Chapter 20

For several consecutive nights, the villa remained brightly lit until dawn. Brooklyn found it odd but didn't ask questions. That night, she had just gone to bed when she vaguely heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. She clearly remembered locking it. She always did. Startled, Brooklyn tried to get up. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes. Through the haze, she heard a soft laugh. "Brooklyn, long time no see." When the heavy, groggy feeling finally faded, Brooklyn found herself tied to the bed. Robert was right next to her, also bound. "Samantha! What are you trying to do?" "I'm just doing to you what you did to me." Samantha sat in a chair, playing with a knife. The blade gleamed coldly, the reflection casting light on her pale face, making her look terrifying. Brooklyn snapped, "Whatever twisted thing happened between you and your brother, don't drag me and Robert into it! He deceived me for years! Who was going to speak up for me?" Samantha pau