Lena didn’t take Andrew’s words that day seriously.
She just waited for her immigration papers to go through so she could leave.
But Nicole wouldn’t let her go so easily.
That day, Nicole insisted on taking her shopping. But not long after they got in the car, Lena blacked out.
When she came to, she was tied up on a cliffside overlooking the ocean.
A few feet away, Nicole was bound the same way.
Lena struggled, trying to ask why, but the tape over her mouth turned her words into muffled whimpers.
Nicole sneered. “Lena, I didn’t want to do this. But after what Andrew said that day, I had to be sure. So I set up a little test—let’s see who he chooses.”
Cold dread seeped into Lena’s bones.
Did this even need testing? The answer was obvious.
Soon, Andrew arrived, tossing two briefcases full of cash forward. His eyes burned with fury. “I brought the money. Let them go.”
But the kidnappers, acting under Nicole’s orders, didn’t budge. One of them smirked. “Mr. Rohan, I didn’t do this for the money.”
Andrew’s jaw tightened. “Then what do you want?”
The man placed a hand on both women’s shoulders, grinning. “I heard one of them is your friend’s daughter, and the other is your fiancée. You can only save one. The other…” He chuckled. “Becomes shark food.”
With that, he loosened the ropes just enough for them to teeter dangerously on the edge.
Nicole went pale, her voice shaking. “Andrew, save me! I don’t want to die!”
Andrew’s chest tightened. “Don’t touch Nicole!”
There it was. The answer.
Satisfied, the kidnappers grinned. Even Nicole, who’d been faking terror, finally relaxed.
She turned to Andrew, eyes full of fake gratitude.
But Andrew wasn’t looking at her anymore. His gaze had shifted to Lena.
He expected her to break down, to beg. But she just stayed there—eerily calm.
For some reason, that unsettled him more than anything.
Before he could speak, a sudden weight pressed against him—Nicole had been untied and flung herself into his arms.
Instinctively, he caught her. “Nicole…”
Then his eyes widened.
At that exact moment, Lena’s ropes were cut too—sending her plunging straight into the sea.
A loud splash.
The waves swallowed her whole, dragging her down.
She kicked, fought to surface, but exhaustion clung to her like chains, pulling her deeper.
Her eyelids grew heavy… until darkness took over.
