Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"M-Ms. Wiley," Vivian stuttered, her voice shaking. "Please, just let me go. I'll do anything as long as you spare me..."

I shot her a cold, mocking look and sneered. "Oh, really? But I don't buy it. After all, the kind of pride you've got as a spoiled heiress doesn't just go away overnight."

Vivian shook her head frantically and denied it over and over. "No, that's not true! I'm truly sorry. I won't disrespect you again! I'll do whatever you ask if you let me go, and I promise I won't cause any more trouble!"

I scoffed and stepped closer to her. "What if I told you to deal with your dad and help me get Zach back? Would you do it?"

Vivian's eyes went wide, and her face went pale.

"I-I..." she stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

"I knew it. You talk a big game, but that's all it is. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're playing the victim. Let me make this clear-unless Zach's back with me, you're not leaving here alive!"

Vivian closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face. "Just kill me already, Ms. Wiley... My life's been yours for so long. As for my dad... there's nothing I can do about it..."noveldrama

I sneered. "That's not for you to decide. You're my hostage now, so stay in your lane."

I pulled out a voice recorder and dangled it in front of her. "Later, you're going to call Murphy and sah exactly what I tell you to say. Tell him to hand over Zach in one piece, or I'll end your life!"

Vivian trembled in fear, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Ms. Wiley, please, think this through... My dad hates being threatened. If he finds out you've taken me, he'll certainly-"

"Certainly what?" I interrupted her with a scoff. "Kill me? Chop me up? Look, if he even touches me, I'll make him regret ever being born!"

Vivian closed her eyes in despair, shaking her head frantically. "Ms Wiley, please, don't do this... I don't want to drag you into this. You have no idea what he's capable of."

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Her fear only confirmed that Murphy wasn't just some regular guy. The way he had his daughter scared of him proved how cold-blooded he really was. But none of that was

stopping me from getting back at

him.

I locked eyes with Vivian and said coldly, "I'm asking you one last time. Are you

going to help me or not?"

Vivian trembled, unable to hold my gaze any longer, and finally blurted out, "I'I help! I'll do it, okay? My life's already in your hands, just tell me what to do, and I'll do it!"

I gave a satisfied nod and tossed her a phone. "That's more like it. Now, do exactly what I said. Tell him to send Zach over, or you won't even have a grave to be buried in!"

Vivian took the phone, her hand shaking as she dialed Murphy's number. The dial tone echoed in the quiet, and I kept my eyes on her, watching every shift in her expression.

Finally, the call went through.

"Hello? Vivian?" Murphy's voice came through the speakerphone, sounding impatient.

Murphy, that sly old fox... He never used to care about Vivian, but now he was acting all concerned.

"What on earth are you caught up in this time, at this hour?" he asked.

As soon as Vivian heard his voice, her tears started falling.