Private Service at 30,000 Feet - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Dominic Valentine's face drained of color in an instant—clearly, he hadn't seen this coming.
Seizing the moment, I gathered the last of my strength and threw myself at him, slamming my body into his.
Caught off guard, Dominic stumbled, and we both crashed to the floor in a tangled heap.
Then—the wail of police sirens cut through the air.
Dominic thrashed wildly, but it was over.
Cops stormed in, wrestling him down in seconds. His manic laughter was silenced by the cold snap of handcuffs.
Relief flooded through me. Even through the pain, I knew it had been worth it.
The hospital rushed me into emergency treatment.
As I slowly healed, Margaret Windsor only visited once—too busy pressing charges.
I thought it was finally over.
Then came the news: Dominic had escaped.
The day before my discharge, I'd just finished an IV drip and was drifting off when the door creaked open.
I tried to sit up—but a hand clamped around my throat.
"Found you, Annie Langley!" His breath was hot against my ear. "If I'm going down, you're coming with me!"
A knife glinted in his grip.
"Wait! Dominic—there's another way!"
Playing along, I reached under my pillow and pulled out a folder, keeping my movements slow under his glare.
"Proof your wife cheated. With the right lawyer, you could win this."
Madness flickered in his eyes, but his grip wavered. "You expect me to believe you now?"
I forced calm into my voice. "Violence won't fix anything. Just look at the documents."
Gasping for air, I spotted the emergency button on the nightstand.
Dominic hesitated, flipping through the file with one hand still on me. His laughter turned jagged. "I knew it! That bitch deserves this too!"
I inched my hand toward the button—
Pressed it hard.
"See? She's not innocent. I can help you!"
My fingers curled around the glass of water beside me.
Dominic's eyes darted across the pages, his breathing erratic.
"Hahaha! She's ruined! Just like me!"
With every ounce of strength, I smashed the glass against his skull.
He reeled back, grip loosening—I broke free and screamed, "HELP! DOMINIC'S HERE!"
Security and staff burst in, tackling him to the ground.
Leaning against the wall, I gulped air, heart hammering.
I'd known he'd come for me.
Margaret had warned me—Dominic was a coward with ambition. With her blessing, I'd prepared fake evidence.
First, to protect myself. Second, to buy time.
When Margaret heard he'd been caught again, she rushed in, frantic. I shook my head weakly—
But she pulled me into a crushing hug, sobbing.
"Margaret… he's locked up for good now, right?"
"Annie, you idiot!" Her voice cracked. "Why didn't you call the police? Why risk yourself—?"
I froze. Tried to wipe her tears, but my arm wouldn't move.
The room tilted.
Tears spilled over as my vision blurred.
Margaret screamed, "DOCTOR! NOW!"
I collapsed, hand pressed to my stomach—where blood seeped through the bandages.
When I'd lunged at him earlier, Dominic had still managed to stab me.
No matter. Just one more charge against him.
Seizing the moment, I gathered the last of my strength and threw myself at him, slamming my body into his.
Caught off guard, Dominic stumbled, and we both crashed to the floor in a tangled heap.
Then—the wail of police sirens cut through the air.
Dominic thrashed wildly, but it was over.
Cops stormed in, wrestling him down in seconds. His manic laughter was silenced by the cold snap of handcuffs.
Relief flooded through me. Even through the pain, I knew it had been worth it.
The hospital rushed me into emergency treatment.
As I slowly healed, Margaret Windsor only visited once—too busy pressing charges.
I thought it was finally over.
Then came the news: Dominic had escaped.
The day before my discharge, I'd just finished an IV drip and was drifting off when the door creaked open.
I tried to sit up—but a hand clamped around my throat.
"Found you, Annie Langley!" His breath was hot against my ear. "If I'm going down, you're coming with me!"
A knife glinted in his grip.
"Wait! Dominic—there's another way!"
Playing along, I reached under my pillow and pulled out a folder, keeping my movements slow under his glare.
"Proof your wife cheated. With the right lawyer, you could win this."
Madness flickered in his eyes, but his grip wavered. "You expect me to believe you now?"
I forced calm into my voice. "Violence won't fix anything. Just look at the documents."
Gasping for air, I spotted the emergency button on the nightstand.
Dominic hesitated, flipping through the file with one hand still on me. His laughter turned jagged. "I knew it! That bitch deserves this too!"
I inched my hand toward the button—
Pressed it hard.
"See? She's not innocent. I can help you!"
My fingers curled around the glass of water beside me.
Dominic's eyes darted across the pages, his breathing erratic.
"Hahaha! She's ruined! Just like me!"
With every ounce of strength, I smashed the glass against his skull.
He reeled back, grip loosening—I broke free and screamed, "HELP! DOMINIC'S HERE!"
Security and staff burst in, tackling him to the ground.
Leaning against the wall, I gulped air, heart hammering.
I'd known he'd come for me.
Margaret had warned me—Dominic was a coward with ambition. With her blessing, I'd prepared fake evidence.
First, to protect myself. Second, to buy time.
When Margaret heard he'd been caught again, she rushed in, frantic. I shook my head weakly—
But she pulled me into a crushing hug, sobbing.
"Margaret… he's locked up for good now, right?"
"Annie, you idiot!" Her voice cracked. "Why didn't you call the police? Why risk yourself—?"
I froze. Tried to wipe her tears, but my arm wouldn't move.
The room tilted.
Tears spilled over as my vision blurred.
Margaret screamed, "DOCTOR! NOW!"
I collapsed, hand pressed to my stomach—where blood seeped through the bandages.
When I'd lunged at him earlier, Dominic had still managed to stab me.
No matter. Just one more charge against him.
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