The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 295

David’s fingers hovered for a moment.

“Let’s go. We have to find Lilly, and we need to do it fast.”

He glanced at Ella through the rearview mirror. She was in the back seat, hunched over her phone, her face pale and drawn. The usual coolness she wore like armor was gone, replaced with a fragile translucence. Her mind was clearly somewhere else.

Now, with one of them up front and the other in the back, it was like a wall had sprung up between them. They felt like strangers.

David looked away and pressed on the gas. “Alright.”

…

Lilly had been crying nonstop. She was heartbroken, tears sliding down her cheeks. But as she wept, something started to feel off.

The scenery outside wasn’t familiar. This wasn’t the way home. The road was getting emptier, lonelier.

She leaned forward, eyes on the cab driver. “This isn’t Scholar’s Road. Where are you taking me?”

The driver took off his baseball cap, revealing a scar that slashed across his face. He smirked. “Taking you somewhere fun, sweetheart.”

A jolt of recognition shot through her. She knew that face. This was the guy all over the news, the one the police were hunting—the Rainy Devil.

He only struck on rainy days. In the last month, he’d killed two college girls already.

Lilly’s whole body went cold. She realized too late she’d gotten into the Rainy Devil’s car.

She was in real danger.

“Stop the car! Now!” Her voice shook as she grabbed for the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. ]It’s locked.

She was not going to sit here and do nothing. Heart pounding, she lunged forward, grabbing for the steering wheel.

Her skin shivered in the cold air, flawless and pale under the streetlights. The sight only fueled his twisted hunger.

“Face is a mess, but look at that body,” he sneered, moving in for a kiss.

Lilly screamed. “No!” She squeezed her eyes shut, terror pulsing through her. Was this really how it would end?

Unloved because of her looks. Shamed for something she couldn’t change.

Just as she was about to break, a hand—clean, strong, long-fingered—reached out and grabbed the Rainy Devil by the back of his collar.

With one powerful pull, the pressure was gone. The Rainy Devil was yanked away from her.

The rain was coming down harder now. Lilly pulled her torn shirt closed, shaking, and looked up through wet lashes at the person who had just saved her.