Never Late, Never Away

Chapter 3109

"Herman, Mr.Wilson only wants Megan dead, but he didn't say when; Mia said as she procured a syringe from the bedside drawer.

It was filled with a blue liquid that looked menacing under the light.

"Besides, Megan is a loose woman now: Megan did not know what the syringe contained, but at the sight of Mia's wicked smile, she took another step back.

However, she couldn't get far as she was gripped firmly by Herman on her throat.

"No!"

Megan screamed as Mia injected the contents of the syringe into her arm.

"Megan, have you heard of what whores like to be high on when they do it? I wouldn't know.I'm not as slutty as you to enjoy it to the fullest"

Herman loosened his grip, and Megan collapsed onto the floor.

The two had drugged her to sell her body to a man named Mr.Yale.

Megan recalled the recent tragedy of that celebrity who was found dead in her hotel room.

No, my life can't end like that! She looked up at her sister and caught sight of the lake outside through the window.

In an instant, she had made up her mind.

"If I'm going down, you're coming with me!"

As soon as Megan touched Mia's arm, Herman sensed her intentions.

"You want to die? I'm not going to make it that easy for you!"

He grabbed the woman by the hair so hard that her scalp went numb from pain.

To Megan, death was the sweetest relief she could experience in her miserable life.

With strength that she didn't know she had, she broke free of his grasp and leaped out of the window.

If there is indeed an afterlife, I will haunt these two f*ckers forever! The next thing Megan remembered was feeling sore all over; it felt as though she had been whipped.

She gazed up at the ceiling.

I didn't even die from that? Megan instinctively curled up in a ball on the ground. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She couldn't help but notice that the straw roof looked familiar.

It was her home in her previous life.

The yellowish lamps lent the scene a sepia tone of nostalgia.

As she came to that conclusion, a loud came from outside the door.

It was her stepmother, Garret.

Megan regained her senses.

Did God give her another chance?

"Hmm, you're finally awake?"

Garret glared down at her as she spat, "Stop lazing around.Get out there and chop up some firewood."

Megan got up under her stepmother's stern gaze.

Her body was still sore, but it was nothing compared to what she had felt before.Her heart was bursting with joy.

She had been reborn! "I'm going; Megan told Garret as she pushed open the door.

Memories came rushing back from the corners of her mind.

It has been eight years since I've come back to this house.

Everything there was just the way she had remembered it.

"Let the sheep out after you're done with the firewood!"

Garret shouted behind her.She had a cloth of such a brilliant shade of red in her hands that dazzled Megan.

Garret was about to make a dress for Mia.

Over the next few days, there would be a wealthy man from the city visiting their village.

The gossip of his arrival had already spread like wildfire, each one farther fetched than the last.

Some said he wanted to find a wife, while others said he was solely coming to perform...

However, Megan had lived through this phase before.

She knew that the visitors were a filming crew who had been charmed by the picturesque scenery of their village.

They wanted to shoot a commercial.

In her past life, she and Mia had left their village with the crew.

The only difference was that Mia was beautiful, and Megan was deemed repulsive to look at.

Mia! All of a sudden, the painful memories came rushing back.

Megan stood rooted on the spot, not even aware of her sharp nails digging into her palms.

Her previous life was like a tragic comedy.

She had worked so hard just to be taken advantage of by Herman and Mia.

Thankfully, God had not forsaken her.

With this new life, she would not let go of Mia and Herman that easily.

Blood for blood.

They will suffer as I did, only a hundred times worse.

"You stupid girl, what are you still standing there for? Get a move on!"

Garret's shrill voice snapped Megan out of her reverie, and the latter started and hurried toward her tasks.

As Megan dashed forward, Garret suddenly grabbed a fistful of her neck from the back.

Her filthy, mud-caked fingernails dug into Megan's flesh painfully.

It stung so badly that tears ran down her cheeks.

Despite the pain, she endured it.

She was used to days like this in the past.