I Ran Away With My Kidnapper

I pushed open the door and walked alone into the endless night.

Under the dim moonlight, tears filled my eyes. Everything was blurry, and I could barely see the road ahead.

I just kept walking in the darkness.

When I finally wiped my eyes, I realized I had walked into a dead end.

I forced out a wry smile as I looked at the wrong path in front of me. Just as I was about to turn away, I saw a drunken figure behind me.

“Hey, beautiful. Out so late? Something bothering you? Maybe I can keep you company.”

Fear gripped me as a man stepped closer.

“Stay back, or I will call the police!”

The man ignored that and walked toward me.

“Don’t worry, little lady. I will make you happy.”

As he got closer, I gripped my bag tightly and swung it at him.

With a loud smash, my phone hit him on the head. He screamed in pain.

“Ahh!!! How dare you?! You’ve done it now!”

I tried to run past him as he grunted in pain.

He reacted instantly, grabbed me, and knocked me to the ground.

“You! How dare you hit me?! I’ll show you!”

I landed on my back hard on the cemented ground. Before I could react, he slapped me across the face.

The sudden pain stunned me. Before I could respond, he started pulling at my clothes.

“Dressing like this in the middle of the night, yet pretending to be innocent! You’re shameless!”

“No… no…”

I struggled desperately, but it was useless. He grabbed my neck.

I felt helpless. I felt I could almost predict what was about to happen.

Ethan’s words echoed in my mind.

“Now, she’s alive but defiled.”

Just as his hand reached my chest, the silence of the night was broken by screeching brakes.

The car’s headlights blinded me. Lucas Grant jumped out of the car and shoved the drunk off me.

Seeing Lucas’s face, my face turned even paler.

His bodyguards rushed over and dragged the drunk away.

Our eyes met. His hand trembled as he held me. “I’m sorry.”

I tried to pull away but had no strength to do so. I said coldly, “Lucas, let go of me.”

He ignored me and wrapped me in his coat. He held me close as if he wanted to shield me.

“I’m sorry, Jane. This is all my fault! Everything is my fault.”

Hot tears fell on my collarbone. I tried to push him away and used the hem of the coat to wipe the tears on my neck.

I said bitterly, “Yes, this is all your fault! I’m not even crying. What the hell does the kidnapper have to cry about?”

He lifted his bloodshot eyes to me and said, “I know what Ethan said about you. I’ll make things right. If you want, I can prove to him that I never touched you.”

I felt a surge of anger when I looked at him. If Ethan thought I was “tainted,” then I would show him how “tainted” I really could be.

The next moment, I grabbed Lucas’s shoulders and kissed him.