Stole My Rescue, Now Begging for Mercy

Jason stopped speaking to me altogether, pouring all his attention into flirting with his childhood sweetheart.

“Chloe, don’t waste your breath on that lunatic. Hurry to the island—I’ve been waiting forever.”

Chloe Adams pouted sweetly over the phone.

“Alright, I’ll finish things here and come right over.”

“If it weren’t for this annoying woman, we’d already be splashing in the waves together.”

Once the call ended, I knew there was no way I’d be flying this helicopter today.

I turned to leave, planning to grab a cab to headquarters and use another aircraft for the mission.

But Chloe ordered her people to seize me, pinning me against the rough pavement.

Gravel tore into my face, leaving bloody scrapes.

From the helicopter steps, Chloe looked down at me with disdain.

“So, you really are Jason’s fiancée?”

“You’re not even that pretty.”

“Trying to steal my helicopter today—was it just out of jealousy over how much Jason loves me?”

“This talk about the rescue team—it’s all just a lie, isn’t it?”

Through gritted teeth, I snapped back,

“I’m not lying. This helicopter was assigned to me by the U.S. National Rescue Team. I’m an auxiliary pilot under their command.”

“And I don’t envy you. If I’d known Jason already had someone he liked, I never would have agreed to the engagement! I don’t want a man like him.”

My words spoiled Chloe’s little fantasy of “outshining the fiancée, winning the heart of the rich young master.”

Her face twisted with irritation.

She stepped down and drove the sharp heel of her stiletto into my hand.

The spike pierced through my palm, blood gushing instantly.

It felt like my hand had been nailed into the ground. I trembled and convulsed in agony.

“When I say you’re jealous, you are jealous! When I say you stole my helicopter, then you stole my helicopter!”

“Dare to argue again, and I’ll crush your other hand too!”

The pain was unbearable. And the thought of losing the ability to fly forever terrified me.

I caved, gasping,

“I won’t argue… please, get off my hand…”

Chloe pressed harder.

“And why did you steal my helicopter? Out of jealousy, wasn’t it?”

Her heel still pinned me down.

I took a deep breath and forced out the words she wanted to hear.

“Yes… I was jealous that Jason likes you. I wanted to steal your helicopter so you two couldn’t go on your date…”

The moment I said it, Chloe threw back her head in laughter, smug and cruel.

“I knew it! Jason is handsome and wealthy—of course you’re desperate to marry him.”

“But too bad for you, he’s already proposed to me. And I’m carrying his child.”

“Even if his family objects, the only woman Jason wants to marry is me.”

Grinding my teeth, I muttered, “Yes, yes… may I go now, Miss Adams?”

But she wasn’t done humiliating me.

“Tie her to the wing!” she barked.

“If you love Jason so much, then join us on our date.”

I was strapped beneath the aircraft.

To amuse herself, Chloe ordered the flight instructor to pull sharp climbs and spins midair.

My arms couldn’t withstand the strain—both shoulders dislocated.

My body slammed into the fuselage again and again, ribs fracturing, organs bruised and bleeding.

Only when the fuel was nearly gone did the helicopter finally descend roughly onto Bermuda Island.

I was hurled onto the sand, coughing up blood.

Jason stood there on the beach, smiling to welcome Chloe—completely ignoring me.