Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Sheila had barely cleared customs, hauling a suitcase stuffed with heavy local delicacies, when Lorraine's text came through.
Lorraine: [Sheila, emergency! Need you now!]
The panicked message had Sheila abandoning her luggage and racing to the hospital address Lorraine sent.
When the elevator doors opened to reveal the Ultra-VIP suite, Sheila stopped dead. "This is your emergency?" she demanded, taking in the luxurious surroundings. "The only thing dying here is your sense of drama."
Lorraine gave a feeble nod from the hospital bed. She'd woken to find herself completely alone in the expansive suite.
"Let me guess," Sheila quipped, scanning the room, "someone stole your kidney while you were sleeping?"
Lorraine shook her head. "Not exactly, but it's close enough." Privately, she wondered if losing a kidney could possibly feel worse than this. She'd barely slept a wink all night.
Sheila's sharp eyes took in the rumpled bedsheets and the charged atmosphere. In an instant, she understood. She flicked Lorraine's forehead with her fingers. "You little devil! Did you drag me here just to flaunt your love life?"
Rubbing her forehead with exaggerated hurt, Lorraine shot back, "I would never! I hurt my knee—that's why I had to stay overnight!"
"With Eugene?" Sheila arched one skeptical eyebrow.
"Yeah." Lorraine nodded.
"And even if he wore you out," Sheila continued, "you had it coming. Weren't you terrified of him? What possessed you to go to him in the first place?"
Lorraine's cheeks burned as she stumbled over her words. "I didn't go to him—he came for me."
Truth was, she wanted nothing to do with him. But his grip had been iron-tight, leaving no room for escape. The whole ordeal had been unbearable.
Sheila scoffed. "Then why call me now? And that dramatic text—what was that about?"
Tears welled in Lorraine's eyes. "I didn't want any of this to happen. When I went back to my family's place, my father almost killed me. Then he showed up, and I went with him, and after—"
When Lorraine mentioned being hurt, Sheila's protective instincts flared. Gently, she tugged open the hospital gown to examine Lorraine. Instead of bruises, she found a constellation of love bites scattered across Lorraine's porcelain skin.
Sheila pretended not to notice anything unusual as she straightened Lorraine's clothes. "Okay, I get it. As long as you're safe and nothing bad happened, that's what matters."
Eugene was rough and pushed too far—but at least he kept Lorraine from getting beaten. Sheila found some comfort in that.
Lorraine nodded. "I'm really glad you're back, Sheila. I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, clutching the bedsheet as memories from last night flooded back. There was no way she was going through that again.
"So what's your plan now?" Sheila asked.
"Let's run away together," Lorraine begged. "Please take me with you."
After a moment of silence, Lorraine continued with determination. "This is my only way out. We'll go somewhere new where nobody knows us. You serve coffee, and I scrub pans. Then we'll—"
"Then we'll waltz off into the sunset like some romantic comedy?" Sheila poked Lorraine's forehead. "Wake up, girl. With Eugene's resources? He'd track you down before you reached the city limits. And you really think the Moores and Shaws will just let you go?"
Lorraine shook her head, clenching her teeth. "I can't just sit here like a helpless target." The idea of doing nothing made her sick. This shaky plan was all she had right now.
Last night had made one thing painfully clear—when she'd mentioned catching a bus, Eugene hadn't even entertained the idea.
He wasn't giving her a choice in whatever game they were playing. If she didn't act now, she might never get another chance.
Sheila let out a long sigh. "Okay, hold on. Let me check my bank balance first. Then we'll make our move."
"Okay!" Lorraine's face lit up with gratitude. She sprang into action, throwing her belongings into a bag.
No matter how crazy her plans became, she knew Sheila would always back her up.
After a quick check of her account and train times, Sheila raised her eyebrows. "My parents were really generous with my pocket money this time. We'll hit the train station first, then..."
Their escape plan took shape in minutes. With the rabbit cage in tow, the two girls crept out of the hospital room. They'd nearly reached the elevators when they came face-to-face with the same nurse from earlier.
"Ms. Shaw, it's you. Your secret lover has incredible stamina. The entire floor heard your activities all night long," the nurse said, her voice dripping with envy.
Eugene had it all—the looks, the swagger, the voice that melted spines, and enough money to buy the hospital twice over. The hospital's exclusive VVIP suite practically belonged to him, ready at a moment's notice whenever he needed it. He'd become every woman's walking daydream.
Lorraine's face burned with humiliation. Clutching Sheila's arm like a lifeline, she bolted for the exit, ignoring the stares burning into her back.
At a drugstore along the way, Sheila made Lorraine wait outside while she ducked in. Only then did they finally slip into a cab, speeding toward the train station.
"What'd you get?" Lorraine asked.
"It's for you. I'll explain everything when we arrive," Sheila replied, digging through her wallet. She pulled out a wad of bills and stuffed them into Lorraine's backpack. "Alright, let's get moving!"
"Let's do this!" Lorraine grinned.
The cab glided smoothly along the highway. As the train station came into view, the middle-aged driver suddenly spoke up. "You girls aren't in some kind of trouble, are you?"
"What?" Lorraine blinked in confusion.
"We've had company for the past few miles. They—" the driver began, but his words were cut short as the cab jerked to a sudden stop, blocked by a car ahead.
Before they could react, three black Mercedes sedans surrounded them. Elsie stepped out of the front car—all swaying hips and smirking lips. She jerked open the taxi door and said coolly, "Driver, you can leave. You two—stay put."
"Elsie, will you just stop?" Lorraine snapped.
"What do you think, Lorraine?" Elsie smirked, clicking her fingers. Immediately, the Shaw family's staff swarmed the car, dragging Lorraine and Sheila out onto the roadside.
The terrified driver hit the gas without even waiting for payment, tires screeching as he fled.
"What the hell do you want?" Lorraine shoved Sheila behind her, eyes blazing. Don't you dare try anything!"
"Why so scared?" Elsie examined her crimson nails with mock innocence. "Just sisters having a little chat. Talking isn't illegal, is it?"
Lorraine let out a disbelieving laugh as she thought, 'What kind of psycho blocks a car on the highway just for small talk?' Her voice turned sharp. "Cut the crap and tell me what you want."
"So why did Eugene go to our place for your things last night? What exactly is your relationship?" Elsie's playful tone vanished as her eyes turned razor-sharp. Suddenly, the nineteen-year-old girl looked every bit the dangerous schemer.
Lorraine's temper flared. 'Like hell I wanted anything to do with him! I didn't have a choice, okay? You're the one who's obsessed—everyone sees you drooling over Eugene like some lovesick puppy,' she exclaimed in her mind.
"It was just a coincidence," Lorraine insisted. "I asked him to help me retrieve my things. That's all."
Elsie's lips curled in disbelief. "Is that so? Then why did he personally take you to the hospital?"
Lorraine suddenly understood—Elsie had dug up everything first, and then tracked her down today to confront her.
A hollow laugh escaped her. "It meant nothing. I'm a Moore now. He couldn't just walk away. And he's Stephen's uncle. It was just basic decency."
"Oh really?" Elsie's sharp tone said she wasn't fooled. She knew there was more to it, but gentle questioning was pointless.
A cruel smile spread across Elsie's face as she turned to her men. "Take them away and... persuade them to talk. Don't hold back."
"Yes, Ms. Shaw," they replied.
"Hey, you—" Lorraine stepped forward, fists clenched, ready to face Elsie head-on.
But Elsie was faster. Her hand flashed out in a sharp backhand swing that barely missed Lorraine's cheek.
Sheila grabbed her and held on tight. Not because she was afraid, but because they stood no chance. Sometimes, walking away was the only move that made sense.
As Elsie strutted off, Lorraine's eyes burned in Sheila's grip. "Why'd you stop me?" she whispered, voice shaking.
"Because I wasn't about to watch you get hurt over nothing," Sheila muttered, eyeing the hulking men still boxing them in. "We're not winning that fight."
Lorraine swallowed hard. "I just... I thought if she let you leave first, at least you'd be safe. This is my mess. You shouldn't have to deal with it."
Sheila pulled her closer, voice steady. "Where you go, I go."
They were dragged under a deserted highway overpass. Sheila was shoved farther off, left with just one guard and the rabbit cage.
Lorraine, however, found herself encircled by the rest of the men. They advanced without hesitation, backing her against a concrete pillar until she had nowhere left to go.
The burly leader's eyes lingered where her collar had slipped open. His gaze traced down to where her shape showed through the material.
For men who'd served the Shaws for years, the idea of laying hands on the family's young lady carried a perverse thrill.
A few feet away, Sheila sat slumped in the dirt, her face smudged with dust. But she hardly cared. Fear squeezed her chest, yet under her guard's sharp gaze, she stayed perfectly still—not even daring to breathe too loud.
"Hey, got a light? I know there's cigarettes in here somewhere." Sheila desperately searched through Lorraine's backpack for the phone, but it was buried under all the junk—right when she needed it most.
The mustached guard barely glanced at her. "Nah, I don't drink," he said distractedly, too focused on whatever drama was unfolding near Lorraine. 'Did they start without me? Screw that. I wanna be in on that!' he exclaimed inwardly.
Sheila's fingers finally closed around Lorraine's phone. "How about a drink then?" she asked, trying to sound calm even though her heart was racing.
"Don't smoke either," the guard answered absently, practically drooling over the action he was missing. 'Damn, why do they get all the fun while I'm stuck babysitting?'
"Look, I can hardly walk on this ankle," Sheila said, gesturing to the swollen injury, a clear leftover from their earlier fight. "I'm not worth your time. Go on, join them." She sounded genuinely helpful.
The mustached man glanced at her swollen ankle, puffy as a balloon. "You're not gonna try to run off, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with doubt.
"I can't," she said, shaking her head.
"Alright, then I'm out of here." With that, the mustached man hurried off.
Sheila quickly pulled out Lorraine's phone. 'What now? Mom and Dad are too far away to help. Nobody else can fight the Shaws. Only one choice... Eugene,' she mused.
As the name flashed in her mind, Sheila scrolled through Lorraine's contacts, but Eugene wasn't there. None of the Moores were. Even Stephen, who'd once been saved in the phone, had been deleted by Lorraine.
Sheila's chest tightened. In all her twenty years, she'd never felt so desperate.