The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 361

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**

**Chapter 361: Who Are You?**

“No, I’m not stopping here. Just sit tight. I’ll take you where you need to go.”

His voice was a sharp contrast to the tranquil surroundings, and Amelia could feel the tension crackling in the air. The isolation of the mountains only amplified the gravity of the situation. She shivered at the thought that if he chose to act, there would be no one around to intervene.

Immediately, she noticed the chilling shift in his tone, a clear indication that he had no intention of letting her leave. The calm demeanor she had maintained began to fracture, replaced by a steely resolve that sent a shiver down her spine.

“What if I say I’m getting out anyway?” she challenged, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

He let out a derisive laugh, a sound devoid of warmth. “Heh. If you really want off, I’ll stop.”

In that moment, the facade of kindness melted away, revealing the true nature lurking beneath.

Without warning, he slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching in protest. He turned his gaze toward her, and for the first time, she could see the ugly sneer twisting his features.

“I stopped. So what now? Without me, you’ll be trapped in these mountains.” His voice dripped with malice. “At night, there are snakes, bugs, rats, and even wild animals. Be smart and listen to me.”

He leaned closer, his breath foul and menacing. “If you behave and make me feel good, I’ll ensure you get out safely. How does that sound?”

He was a predator, and she was the prey, but he underestimated her. He thought he had her all figured out—just another spoiled city girl, soft and clueless. His plan was simple: toy with her for a while, then sell her off to some wealthy local, pocketing a tidy sum in the process. To him, it was a perfect scheme, and today seemed to be his lucky day.

What he didn’t realize was that luck had already abandoned him. Amelia was far from the fragile girl he imagined.

“I’ll show you in a minute,” she replied, her voice low and dangerous.

She refused to waste her breath arguing with someone so beneath her. With a fierce determination, she launched herself into action without a second thought. Each strike was precise, powerful, and shockingly accurate.

The middle-aged creep never anticipated that a girl with such delicate features could unleash such ferocity. Panic set in as he staggered back, trying to evade her relentless assault. Fear twisted his face as he gasped, “You… who are you?!”

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