My Boss's Bali Massage Trap - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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My eyelids fluttered open to the sterile white ceiling of a hospital room. The first thing I saw was Ryan—my husband—sitting beside me, his face etched with exhaustion and relief. Then I noticed Olivia Langley, Vincent Lowell's former assistant, standing near the window, her eyes swollen and red.
As soon as I was coherent enough, they filled me in on everything.
Eight years ago, Vincent and his fiancée, Isabella Roland, had taken a romantic getaway to Bali. But their vacation turned into a nightmare when they were ambushed by a group of armed men. Vincent fought back—big mistake. The attackers beat him unconscious and left Isabella dead, her eyes brutally ripped out.
When Vincent woke up in the morgue and saw what they'd done to her, something inside him shattered.
The criminals were eventually caught and prosecuted, but it didn't matter. The damage was done. Vincent was never the same. The nightmares started soon after—visions of Isabella, whispering to him, demanding his eyes.
Desperate for relief, he became fixated on finding a pair of eyes like hers.
Five years ago, he met Natalie Rubenstein. Her left eye was a near-perfect match. Vincent played the long game, gaining her trust before luring her to Bali under false pretenses. Then he killed her.
Natalie was reported missing, but her family always suspected Vincent. Her younger sister, Olivia, spent years getting close to him, digging for answers.
Then, while working a case, Olivia stumbled onto Vincent's disturbing research—on me. Because my right eye? It was a dead ringer for Isabella's.
Olivia reached out to Ryan—who, as it turned out, had once dated Natalie. Together, they tracked Vincent, gathering evidence. They kept me in the dark intentionally, hoping to push him into making a mistake.
And it worked.
The police showed up just as Vincent was about to inject me with whatever nightmare drug he had in that syringe.
By the time they finished explaining, tears were streaming down my face.
All this time, I'd convinced myself Ryan didn't love me. But the truth? He was a good man. He'd played along with this twisted plan to get justice for Natalie—and to protect me.
Vincent didn't survive. The police shot him in the basement, and he bled out before help could arrive.
Later, Olivia arranged for Natalie's remains to be cremated and brought home. Finally, after all these years, she had closure.
And so did we.
As soon as I was coherent enough, they filled me in on everything.
Eight years ago, Vincent and his fiancée, Isabella Roland, had taken a romantic getaway to Bali. But their vacation turned into a nightmare when they were ambushed by a group of armed men. Vincent fought back—big mistake. The attackers beat him unconscious and left Isabella dead, her eyes brutally ripped out.
When Vincent woke up in the morgue and saw what they'd done to her, something inside him shattered.
The criminals were eventually caught and prosecuted, but it didn't matter. The damage was done. Vincent was never the same. The nightmares started soon after—visions of Isabella, whispering to him, demanding his eyes.
Desperate for relief, he became fixated on finding a pair of eyes like hers.
Five years ago, he met Natalie Rubenstein. Her left eye was a near-perfect match. Vincent played the long game, gaining her trust before luring her to Bali under false pretenses. Then he killed her.
Natalie was reported missing, but her family always suspected Vincent. Her younger sister, Olivia, spent years getting close to him, digging for answers.
Then, while working a case, Olivia stumbled onto Vincent's disturbing research—on me. Because my right eye? It was a dead ringer for Isabella's.
Olivia reached out to Ryan—who, as it turned out, had once dated Natalie. Together, they tracked Vincent, gathering evidence. They kept me in the dark intentionally, hoping to push him into making a mistake.
And it worked.
The police showed up just as Vincent was about to inject me with whatever nightmare drug he had in that syringe.
By the time they finished explaining, tears were streaming down my face.
All this time, I'd convinced myself Ryan didn't love me. But the truth? He was a good man. He'd played along with this twisted plan to get justice for Natalie—and to protect me.
Vincent didn't survive. The police shot him in the basement, and he bled out before help could arrive.
Later, Olivia arranged for Natalie's remains to be cremated and brought home. Finally, after all these years, she had closure.
And so did we.
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