least it didn't feel too bad since it was fresh.
Elena had her back to me, dialing a number over and over. She was anxious, hitting redial nonstop while talking to herself, "Why aren't you answering? Richie, come on, pick up. I've got Katherine. If you don't, I'll kill her. Let's see how you explain that to Mason."
I noticed a broken phone in the corner. And the one she was using? It looked like mine.
From how things stood, Richard must already know Elena had kidnapped me. And the stuff she was muttering—she'd definitely said it to him before.
I was beyond tears. Richard'd love it if she killed me. What would he need to explain? In the end, she'd be the one in jail.
Elena was stubborn. As long as Richard didn't answer, she'd keep calling. At this rate, the phone would die soon.
Mason never called me during the day. By the time he noticed I was not home, it'd be dark. Stuck with Elena all day? Would I even survive that?
No. I had to save myself. My body was tied, but my eyes could move. First, I scanned the room.
One table, two chairs. The window was closed, so climbing out would be hard. Even if it wasn't, I couldn't. We were on the fifth floor. Jumping would kill me or leave me crippled.
The door was locked from the inside. If I moved the chair, she'd hear me for sure.
Forget trying to quietly untie the ropes. Elena's grandpa was a butcher. He was amazing at tying up livestock, and he taught her everything.
The knots she tied? Not even animals could get loose. I didn't stand a chance. But I couldn't just sit here without doing anything. What else could I do?