Reborn? Screw the Fake Lover—I'm Snagging My Arch-Rival! - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"No... get away... let me go..."
Five thugs leered as they pinned her down. With fractures all over her body, she couldn't even struggle as their filthy hands reached for her collar.
"You ain't going nowhere, Miss Whitmore." The leader grinned, showing yellowed teeth. "Tonight we're gonna take real good care of you."
The sound of ripping fabric was deafening in the quiet room. Stella bit her lip until she tasted blood.
She couldn't die here, and she sure as hell wouldn't let these thugs destroy her.
The next second, she shoved the nearest man away and threw herself toward the window with her last ounce of strength—
"CRASH!"
Glass exploded as freezing wind howled into the room.
Stella fell hard from the second floor, her right leg screaming in agony, but she couldn't worry about that now. She dragged her broken leg and ran for her life.
"Shit! After her!" came furious shouts behind her.
Terrified of being caught, Stella ran as fast as she could, stumbling forward when suddenly—
"WHAM!"
Blinding headlights hit her as a speeding car slammed into her body.
Stella flew through the air and crashed to the pavement, blood immediately pooling beneath her.
She lay in the blood, consciousness fading, ears ringing.
She heard a car door open, footsteps approaching.
"Fuck! Marcus, you're ruthless!" Preston's voice carried over. "Chase already had her assaulted and you still ran her down?"
"If she hadn't escaped, I wouldn't have needed to," Marcus sneered. "Who told her to run?"
"Damn shame she's so lucky—should've been roadkill," Damien sounded disappointed. "If she'd died, we wouldn't have to keep acting in front of her and could just stay with Sophia forever."
Stella's heart felt crushed in a vise, pain almost suffocating her.
So... they really wanted her dead.
When she woke up again, Stella was back in a hospital bed, wrapped head to toe in bandages like a mummy.
"Stella! Thank God you're awake!" Marcus rushed over first, his eyes full of fake "concern," as if he wasn't the one who'd cold-bloodedly run her down.
"Sorry. We were rushing back to see you and didn't watch the road—we accidentally hit you," Preston held her hand, his voice gentle.
"We also heard about Sophia being attacked at the hospital," Damien sighed. "But we know she must be framing you."
Stella stared at them silently, her eyes dead as stone.
"Just rest up. We're gonna have a talk with Chase and get you justice this time!" Marcus gently patted her hand before all three turned to leave.
Stella closed her eyes, a self-mocking smile on her lips.
Talk?
They were just dying to go see Sophia.
This time Stella was seriously injured and stayed in the hospital for two full weeks.
On discharge day, Marcus, Preston, and Damien personally came to pick her up.
But when they brought her back to her villa, she found Chase and Sophia standing in her living room.
"What are you doing here?" Stella asked coldly.
Chase looked up, his eyes cold as a stranger's: "I brought Sophia to pack her stuff. She's not living here anymore."
"Why?" Stella's lips twisted into a smile, the movement pulling at her wounds painfully. "Scared I'll bully her again?"
"Good that you know." Chase sneered. "Keep her here any longer and she might end up dead."
Stella clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.
They were all blind, completely unable to see who was really bullying whom!
"Chase, I'm all packed." Sophia suddenly appeared with red-rimmed eyes, her voice choked. "But... my trophy is missing."
"What trophy?" Chase frowned.
"The one I won at the piano competition." Sophia bit her lip, tears threatening to fall. "It's the only award I've ever won..."
Chase's eyes turned cold as he looked straight at Stella: "Hand it over."
Stella scoffed: "I didn't take it."
"Miss Whitmore has everything money can buy," Sophia looked at Stella pitifully. "Why won't you just give me back my one little trophy?"
"Sophia, if Stella says she didn't take it, then she didn't," Marcus said with fake irritation. "Why keep pushing this?"
"Yeah, it's just a trophy," Preston and Damien echoed.
Chase sneered and pulled out his phone: "Get over here."
Instantly, a dozen bodyguards stormed in.
"Tear this place apart," Chase said coldly. "Find that trophy."
"Chase! Don't go too far!" Marcus immediately stepped forward to intervene.
"Oh? You gonna protect her?" Chase narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Come outside and race me. If I win, you don't interfere. If I lose, I'll take Sophia and leave immediately."
The three exchanged glances before nodding: "Deal."
Stella stood to the side, coldly watching this charade.
She knew better than anyone that Marcus was Chicago's top racer who'd never lost a single race.
But the race results were telling—
Marcus lost.
Preston lost.
Damien lost too.
Stella watched them climb out of their cars with fake frustration and found it laughable.
What a performance they were putting on.
Chase re-entered the villa, his long fingers waving coldly: "Tear it apart."
His voice was poison-cold: "Turn this place upside down if you have to, but find Sophia's trophy."
Five thugs leered as they pinned her down. With fractures all over her body, she couldn't even struggle as their filthy hands reached for her collar.
"You ain't going nowhere, Miss Whitmore." The leader grinned, showing yellowed teeth. "Tonight we're gonna take real good care of you."
The sound of ripping fabric was deafening in the quiet room. Stella bit her lip until she tasted blood.
She couldn't die here, and she sure as hell wouldn't let these thugs destroy her.
The next second, she shoved the nearest man away and threw herself toward the window with her last ounce of strength—
"CRASH!"
Glass exploded as freezing wind howled into the room.
Stella fell hard from the second floor, her right leg screaming in agony, but she couldn't worry about that now. She dragged her broken leg and ran for her life.
"Shit! After her!" came furious shouts behind her.
Terrified of being caught, Stella ran as fast as she could, stumbling forward when suddenly—
"WHAM!"
Blinding headlights hit her as a speeding car slammed into her body.
Stella flew through the air and crashed to the pavement, blood immediately pooling beneath her.
She lay in the blood, consciousness fading, ears ringing.
She heard a car door open, footsteps approaching.
"Fuck! Marcus, you're ruthless!" Preston's voice carried over. "Chase already had her assaulted and you still ran her down?"
"If she hadn't escaped, I wouldn't have needed to," Marcus sneered. "Who told her to run?"
"Damn shame she's so lucky—should've been roadkill," Damien sounded disappointed. "If she'd died, we wouldn't have to keep acting in front of her and could just stay with Sophia forever."
Stella's heart felt crushed in a vise, pain almost suffocating her.
So... they really wanted her dead.
When she woke up again, Stella was back in a hospital bed, wrapped head to toe in bandages like a mummy.
"Stella! Thank God you're awake!" Marcus rushed over first, his eyes full of fake "concern," as if he wasn't the one who'd cold-bloodedly run her down.
"Sorry. We were rushing back to see you and didn't watch the road—we accidentally hit you," Preston held her hand, his voice gentle.
"We also heard about Sophia being attacked at the hospital," Damien sighed. "But we know she must be framing you."
Stella stared at them silently, her eyes dead as stone.
"Just rest up. We're gonna have a talk with Chase and get you justice this time!" Marcus gently patted her hand before all three turned to leave.
Stella closed her eyes, a self-mocking smile on her lips.
Talk?
They were just dying to go see Sophia.
This time Stella was seriously injured and stayed in the hospital for two full weeks.
On discharge day, Marcus, Preston, and Damien personally came to pick her up.
But when they brought her back to her villa, she found Chase and Sophia standing in her living room.
"What are you doing here?" Stella asked coldly.
Chase looked up, his eyes cold as a stranger's: "I brought Sophia to pack her stuff. She's not living here anymore."
"Why?" Stella's lips twisted into a smile, the movement pulling at her wounds painfully. "Scared I'll bully her again?"
"Good that you know." Chase sneered. "Keep her here any longer and she might end up dead."
Stella clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.
They were all blind, completely unable to see who was really bullying whom!
"Chase, I'm all packed." Sophia suddenly appeared with red-rimmed eyes, her voice choked. "But... my trophy is missing."
"What trophy?" Chase frowned.
"The one I won at the piano competition." Sophia bit her lip, tears threatening to fall. "It's the only award I've ever won..."
Chase's eyes turned cold as he looked straight at Stella: "Hand it over."
Stella scoffed: "I didn't take it."
"Miss Whitmore has everything money can buy," Sophia looked at Stella pitifully. "Why won't you just give me back my one little trophy?"
"Sophia, if Stella says she didn't take it, then she didn't," Marcus said with fake irritation. "Why keep pushing this?"
"Yeah, it's just a trophy," Preston and Damien echoed.
Chase sneered and pulled out his phone: "Get over here."
Instantly, a dozen bodyguards stormed in.
"Tear this place apart," Chase said coldly. "Find that trophy."
"Chase! Don't go too far!" Marcus immediately stepped forward to intervene.
"Oh? You gonna protect her?" Chase narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Come outside and race me. If I win, you don't interfere. If I lose, I'll take Sophia and leave immediately."
The three exchanged glances before nodding: "Deal."
Stella stood to the side, coldly watching this charade.
She knew better than anyone that Marcus was Chicago's top racer who'd never lost a single race.
But the race results were telling—
Marcus lost.
Preston lost.
Damien lost too.
Stella watched them climb out of their cars with fake frustration and found it laughable.
What a performance they were putting on.
Chase re-entered the villa, his long fingers waving coldly: "Tear it apart."
His voice was poison-cold: "Turn this place upside down if you have to, but find Sophia's trophy."
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