My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 7

"Who's there?"

I shouted loudly. When I got out of bed with a knife and approached the bed step by step, Marcus suddenly jumped out from under it and grabbed my throat.

"You bitch, your dad has so much power and you dared to lie to me? You know why you couldn't find me these past few days? I've been hiding under the bed the whole time! Hahaha, bet you didn't expect that. The most dangerous place is the safest place."

"You need to buy me a plane ticket right now, or I'll kill you!"

Marcus's face was twisted with rage.

I coughed frantically a few times and shakily took out my phone. Then I stopped.

"I don't have any money in my account. I need to ask my father for some, or forget it."

Marcus said through gritted teeth, "Who are you trying to fool? Your family is so rich, way better than the Walsh family, and you're still trying to lie to me? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you? I've got nothing to lose anyway, but you're different—you're your father's precious daughter!"

"Buy it now!"

A sharp knife was pressed against my neck.

"Even if I buy it for you, you can't leave. There are surveillance cameras everywhere!"

"That's none of your business!"

Seeing the ticket successfully issued on my phone, Marcus continued, "Now, have your father call for a van to come over. I'll disguise myself as your doctor and take you out!"

Marcus's words were absolutely absurd.

Now I was even more puzzled about how I could have fallen for such a stupid man before.

I agreed.

As soon as I sent my father the message, the phone rang. My father's video call came through directly. Marcus didn't hide in time and was caught on camera.

Marcus immediately grabbed me. My father stared at us in horror from the other end.

"You... Marcus, let go of my daughter!"

"Then arrange a van for me now! Now! Hurry!"

Marcus threatened. My father signaled to me with his eyes. I nodded slightly. Soon a black van arrived at the hospital entrance.

Marcus pushed me downstairs in a wheelchair. When he saw the car, he jumped right in, dragging me with him. The car instantly shot forward.

"Marcus, driving like this is too dangerous!"

I looked ahead in terror as he constantly changed lanes and ran red lights. Several police cars were in hot pursuit behind us.

"Marcus, I treated you so well when we were together, didn't I? Why did you betray me? And now you want to take me down with you?"

Marcus cursed, "It's all your fault! All your fault! If you'd told me your dad was so rich earlier, would I be like this? I just wanted to take advantage of spoiled only children like you. What's wrong with that? Who told me I was born poor?"

I gripped the car seat tightly to keep from being thrown out.

Marcus's heart had been twisted to this degree!

While he was talking, we suddenly reached a dead end. Marcus made a sharp U-turn.

"There's a big tree ahead!"

I screamed, but it was too late. The front of the car slammed straight into it. A tree branch pierced through Marcus's body. He struggled a few times and died.

I was thrown around in the back, my head bleeding. I crawled out of the car bit by bit. The sounds of ambulances and police cars kept reaching my ears.

I was rescued. The doctor said I had a mild concussion and external injuries, but otherwise just needed rest.

This time my father took me directly to a VIP room for recuperation. The continuous shocks of recent days had weakened my mental state. I kept having nightmares at night.

Fortunately, my father found me a psychologist for careful treatment.

Six months later, I had mostly recovered, but there was still a wound in my heart that wouldn't heal.

My father asked me what I wanted to do in the future.

I said I wanted to continue studying abroad and help more people in the future.

My father nodded, gratified that I had finally grown up.

Ten years later, when my father brings up this incident, his eyes still turn red, but by then I had already learned to face all of life's hardships bravely.