The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Twisted Truths

The moment Helen saw the insects, all the color drained from her face. Her voice trembled as she stared at the jar. “W–What are you doing?”

Sloane picked one up between her fingers, her tone detached and cold. “They’re called Blood Leeches. Once they get inside the body, they latch onto the throat and start feeding–slowly, steadily—until the host bleeds out from the inside.” She raised a brow. “Want to find out what that feels like, Madam Helen?”

Panic flared in Helen’s eyes, but she tried to keep up the front, even as her voice shook. “You… you wouldn’t dare. You’re bluffing! You’re just trying to scare me!”

Sloane gave a quiet, chilling laugh and stepped closer, holding the creature inches from Helen’s face. “Let’s find out.”

Helen thrashed in panic, but Sloane’s grip was like iron. She locked Helen’s jaw in place, and the leech wriggled briefly at the edge of her lips before crawling straight into her mouth.

It slid down her throat in an instant. Helen gagged, a wave of nausea hitting her hard. She doubled over coughing, pain etched all over her face.

Her face twisted with horror and pain as she clawed at her throat, trying to throw it up. She vomited across the floor, but the parasite stayed buried deep.

Sloane stepped back calmly, watching with cold precision. She calmly held up a small vial of liquid and gave it a gentle shake. “You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you the antidote.”

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” Helen finally broke. She collapsed to the floor and clung to Sloane’s leg, her voice breaking. “I’ll tell you the truth! Your real parents are—”

But before she could finish, her entire body tensed.

Her expression twisted with pain. She clutched her head and let out a piercing scream. “Ahh! My head! It hurts!”

She curled up in the chair, drenched in cold sweat, her face pale and drained.

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Sloane’s brow furrowed. She walked over, pulled Helen’s eyelid open, and saw the burst red veins in her eyes.

Her gaze sharpened as she studied Helen’s reaction. She realized that the moment Helen tried to speak about her background, unbearable pain struck, as if some invisible force was silencing her.

“A seal,” Sloane muttered, her tone heavy. Someone had planted a mental restriction. If Helen tried to reveal the truth about her origins, the seal would activate and cause searing pain.

After a brief pause, Sloane raised her hand and knocked Helen out cold. She held the vial near Helen’s mouth. A moment later, the black leech slithered out and crawled back into the bottle.

She’d only ever heard of this kind of seal. She had no idea how to break it. Worse, she knew that once it was triggered, the person who placed it would immediately know. For now, she had no choice but to let the matter go.

Still, this confirmed it—someone out there was pulling strings behind the scenes. And whoever it was, they weren’t just dangerous. They were calculated. Experienced.

This was no ordinary person.

There was no use pushing Helen any further, for now. Sloane had her quietly returned to the Rivers estate.

Then she turned and headed for the asylum. There were things she needed to

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