Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 187

Gwyneth’s heart plummeted in her chest, a cold dread freezing her blood.

In a panic, she lunged at the door and twisted the handle with all her strength.

It didn’t budge.

She tried again, harder this time—nothing.

The door was locked, tight, from the outside.

“Who’s there?! Open the door!” Gwyneth pounded on the thick wooden panel, her voice trembling with fear.

Silence.

No answer. The corridor beyond was eerily quiet; the waiter who’d brought her upstairs was nowhere to be seen.

She was utterly alone.

Panic surged through her. Clearly, someone wanted to do more than just dunk her in the pool—they wanted her trapped in here.

What next?

Were they planning to stage some “accident”? Or maybe set her up and have someone find her in a compromising situation?

Well. Let them try.

She glanced around the room. The huge bay windows were sealed shut. The only door was locked. Her phone had taken a dive into the pool.

This was a meticulously arranged cage—a trap waiting to snap shut.

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

Though her fingers shook from cold, she reached for the small clutch she’d instinctively clung to when she fell into the water. It was soaked, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t ruined.

She unzipped it, ignoring the wet lining, and quickly felt for the familiar rectangle wrapped in a waterproof pouch.

Her backup phone.

Did they really think she was so naïve as to have no contingency plan?

Carrying a spare phone and having an emergency contact had become a habit after everything she’d been through.

She tore open the pouch, swiped water from the screen, and, relying on muscle memory, unlocked it and scrolled to the encrypted contacts. There was only one name: Elodie.

The call barely finished dialing before Elodie answered, her voice lazy and teasing, with an undercurrent of sharpness:

“Well, well, Gwyneth darling? Calling me at this hour—miss me already?”

“Elodie!” Gwyneth’s voice was taut, trembling with adrenaline and relief. “Someone’s locked me in a guest room at Zayden’s birthday party. Third floor. I need you to get me out. And find out who did this.”

The languid tone on the other end vanished instantly, replaced by a chill that cut like a knife.

“What?!”

Elodie’s voice spiked, brimming with fury. “Which idiot thinks they can trap my Gwyneth? They’re dead. Hold tight. Give me thirty seconds.”

Elodie didn’t hang up. Gwyneth could hear a furious clatter of keys, so fast it sounded like a hailstorm.

Every second stretched into an eternity.

Gwyneth pressed her back to the door, holding her breath, straining to hear any sound from the hallway.

Why would he care so much about a secretary?

Does Gwyneth have something on him? Is she blackmailing him?

It has to be that!

Damn that woman!

The waitress shrank back, startled by Desiree’s outburst, suddenly mute.

“I’ll go deal with Zayden first. Wait for me.” Desiree’s tone was ice cold as she turned and headed toward the elevator.

Gwyneth caught every word, anger and clarity sweeping through her in equal measure.

Desiree.

She was the one pulling the strings, the one who’d ordered the door locked.

And she wasn’t done yet.

A cold, dangerous glint flashed in Gwyneth’s eyes.

If Desiree wanted to play games, she’d play them right back.

She didn’t waste a second. While Desiree and her accomplice were still distracted, Gwyneth retreated, silent as a shadow, then spun on her heel and hurried upstairs.

She had to find Bennett.

Desiree was out for blood—and she was aiming at both of them.