Woke Up Naked Next to a Stranger - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Hearing his explanation, I managed to piece together what had happened last night. Ethan Roscente had orchestrated everything—down to the last detail.
The mentally challenged man standing in front of me must have been drugged with sleeping pills—courtesy of Ethan—which knocked him out cold on my bed.
But why?
Was this just revenge?
Or was he trying to break me?
I didn't waste time dwelling on it. I threw my things into my suitcase and dialed Ethan's number again. I needed answers—straight from him.
But this time, his phone was off.
I tried twice. No luck. He was avoiding me.
Then it hit me—something was wrong. I tore open my suitcase.
My passport, ID, credit cards—gone.
Ethan had taken them.
My stomach dropped.
The young man beside me watched me frantically digging through my bag, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Sister, what are you looking for?"
"My passport. It's a little book… a small blue booklet…"
I doubted he'd understand, but I answered anyway.
"Sister, is this it?"
To my shock, he pulled out a booklet and handed it to me.
For a second, relief flooded through me—until I opened it.
Not mine.
The name inside read Daniel Winston.
Disappointed, I snapped it shut—but not before catching the photo.
It was him.
So his real name was Daniel Winston. Chinese, like me.
"Winston" probably came from the character 峰 (peak), and given his childlike mind, "Daniel" was likely just a nickname.
"Daniel, come on. We're getting out of here."
I had no idea how he'd ended up in this mess, but Ethan was behind it. Right now, I just needed to get him to safety.
Outside, the red-light district was already buzzing—even in the morning. Women lined the streets, and foreign men eyed me as we passed, some even making crude gestures with cash.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I shot them a glare and quickened my pace, dragging Daniel along.
I didn't know if those men from earlier would come after us, but I wasn't sticking around to find out.
"Daniel!"
"Daniel Winston!"
A desperate shout cut through the noise.
We turned.
A middle-aged couple stood at the crossroads, faces twisted with panic.
"Dad… Mom…"
Daniel's face lit up.
Thank God. His parents.
"What did you do to our son? Where were you taking him?"
The woman's eyes were red-rimmed as she yanked Daniel behind her, shielding him like a lioness.
"Are you hurt? Did she touch you?" The man frantically checked Daniel for injuries before turning on me, fury in his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Why did you kidnap our son?"
"I didn't—!" My voice cracked. "Ask Daniel, please! I was helping him!"
Wrongfully accused, I fought back tears.
The mentally challenged man standing in front of me must have been drugged with sleeping pills—courtesy of Ethan—which knocked him out cold on my bed.
But why?
Was this just revenge?
Or was he trying to break me?
I didn't waste time dwelling on it. I threw my things into my suitcase and dialed Ethan's number again. I needed answers—straight from him.
But this time, his phone was off.
I tried twice. No luck. He was avoiding me.
Then it hit me—something was wrong. I tore open my suitcase.
My passport, ID, credit cards—gone.
Ethan had taken them.
My stomach dropped.
The young man beside me watched me frantically digging through my bag, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Sister, what are you looking for?"
"My passport. It's a little book… a small blue booklet…"
I doubted he'd understand, but I answered anyway.
"Sister, is this it?"
To my shock, he pulled out a booklet and handed it to me.
For a second, relief flooded through me—until I opened it.
Not mine.
The name inside read Daniel Winston.
Disappointed, I snapped it shut—but not before catching the photo.
It was him.
So his real name was Daniel Winston. Chinese, like me.
"Winston" probably came from the character 峰 (peak), and given his childlike mind, "Daniel" was likely just a nickname.
"Daniel, come on. We're getting out of here."
I had no idea how he'd ended up in this mess, but Ethan was behind it. Right now, I just needed to get him to safety.
Outside, the red-light district was already buzzing—even in the morning. Women lined the streets, and foreign men eyed me as we passed, some even making crude gestures with cash.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I shot them a glare and quickened my pace, dragging Daniel along.
I didn't know if those men from earlier would come after us, but I wasn't sticking around to find out.
"Daniel!"
"Daniel Winston!"
A desperate shout cut through the noise.
We turned.
A middle-aged couple stood at the crossroads, faces twisted with panic.
"Dad… Mom…"
Daniel's face lit up.
Thank God. His parents.
"What did you do to our son? Where were you taking him?"
The woman's eyes were red-rimmed as she yanked Daniel behind her, shielding him like a lioness.
"Are you hurt? Did she touch you?" The man frantically checked Daniel for injuries before turning on me, fury in his eyes. "Who the hell are you? Why did you kidnap our son?"
"I didn't—!" My voice cracked. "Ask Daniel, please! I was helping him!"
Wrongfully accused, I fought back tears.
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