
The heavy rain pounded against her body, seeping into her bones as she lay on her back, eyes closed, and facing the dark sky. Her eyelids fluttered before snapping wide open. Her chest heaved, rising and falling rapidly, as if she had just surfaced from a nightmare.
She pushed herself into a sitting position, her head swivelling as she took in her surroundings. Trees surrounded her, the relentless downpour drenching her. She had no idea where she was. She struggled to remember how she had ended up here. She had been chased. Fragmented images of her fight for survival flashed through her mind. She had fallen down a slope, hit her head, and lost consciousness. Reaching back, she winced as her fingers pressed against the throbbing pain at the back of her head—proof that she had indeed hit it. But her head wasn’t the only source of pain. A sharper, deeper agony burned in her upper arm. She remembered now—the bullet had grazed her. "Ah," she grunted as a sharp pain shot through her skull. She tried to piece together more memories, but they remained shrouded in fog. Gripping her head, she attempted to ease the pounding sensation threatening to split it open, but nothing helped. A groan of agony escaped her lips as the pain intensified, and just like that, she collapsed again, losing consciousness. --- Her eyes snapped open, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. She stared up at the wooden ceiling, her breath unsteady. The surroundings were unfamiliar. Her gaze shifted, taking in the wooden walls and floor. Where was she? She struggled to recall. She had been in the forest before she collapsed. Some memories were clear only recent ones. But the older ones… they were missing. The more she tried to dig, the worse the pain in her head became. Pushing herself upright, she scanned the room. She was alone, but someone had clearly brought her here. Staggering to her feet, she walked toward the window and peered outside. The area was quiet, the sky overcast with heavy clouds. Not far from the cabin, a river flowed steadily. She turned sharply when she sensed a presence. The room had no door, and in the doorway stood a woman with brown skin, her hair cropped short in a crew cut. She wore a plain T-shirt and jeans. The woman’s eyes widened when she saw her. She blinked, then called out, "Natalie!" A voice responded from another room. "What?" The woman added "She came back from hell. How am I supposed to believe this?" The sound of rushed footsteps echoed, and suddenly, two more women appeared at the doorway. One had light brown skin and curly hair tied into a messy ponytail, wearing shorts and an oversized shirt. Natalie glanced at Belle. "Is this what they mean by ‘bad bitches die hard’?" They were shocked. When they had found her, she had been in a terrible state—her head injury was severe. Given their circumstances, they hadn’t risked taking her to a hospital. Instead, they had removed the bullet, cleaned her wounds, and given her antibiotics, leaving her to fight for her life. Three days had passed. They had thought she wouldn’t wake up. Yet here she was, alive, though visibly weak. Another girl stepped into the room, her face set in a deep frown. Her tattoo-covered hands gripped plastic bags filled with supplies. "You don’t feel in danger anymore? Took you long enough to open up," she complained, irritation clear in her tone. Only after meeting Natalie and Belle’s eyes did she realize why they had been distracted. Natalie took one of the bags from her and patted her shoulder. "How would we survive without you? We’ll always be thankful. Did anyone follow you?" Erica didn’t answer immediately. Stepping further inside, she glanced at the patient. She tried to maintain her composure, but the moment their eyes met, a chill ran down her spine. Turning to Natalie and Belle, she muttered, "What are we going to do with this assassin? We can’t keep her here, or everything we’ve worked for will go to waste." Despite her words, the patient had yet to move. She simply stared at them, confused and wary. "Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse. "Who are you?" "We saved you," Natalie replied calmly, taking a seat on a nearby wooden chair. Crossing her legs, she added, "You didn’t look like you’d make it, but I guess you had unfinished business." Belle stepped closer. Natalie and Erica tensed. How could she be so reckless? Standing that close to a monster like her? Belle’s expression darkened. "You might not know us, but that doesn’t apply to us. The whole world knows who you are. A murderer. You killed government officials and went on the run after they tried to extradite you back to your country." The patient’s fists clenched. She didn’t remember that. Those memories—those accusations—were buried in the fog. She knew she was wanted, but to be a murderer? To have killed officials? Her heart pounded. "What else do you know about me?" Her voice wavered slightly. Natalie and Erica inched forward, bracing themselves. Belle, however, smiled. "Relax. We’re not turning you in. We’re in the same boat. At least, I am. Meeting you feels like… fate? Whatever. I don’t hate this." "What’s wrong?" Erica snapped. "Thinking about killing us after we saved your ass?" The patient’s gaze shifted toward her, then back to the tranquil river outside. "I… don’t remember anything," she admitted. "I can’t remember." Silence settled over them. Belle’s eyes widened. "What do you mean? You have amnesia?" "It’s possible," Natalie murmured. "She had a pretty nasty head wound." The patient exhaled. "I don’t know why you saved me, knowing who I am. But I have nothing to offer you. I only remember being chased by the police before I fell." "This bitch can’t be serious!" Erica scoffed. "She just forgot her sins? Just like that?" "We didn’t save you for anything," Natalie said firmly. Belle interjected, "Actually, we did. Join us. We’ll help you get your memories back, and—" "Isabelle," Natalie cut in. "We need to talk." The three women stepped out to discuss their situation. Inside, the patient remained still, gathering her thoughts. She raised her trembling hands, staring at them. Had she truly killed innocent people? She had no idea. But one thing was certain—she wasn’t a good person. When the girls first walked in, her instincts had screamed at her to eliminate them if they became a threat. She turned when she felt their presence behind her. The three women had returned. Isabelle cleared her throat. "Like I said, we were on the run when we found you—except for Erica. Natalie’s situation is a little different. You don’t remember, but you’re from Hong Kong. You came to the U.S., caused some havoc, and now you’re being hunted. The point is, we’re all wanted here." Hong Kong? It wasn’t surprising—she could tell she was different from them—but the idea of coming to a foreign country for crimes felt unreal. "You have your reasons for running. So do we," Isabelle continued. "Like I said, join us, and we’ll help you regain your memories. But you have to help us too." "What can I possibly do for you?" she asked. "And how will you help me?" Isabelle exchanged glances with her companions. They hadn’t exactly thought that part through. What they needed from her was her strength and skills. As for how to help her… they had no idea. "You can’t survive alone," Isabelle said. "Sticking together will make things easier. Don’t you think?" Erica scoffed, frustrated. "I get why Isabelle wants you in. But let’s be real—you need us more than we need you. Stop pretending otherwise." The girl lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Erica. For a moment, Erica’s heart skipped a beat—she had the unsettling feeling that she was being assessed, as if she were prey. Then, in a polite tone, the girl asked, "What do they call me? My name?" "Agatha Lee." She let the name sink in. "Agatha," she murmured. Then she turned back to them and said, "I'm in."Related Chapters
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The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing in the silent, dark room. After turning on the switch, she moved her eyes across the familiar space—everything was just as she had left it. A wave of relief swept over her, and she took a deep breath, though it wasn't enough to calm the nerves she had been dealing with for the past four days since her poisoning incident. Ever since she was poisoned, she had been on edge, especially because the culprit had yet to be captured. She worked as a bartender at one of the nightclubs in the city, and her shift had just ended. Feeling exhausted, she decided to take a shower. Then, the table phone rang. In that quiet room, where she lived alone, the ringtone sounded louder than it should have, almost making her jump. Hesitantly, she reached for it and picked up, listening. "You didn’t think you could hide from me, did you, Lin Lijun?" She heard a deep voice in the Thai language, laced with amusement, which instantly turned her blood cold
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Her mind was restless, but no matter how hard she thought, none of the questions had an answer. Her heart almost leaped from her chest when the sound of the door opening filled the room. When she looked at the door, there was a girl with golden-brown skin and curly hair tied in a bun. She was wearing a uniform that identified her as a nurse. Lijun quietly sighed with relief. "You've woken up. How do you feel?" the nurse asked with concern and relief. She seemed like a foreigner, but her speech was fluent. Lijun nodded. "I am fine. When will I be discharged?" The nurse raised her eyes in surprise. She had just woken up after surgery, and even now, her body had multiple wounds. Yet, the first thing she asked after waking up was about her discharge. "After the doctor approves it." After checking on her, the nurse carried her tray and left the room. When she stepped outside, she gasped, startled by the unexpected presence of someone just outside the door. A teenage girl in a school
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Lian opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. For a moment, he thought he might be dreaming and started to drift back into sleep when a sharp unease crept in. He sat up slowly, his hand throbbing from the IV tube connected to it. A nurse, adjusting the line beside him, looked up as he watched her in confusion. "How do you feel?" she softly asked. Lian’s voice rasped with confusion, "Why am I here?" His mind was still foggy, but flashes of memory started piecing together. The club. No, the car with Celine. Then… the ambush. He glanced around, his pulse quickening. Where was she? "Your friend brought you in after you passed out from gas poisoning," the nurse explained. "You’re lucky it wasn’t worse." He gave her a strange gaze. Friend? Who? Lian’s thoughts scrambled. He remembered fainting, but everything after that was a blur. Was Celine okay? Before he could ask more, a woman approached the bed, clearly not a doctor. She had an edge to her look—short honey-colored hair, jeans,
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BAD HEROINES 7. She Was Dangerous
The rider, clad in a sleek black jumpsuit and reflective helmet, moved with the assured grace of someone who knew she was in control. Even without seeing her face, Lian could sense it—it was a woman. One look at the customized bike and the way she dressed, he had a good guess who it might be. He smiled faintly, though wariness lingered behind his eyes. The woman reached out, handing him a spare helmet without a word. A flicker of recognition sparked within him, and without hesitation, he grabbed it, slipping it on before hopping behind her. She revved the engine, and the bike shot forward, leaving Jake and his men scrambling to their car, cursing as they tried in vain to catch up. Within seconds, the city blurred around them as she wove through traffic effortlessly, the wind whipping past them. By the time they reached the outskirts, Jake and his crew were nothing more than a memory. The bike skidded to a stop outside a quiet restaurant, and Lian dismounted, still reeling from
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She moved cautiously down the narrow corridor, her footsteps nearly silent under the dim, flickering lights. She passed door after door, the numbers blurring until she reached the one she sought—304. Sliding the key card before entering. The door closed behind her with a quiet click, sealing her in the stillness of the room. The moment she pocketed the card, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at the screen. An unknown number. Without a second thought, she tossed the phone onto the table, hoping to ignore whatever it was. Ever since she survived the poison, she had lived on the edge, wary of every step she took. The how and why of it gnawed at her constantly. She hadn't found the culprit, didn't know how they slipped the poison into her life, or what twisted motive lay behind the attack. But then the phone buzzed again. This time, a message. 'You won’t hide forever, Lin Lijun. They will know about you' Lijun’s heart stuttered. Her fingers tightened around the phone
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Her eyes fluttered briefly before snapping open, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She scanned the unfamiliar room, her gaze locking onto the IV tube attached to her hand. She was in a hospital gown. The last thing she remembered was being in that hotel room—a trap, she realized now, expertly set. Her brow furrowed. Whoever was behind it hadn’t wanted to kill her right away. They wanted her alive for something worse. But who was it? The thought gnawed at her, an uneasy feeling tightening in her chest. She wasn’t afraid of him but the uncertainty unsettled her. She had to leave. Now. She tried to move but a sharp pain shot through her stomach, forcing a grimace. Pulling the gown aside, she saw the bandage. Of course, she thought. But if she fell into that man’s hands, this wound would be the least of her concerns. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself out of bed. She pulled the IV as she sat up, blood dripping to the floor. She ignored it, staggering toward the window, one hand
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Lijun took a step back, still clutching a shard of glass, her eyes sharp and deadly. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” she said, voice chilling. “Threatening me was your first mistake. Thinking you could manipulate me was your second.”When she smashed the bottle over his head, she acted on pure instinct, her anger flared that it drowned out all thought. The fury of being manipulated, his threats, ignited something deep within her.But as the glass shattered, realization set in, and her heart hammered in her chest. She knew she screwed herself. There would be no easy escape now. If she was going to get out of this alive, she’d have to fight—and that meant taking on the entire camp?“Now it’s your turn to pay. For every drop of blood of my comrades, and this …" He showed his three fingers. Her grip tightened. Those words confirmed her thoughts, no way without a fight. Since was the case, she should do everything she could. Her eyes glinted as she stared at Andrew, who made
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The room fell silent as Andrew uttered the name. Every pair of eyes turned to her, widening in shock. He descended the stairs quickly, his gaze locked on her. When he stopped, just a few steps away, he looked her over with a strange, almost intensity gaze.What the hell is going on…Andrew spread his arms with a crooked grin. “Well, well, well. Are you all seeing this? The infamous ‘Scupper’ herself! Terrorist, fugitive... my idol!” He pointed at her with a hand missing two fingers. “Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”Lijun stiffened. If she had to choose between getting beheaded or dealing with this, both would be a nightmare. She stole a glance at Lian; he was pale, his jaw clenched. He wasn’t just frightened; he hated this situation as much as she did.They were led to a room where they sat across from Andrew, who lounged with a smug, while a woman brought food and liquor to the table. He studied her as if he had the upper hand, savouring every moment of her discomf
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When Lijun jumped, she wasn’t sure she would survive—and truthfully, she didn’t want to. Since the day she’d awakened with no memory and the world’s hateful eyes on her, thoughts of death had become a haunting comfort. But dying was about escaping; she wanted them to think she was gone while she hid, somewhere, still breathing, beyond their reach.When she opened her eyes to find herself not submerged in water, her thoughts returned immediately to Celine’s brother, and she jolted upright from the bed. For reasons she couldn’t explain, that man haunted her. The room around her was worn, built from rough wood and clearly neglected.Nearby, a figure lay on the floor, back turned to her. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring. It couldn’t be him—could it? Whoever he was, he had to be the one who dragged her from the lake.“Why don’t you leave me alone!” she burst out, her voice with frustration.The man stirred, and his voice replied coldly, “You don’t deserve to die… nor live.” As he sat
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24. Unexpected Visitor
Evelyn arrived in front of her opulent two-story house in her stunning sports car, the engine purring as she parked in the driveway. Just as she made her way towards the entrance, the house came alive with light, causing her to freeze mid-step. Aside from the occasional maids who came and went during the day, she was the sole occupant of the residence. Her home was equipped with a high-tech security system with its unique codes, which was supposed to be known by only her. Noticing a strange situation, a sudden jolt of unease crept in her, Furrowing her brow, she retrieved her iPad and quickly accessed the security footage of her home. After scanning through several clips, she paused, her attention narrowing on one particular frame. There was something unsettling in the footage that demanded her full concentration. On the screen, a woman with brown skin lounged in a cozy living room, casually waving at the camera. She tightened her grip on her phone, suddenly feeling a wave of un
23. Finding Her
Down the hall, Evelyn moved confidently through a line of officers who glanced at her with frowns, clearly puzzled by her presence. She was young, barely an adult, and to them, looked out of place at a crime scene. They exchanged skeptical glances, but she ignored their stares, focused on her mission. Her eyes locked on the empty bed, and her heart dropped—Lijun was gone. Beside the bed stood a doctor and a middle-aged woman with short, ear-length hair, dark strands falling over half of her face. Her beauty was striking, but what caught Evelyns attention was her aura: cold, detached, and intimidating. She recognized her instantly as a detective from China, sent here to retrieve Lijun. This woman was the type who wouldn’t hesitate to act if necessary, and she knew better than to provoke her. Their eyes met, and Evelyn emotionless asked “Where’s Rochelle?” One of the officers tilted his head, seemingly trying to size her up. When it became clear they weren’t going to answer, She le
22. The Conditions
She took a slow, steady breath, her gaze drifting out over the dark water that stretched endlessly around the boat. Was this not proof enough for her situation? He intended to kill her, and no one would know. If she didn't find a way out, no one would. Five mascular men stood on the deck, arms crossed, watching indifferently as she was brought by Lian. Then he put her on the chair. She sat up, lifting her gaze to stare across the deck where Japser stood, silhouetted against the moonlight. A cold resolve settled over her. 'Fine,' She thought clenched her fists. 'If I'm the one with what you want, then you will be talking business with me. Unless you're ready to kill me and lose her in the process,' Leaning back in her chair, she fixed her eyes on him. Her voice was smooth and mocking. "You care about her, don’t you? Let’s see just how far you're willing to go. " Her words made everyone froze. They almost forgot who were dealing with due to her weakling body. But for Japser was