The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Not Gonna Hurt You

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Darkness swam before Sloane’s eyes. She forced herself to press the emergency contact button on her watch. The last thing she saw was the little girl’s guilty gaze–and Ginnie’s triumphant smile as she stepped out of the shadows.

The sharp click of high heels drew closer. “Don’t worry, Sloane. I’ll make sure you’re well… taken care of.”

Just before her consciousness slipped away, Sloane summoned all her strength and drove a needle into her thigh–it was a custom safeguard she carried, one that could slow the drug’s effect.

She fought to open her eyes. Through the blur of her vision, she saw Larry crouched in the corner by the window; his hands were bound to the frame with a tie, his forehead pressed against the cold glass, his breathing harsh and ragged.

“Larry…” She had barely spoken when a cloying sweetness invaded her nose. Sloane instantly clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late–the scent seemed alive, seeping into every pore, flooding her body with heat.

Larry’s head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot. “Don’t talk…” His voice was hoarse, raw; his wrists were rubbed bloody from struggling against the tie. “The air… it’s drugged…”

Only then did Sloane notice the windows, sealed tight with strips of tape. She staggered, trying to rise, but her knees buckled at once–the drug was acting far faster than she had expected.

Her gaze darted to the fruit knife on the table. Without hesitation, she seized it and plunged the blade into her thigh.

The searing pain jolted her back into momentary clarity.

The instant the blood welled up, Larry let out a muffled groan of anguish, as though the knife had carved straight into his own chest.

“Don’t do something so reckless…” His voice trembled, “I swear… even if it kills me… I would never hurt you…”

But the drug was too strong; there was no way he could fight it.

Larry’s eyes burned scarlet, every muscle in his body strung tight. Under the drug’s merciless pull, he tore through the tie restraining him. His gaze, wild and feral, locked on Sloane; he stood and moved toward her, step by step.

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Chapter 303 Not Gonna Hurt You

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Sloane’s limbs were weak, her body heavy with heat. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t, she had no strength to resist. All she could do was watch as Larry drew closer.

His hand brushed her shoulder; the searing warmth seared straight through her clothes, sending his blood into a frenzy.

Just as he was about to lose control, her faint, broken voice reached him. “Larry…”

The sound of his name, spoken by her, struck his fogged mind like a bolt of lightning. He froze, his blood–red eyes flashing with a shred of clarity.

“I’m sorry,” he growled in torment. Snatching a glass from the table, he slammed it hard against his temple.

Glass shattered, echoing sharply through the room. Blood poured down his temple, painting half his handsome face crimson–but the pain granted him a fleeting lucidity.

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