Traitor Husband? My Reborn Bullet Found Him... Again! - Chapter 88: Chapter 88
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Vivian's mother gaped. "What prince? What wedding?!"
I told the whole story: Vivian's three-year online romance, the "prince's" proposal, the bridesmaid ruse, the Dubai tickets bought under the guise of a group trip.
Vivian's mother exploded. "Lies! My Vivian's a good girl!"
Other parents yelled, "Are they safe?!"
Vivian's mother's phone rang. Vivian's sobs blared:
"Mom… help us!"
Four other phones rang simultaneously. Same plea:
"Save us!"
The "prince" was a scammer. He'd taken them to a compound. The demand: $140,000 per person within 24 hours, or organs would be harvested.
Panic erupted. Police scrambled to help, but rescues across borders were near impossible.
They hinted paying might work—it had before.
Parents mortgaged homes, took loans—even from loan sharks.
I rested at home. Media pounced on the story.
But the scammers kept raising demands after payments.
"$140K is just a deposit!"
"We meant per pound!"
A week later, it ended.
Five girls returned.
Fifteen didn't—some missing, some dead with hollowed-out abdomens.
Vivian, once radiant, looked decades older on camera. Bruises covered her neck. She stared blankly until a reporter asked:
"Why did you believe this? Did you cause your classmates' deaths?"
She jolted to life.
"No! Jessica took us! She did this!"
I told the whole story: Vivian's three-year online romance, the "prince's" proposal, the bridesmaid ruse, the Dubai tickets bought under the guise of a group trip.
Vivian's mother exploded. "Lies! My Vivian's a good girl!"
Other parents yelled, "Are they safe?!"
Vivian's mother's phone rang. Vivian's sobs blared:
"Mom… help us!"
Four other phones rang simultaneously. Same plea:
"Save us!"
The "prince" was a scammer. He'd taken them to a compound. The demand: $140,000 per person within 24 hours, or organs would be harvested.
Panic erupted. Police scrambled to help, but rescues across borders were near impossible.
They hinted paying might work—it had before.
Parents mortgaged homes, took loans—even from loan sharks.
I rested at home. Media pounced on the story.
But the scammers kept raising demands after payments.
"$140K is just a deposit!"
"We meant per pound!"
A week later, it ended.
Five girls returned.
Fifteen didn't—some missing, some dead with hollowed-out abdomens.
Vivian, once radiant, looked decades older on camera. Bruises covered her neck. She stared blankly until a reporter asked:
"Why did you believe this? Did you cause your classmates' deaths?"
She jolted to life.
"No! Jessica took us! She did this!"
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