Chapter 14
Camila though. Harry? How is be heret
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Harry, the man before her radiated fury is presence suffocating–e a cold–blooded serpenscoting tightly around her.
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refusing to let go.
Panic surged through Camila. She struggled intrically, but his pp was relenting like iron shackles locked around her
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His face was ghostly pale, teeth deched so tighty they locked ready to shame. He looked like a man possessed. Where do you think you’re going at this hour?”
Camila didn’t care what he was saying. She had only one thought in her mind–run. “Let go of mel
But Harry was like a beast that had lost all reason. Ignoring her desperate resistance be yanked her away from the ticket gate, dragging her with brute force
Her shoes scraped against the ground, leaving long sd marks. Her bag tumbled to the floor, its contents spelling everywhere–loose change clattering papers scattering
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The strength gap between them was overwhelming No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. She felt like a brittle leaf caught in a storm, powerless against the force pelling her under
She thought, No. I can’t go back. If the Jackson family handed me over to William. I wouldn’t make it out alive.
She had already lived through his cruelty once. That time had nearly broken her. If she fell into his hands again, there would be no esaje
A surge of desperation overtook her. She turned to the crowd at the ticket gate, her voice raw and piercing “I don’t know him! He’s a traffickert Help me-
Her cries echoed through the cavernous train station, sharp and desperate enough to make heads turn.
People hesitated. A few moved as if to intervene. But Harry cut them of with a single sentence.
“She’s my sister,” he said, his voice calm, deliberate “She had a fight with our family and is running away from home. Are you sure you want to get involved?
The hesitation in the air deepened.
Harry stood tall, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit that exuded authority and wealth. Every inch of him carried the effortless confidence of someone used to being in control. He did not look like a trafficker.
“I’m not his sister! I’m not- Camila’s voice cracked, her eyes red, tears spilling down her face.
But no one moved. Hopelessness clawed at her chest. But she refused to give in
Even if there was only the slimmest chance, she had to fight for herself–she had to drag herself out of this nightmare, no
Her gaze swept desperately y across the crowd before locking onto a woman in her fifties. Their eyes met
Hope flared in Camila’s chest. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Mom–f
The woman had been hesitating, un expression changed
unsure whether to step in. But the moment that word left Camila’s lips, her entire
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Camila clung to that flicker of hope, her voice trembling with emotion. “Mom, help me–r
The woman moved. Without hesitation, she surged forward. propelled by something deeper than reason–pure instinct.
And she wasn’t alone. Across the train station, women–young and old–turned at the sound of “Mom, help me.”
The woman reached Camila first, stepping between her and Harry. She grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away from Camila, her voice sharp and commanding “What do you think you’re doing? You’re not taking her anywhere!”
Caught off guard, Harry staggered back a step, his face twisting in frustration. This is a family matter. Stay out of it.”
But the woman didn’t budge. She shielded Camila with her body, her stance unshakable, her voice fierce. “I don’t care what it is. All I know is, my daughter is screaming for help.”
Harry’s patience snapped. His hand shot out, reaching for Camila once again.
At that moment, a swarm of women surged forward, encircling Harry.
“You look all high and mighty, but who knew you were a damn human trafficker?”
Traffickers deserve a beating! Hit him! Hit him!”
A fierce wave of maternal instinct had ignited among them. They kicked and shoved him, their anger overflowing. Any chance of him grabbing Camila again was long gone.
For the first time in her life, Camila felt protected. As she was overwhelmed, her tears fell even harder.
The older woman who had shielded her earlier patted her back gently, her voice warm and soothing. There, there, sweetheart. If you don’t want to go with your brother, then you don’t have to.”
Camila’s sobs came to an abrupt halt. Through her tear–filled eyes, she stared at the woman in shock. “You… you knew he wasn’t a trafficker?”
The woman gave her a knowing smile. That suit he’s wearing? Custom–made, at least six figures. And that watch on his wrist! A Vacheron Constantin–worth over 300 thousand dollars. No human trafficker dresses like that.”
Camila glanced toward Harry. Sure enough, he was still trapped in the middle of the enraged crowd, unable to break free. “Then… why did you help me?” Camila asked.
The woman reached out, brushing a comforting hand over her head. “Because you didn’t want to go. And even if he is your brother, he has no right to force you.
“Family isn’t about blood, just because someone is related to you doesn’t mean they’re good for you. If your so–called family only brings you pain, then they aren’t family at all–they’re just shackles, holding you back.
“You have every right to walk away. You don’t owe them anything.
“A child who is truly loved wouldn’t be this thin, this frail, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I can tell it must hay been unbearable. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be this desperate to escape.
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Camila’s tears broke free like a dam bursting. The understanding, the kindness she had begged for from her own family… she was receiving it from a stranger
Thank
you. T
Thank you…” She could barely get the words out, choking on emotion.
The woman didn’t hesitate. She pushed Camila forward. “Run, sweetheart. As far as you can. Never let the people who hurt you find you again.
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Camila met her eyes one last time before turning and bolting toward the station exit. She forgot her leg was injured. She forgot the pain. There was only one thought hammering in her mind–run
If Harry had been able to track her to Neelum City Railway Station, he could just as easily figure out she was headed for Glares City. That meant Glares City was no longer an option. Her ID was compromised. She couldn’t use it again.
She had to disappear. Even if it meant scavenging for food or begging on the streets, she would get as far away from Sancho as possible.
Behind her, she heard Harry’s voice shouting her name. She didn’t stop. This time, she would escape. The train station exit was just ahead. Hope flared in her chest.
But the moment she stepped past the gate, a large hand suddenly clamped over her nose and mouth, pressing a cloth against her face.
The sharp, chemical scent flooded her senses befor
before she could even struggle. Darkness swallowed her whole.
In the fading moments of her consciousness, she heard a voice laced with amusement. “Harry, your sister really knows how to make things difficult.”
“Take her home”
When C
Camila regained consciousness, she was in a moving car.
She barely had time to orient herself before Harry’s voice cut through the silence, cold and mocking. “Finally awake?” Her heart sank. She had fought with everything she had, but in the end, she was still caught. All her efforts… had been for nothing.
She didn’t scream
or struggle. She didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, she reached for the door handle.
“Thinking of jumping?” Harry’s voice carried a hint of amusement. “Don’t bother. The doors are locked.”
Camila turned to face him, her expression blank. “Harry, do you enjoy controlling my life? Does it make you feel powerful?”
His gaze was calm, unreadable, as if the question wasn’t even worth answering. That look. That absolute certainty that everything was within his grasp. It was the look she hated most.
Her lips curled into a cold smile. “You better keep a close eye on me. Because if Lescaped once, I can do it again.
For the first time, Harry’s expression darkened. His voice dropped to a dangerous low. “Don’t you dare.
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