Reborn, I Let the Queen Bee Chase Her UAE Princess Dream - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Evidence crushed every accusation against me.
Meanwhile, Vivian and the five survivors faced a ring of furious parents, demanding answers, and compensation.
Cornered, the four girls cracked, revealing a new horror:
The scammers originally demanded $350,000 per hostage for release.
Impossible for average families.
So Vivian hatched a plan: collect $140,000 first to free ten girls.
Those ten would "alert police to rescue the rest."
But the scammers, smelling desperation, kept raising demands.
In the end, Vivian's group used all funds to save only themselves.
Parents who'd bankrupted themselves for daughters already dead
learned their "rescue money" bought others' freedom.
Their grief curdled into rage.
The scene turned uglier than my beating. Police couldn't hold them back.
Vivian screamed as blows rained,
"Your daughters CHOSE this! I'm a VICTIM!"
Her cries soon choked into silence.
Backup police arrived.
Arrests were made.
Vivian and the five lay crumpled on the ground,
barely recognizable.
Someone checked Vivian's pulse.
Faint, but there.
Another called 911.
As we waited for ambulances,
Vivian was left on the pavement.
No one offered comfort.
In the ambulance, Vivian lay strapped to a gurney;
I sat beside her.
Her eyes snapped open mid-transit.
She scanned the compartment. Then lunged at me with feral strength, pinning me to the floor.
"You're STILL alive?!" she rasped.
"This is YOUR fault! You should die! I should've killed you properly!"
Paramedics pulled her off.
As they dragged her away, Vivian hissed,
"This isn't over."
Rubbing my bruised neck, a chilling realization hit:
That look in her eyes, identical to when she murdered me last life.
Had Vivian… also reborn?
News soon confirmed it.
Vivian had gone insane, raving about "never killing Jessica" and "never going to Dubai."
Deemed unfit for trial, she was committed to a psychiatric ward.
Weeks later, she died there.
First, a female patient gouged out her eyes.
After a room transfer, someone stabbed her lower body, leaving her to bleed out on the floor.
The news made me shudder.
Perhaps poetic justice.
Maybe heaven's judgment.
The four survivors received prison sentences.
Bright futures snuffed out.
Meanwhile, Vivian and the five survivors faced a ring of furious parents, demanding answers, and compensation.
Cornered, the four girls cracked, revealing a new horror:
The scammers originally demanded $350,000 per hostage for release.
Impossible for average families.
So Vivian hatched a plan: collect $140,000 first to free ten girls.
Those ten would "alert police to rescue the rest."
But the scammers, smelling desperation, kept raising demands.
In the end, Vivian's group used all funds to save only themselves.
Parents who'd bankrupted themselves for daughters already dead
learned their "rescue money" bought others' freedom.
Their grief curdled into rage.
The scene turned uglier than my beating. Police couldn't hold them back.
Vivian screamed as blows rained,
"Your daughters CHOSE this! I'm a VICTIM!"
Her cries soon choked into silence.
Backup police arrived.
Arrests were made.
Vivian and the five lay crumpled on the ground,
barely recognizable.
Someone checked Vivian's pulse.
Faint, but there.
Another called 911.
As we waited for ambulances,
Vivian was left on the pavement.
No one offered comfort.
In the ambulance, Vivian lay strapped to a gurney;
I sat beside her.
Her eyes snapped open mid-transit.
She scanned the compartment. Then lunged at me with feral strength, pinning me to the floor.
"You're STILL alive?!" she rasped.
"This is YOUR fault! You should die! I should've killed you properly!"
Paramedics pulled her off.
As they dragged her away, Vivian hissed,
"This isn't over."
Rubbing my bruised neck, a chilling realization hit:
That look in her eyes, identical to when she murdered me last life.
Had Vivian… also reborn?
News soon confirmed it.
Vivian had gone insane, raving about "never killing Jessica" and "never going to Dubai."
Deemed unfit for trial, she was committed to a psychiatric ward.
Weeks later, she died there.
First, a female patient gouged out her eyes.
After a room transfer, someone stabbed her lower body, leaving her to bleed out on the floor.
The news made me shudder.
Perhaps poetic justice.
Maybe heaven's judgment.
The four survivors received prison sentences.
Bright futures snuffed out.
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