Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 99: Chapter 99
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The circle tightened after this sentence. They accused me:
"You're twisted!"
"Jealous because she's prettier!"
I glared. "Let me go, or I'm calling the police!"
Amelia Clarke and Harper Brooks seized my arms like I was a criminal.
I shouted for help as airport staff approached.
Someone clamped over my mouth.
"Just playing around!" they told the staff, dragging me away.
Vivian's phone buzzed.
Her eyes lit up. "My prince's ten Maybachs are here! Let's go!"
Excited murmurs rose. Amelia and Harper hesitated.
"What about Jessica?"
"She'll wreck everything!"
Vivian clapped. "Lock her in a restroom stall!"
Fear shot through me. "Vivian, please! I swear I won't call anyone!"
Ignoring me, she ordered them to tie my hands with twisted scarves.
They hauled me to a restroom, shoved me into the last stall, and slammed my head against the toilet.
Pain exploded.
"This is a crime!" I choked out.
Vivian slapped me. "Shut her up!"
Luna Patel yanked off her stockings—stale and sour—and gagged me.
Tears burned as I retched.
One girl whispered, "What if no one finds her?"
Vivian shrugged. "This is Dubai International! Someone will."
Another text buzzed. "Prince is waiting! Move!"
They fled.
I threw my body against the door.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps returned. My blood froze seeing Vivian. She held a potted plant.
"Knew you'd try something."
It crashed onto my skull. Warm blood soaked my shirt before darkness swallowed me.
Alone.
No phone.
No passport.
Beaten in a foreign bathroom. I thought I'd died again.
Then I heard my parents' voices.
"Jessica! Thank God!" Mom wept.
After my childhood kidnapping trauma, they'd sewn GPS trackers into my clothes. They'd flown here when I didn't answer calls.
"You were covered in blood…" Mom trembled. The head wound looked worse than it was.
Ten hours had passed. Dad slammed a cup when I explained.
"After all you did for them! We're suing!"
I shook my head, borrowing Mom's phone to call mine.
No answer. Then it powered off.
"Don't bother," I smiled coldly. "They won't be coming back."
We flew home the next day. A mob waited at our door—Vivian's mother, leading angry parents.
"Where's my daughter?!"
"Why are you alone?!"
I kept calm. "They're probably attending Vivian's royal wedding."
"You're twisted!"
"Jealous because she's prettier!"
I glared. "Let me go, or I'm calling the police!"
Amelia Clarke and Harper Brooks seized my arms like I was a criminal.
I shouted for help as airport staff approached.
Someone clamped over my mouth.
"Just playing around!" they told the staff, dragging me away.
Vivian's phone buzzed.
Her eyes lit up. "My prince's ten Maybachs are here! Let's go!"
Excited murmurs rose. Amelia and Harper hesitated.
"What about Jessica?"
"She'll wreck everything!"
Vivian clapped. "Lock her in a restroom stall!"
Fear shot through me. "Vivian, please! I swear I won't call anyone!"
Ignoring me, she ordered them to tie my hands with twisted scarves.
They hauled me to a restroom, shoved me into the last stall, and slammed my head against the toilet.
Pain exploded.
"This is a crime!" I choked out.
Vivian slapped me. "Shut her up!"
Luna Patel yanked off her stockings—stale and sour—and gagged me.
Tears burned as I retched.
One girl whispered, "What if no one finds her?"
Vivian shrugged. "This is Dubai International! Someone will."
Another text buzzed. "Prince is waiting! Move!"
They fled.
I threw my body against the door.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Footsteps returned. My blood froze seeing Vivian. She held a potted plant.
"Knew you'd try something."
It crashed onto my skull. Warm blood soaked my shirt before darkness swallowed me.
Alone.
No phone.
No passport.
Beaten in a foreign bathroom. I thought I'd died again.
Then I heard my parents' voices.
"Jessica! Thank God!" Mom wept.
After my childhood kidnapping trauma, they'd sewn GPS trackers into my clothes. They'd flown here when I didn't answer calls.
"You were covered in blood…" Mom trembled. The head wound looked worse than it was.
Ten hours had passed. Dad slammed a cup when I explained.
"After all you did for them! We're suing!"
I shook my head, borrowing Mom's phone to call mine.
No answer. Then it powered off.
"Don't bother," I smiled coldly. "They won't be coming back."
We flew home the next day. A mob waited at our door—Vivian's mother, leading angry parents.
"Where's my daughter?!"
"Why are you alone?!"
I kept calm. "They're probably attending Vivian's royal wedding."
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