The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Too Much Like Her

Chapter 389 Too Much Like Her

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At dawn, the morning fog still clung to the island as Sloane curled in the damp corner of the cell, drifting in and out of restless sleep. Her face was pale as paper; the strands of hair across her forehead were soaked with cold sweat, and the deep furrow of her brow showed that even in sleep, the drug’s effects tormented her.

Suddenly, the crash of the iron door being kicked open jolted her awake. She tried to push herself up instinctively to defend, but her body faltered under the lingering poison.

“Take her.” A man strode over and yanked her arm roughly.

Sloane was dragged down a long corridor; the blinding sunlight made her squint. After passing through a grove of palms, a starkly modern white villa appeared ahead, standing in jarring contrast to the island’s other decaying buildings.

They shoved her into a bright room, where floor-to-ceiling windows opened onto a dazzling blue seascape. Before she could steady herself, a cold female voice drifted from behind.

“I’ve long looked forward to meeting you, Dr. Rivers.”

Sloane snapped her head around. A woman in a red gown sat on a leather sofa, her face hidden behind a delicate silver mask that revealed only lips painted in a dark shade of crimson. Between her slender fingers, she toyed with a vial filled with blue liquid-the very same virus Samantha had used.

“Who are you?” Sloane forced herself upright; her voice came out hoarse from weakness.

“Me?” The woman let out a soft laugh, dangerous light flickering in her masked eyes. “I prefer to call myself… the Creator.”

She slowly removed the mask, revealing a well-preserved yet chilling face. The instant her gaze landed on Sloane, it twisted with crazed jealousy. “Too alike… you look exactly like her… hateful in the same way!”

Samantha hurried forward obsequiously. “Master, this is Sloane, the one you wanted. I suggest killing her right away, to eliminate the threat once and for all!”

The woman’s hand lashed out, striking Samantha hard across the face. “It’s not your place to tell me what to do!” Her eyes burned as she fixed them on Sloane, nails digging into her palm. “Throw her into the dungeon; I’ll make sure to properly entertain the daughter of an old acquaintance…”

As the guards began to drag Sloane away, the woman suddenly called out to Samantha. “You. Come here.” She reached to stroke the scars on Samantha’s face, smiling with cerie malice. “Do you want revenge? I’ll teach you a better way…”

“What way?” Samantha grabbed her hand desperately.

The woman’s smile was sharp as ice. “I’ll remake you… into Sloane.”

“Remake me into her?” Samantha’s pupils shrank; her hand crept unconsciously to the scarred skin of her

own face.

The woman seized her chin, forcing her to stare into a mirror. “Imagine it-wearing this face when you return to Lucas, inheriting everything she has…” Her voice slithered like a venomous snake. “Let her watch

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Chapter 389 Too Much Like Her

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