"You're not going anywhere princess. You belong to me, Charlotte. YOU. ARE. MINE. You hear me? MINE. Do you understand?"
In a world where beauty, power, and money is everything, one girl knows she is nothing. Sold to the obsessed Miss Grand Thailand...
I WAS JUST KIDDING LMAO I'M NOT GONNA DISCONTINUE THIS!!!
I was gonna post this tomorrow just to make it more believable but I kinda feel bad after reading the comments lol
I mean I feel y'all whenever I read something and then reached the part where it's discontinued or in hiatus haha
So now here's the new chapter hehe
ENJOY🫶🏻
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Charlotte's body is tense, rigid. The silence that falls upon them is deafening, the only sound heard is the steady ticking of a clock.
Charlotte's blood runs cold as she recognizes the voice behind her. There's only one person it could be. She swallows hard, forcing herself to stay as still as possible, even as she feels the cold tip of a gun pressed against her head.
"Put down the bomb," the voice orders, the tone cool and commanding. "And turn around slowly."
Engfa stood there, the gun firmly in her grip, her expression stoic yet intense. In the dim light of the room, she can make out a slender figure clad in black.
Engfa, who held the gun to Charlotte's head, stared at her, her eyes narrowed. In the dim light and with the mask covering Charlotte's face, Engfa didn't recognize her.
"Don't move a muscle," Engfa warns, her voice steady and clear. "Turn those hands where I can see them, slowly."
Engfa watches as the woman tentatively reaches up, her fingers closing around the edge of the mask.
"Slowly," Engfa cautions again. "If that mask comes off and I see a face I don't... like, I'll shoot you right here and now."
Charlotte slowly reaches up towards her face, pretending to comply with Engfa's demand. As her hand hovers near her mask, she suddenly lashes out with a swift kick, knocking the gun out of Engfa's hand and sending it skittering across the floor.
"Fuck," Engfa curses as her gun goes flying from her hand, clattering to the ground. It was a momentary distraction, but one the masked woman tried to capitalize on. In a flash, she dives for her own gun, but Engfa is just as fast.
Engfa's eyes are sharp, reacting swiftly. She sees masked woman trying to reach for her gun and quickly kicks it out of reach, sending it skittering under a desk across the room.
"You thought you could best me?" Engfa's voice is harsh, her eyes narrowing as she stares at Charlotte's masked face. "Think again."
The room suddenly becomes a whirlwind of violence. The masked woman and Engfa clash, their movements fluid and brutal.
Charlotte's punches and kicks are precise, forceful, her mind focused. Engfa, her expression taut with fury, retaliates with equal strength, her blows landing hard and heavy. There's a deadly grace to their fight, every move calculated, every punch and kick landing with the intent to harm.
