The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 The Trap Turns

Gianna made a quick decision. She had to get out of the warehouse.

But it was too late.

With a loud bang, the metal door was kicked open. Three fierce–looking men stormed inside.

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The one with a scar across his check spotted Gianna, and his eyes lit up. “Well, look what we’ve got here. What a pretty little thing,” he sneered.

His eyes roamed over her like a predator sizing up his prey.

Gianna forced herself to stay calm and stepped back a few feet. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m the younger daughter, Gianna! I’m not Amelia.”

She was only trying to buy time–hoping they’d realize who she was and wouldn’t dare to touch her.

The scar–faced man sneered as he walked closer. “Don’t care who you are. You came through that door- no one leaves untouched. My buddies and I deserve a little fun.”

Gianna panicked. She grabbed a metal rod from the floor and held it in front of her. “Stay back! My brothers will be here any second!”

The man laughed harshly. “Fiery little girl, huh? I like that.” He snatched the rod right out of her hands and reached for her clothes.

Gianna fought back desperately. “No! You’ve got the wrong person! Your target is Amelia! Not me! Stop it!”

Smack!

Gianna swung the metal rod wildly, but a hard slap landed across her face. The burning pain made her vision blur for a moment.

What a jerk!

It hurts so bad!

The scarred man grabbed her chin and glared down at her. “Bitch! You dare fight back? You’ll be crying for mercy soon enough.”

Gianna fell to the ground, one cheek swelling up like a balloon. Even so, she gasped out, “Uriah sent you all! You’re supposed to kidnap Amelia! Not me! I’m the one who paid you! How could you do this to me! Arghhhh!”

Before she could finish, someone yanked her hair from behind. Her scream echoed through the warehouse.

Outside, Amelia stood in the shadows, a cold smile tugging at her lips.

So it really was Gianna. But bad people always get what’s coming to them.

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“Gianna,” she whispered, her voice icy, “you’ve schemed against me too many times. Now it’s your turn to taste your own medicine.”

After giving the little girl a few quiet instructions, Amelia turned and left.

Inside, Gianna’s screams grew louder and more desperate.

“Let me go! You monsters! I’m the heiress of the Nygards! If you touch me, my brothers will make sure you regret it for the rest of your lives!”

The scar–faced man yanked her head up by the hair and sneered. “Ms. Nygard, huh? You walked right into this yourself. It’d be a shame not to have some fun with you.”

“N–no! You’ve been tricked! It’s Amelia! That bitch set me up! I can pay you; just let me go!” Gianna cried hysterically, thrashing with all her strength. But what could one woman do against three grown men?

One of them was already grabbing at her torn dress. Gianna kicked and fought wildly, but it was useless.

“Help! Somebody help me! Marcelo! Miguel! Vincent!” Gianna’s desperate cries tore through the warehouse.

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, swallowed up by the ugly laughter of men.

Just as her clothes were about to be ripped apart-

BANG! The warehouse doors flew open with a crash.

“Gianna!” A sharp, furious voice echoed as Vincent panickedly rushed inside.

Marcelo was right behind him, shouting, “Stop!”

“Vincent! Marcelo!” Gianna’s tears poured the moment she saw them. Her clothes were torn, her body trembling. Her voice was hoarse as she cried out, “Save me! Please save me!”

The thugs, angry that their fun had been interrupted, immediately charged at them.

A brutal fight broke out.

These men were used to street brawls and fought dirty. Vincent and Marcelo took a few hits; blood streaked across their faces.

But when Miguel and Maxwell arrived, the tables turned fast.

Within ten minutes, the thugs were on the ground, beaten and groaning in pain, unable to fight back.

Miguel’s eyes turned icy as he kicked the scar–faced leader square in the chest, sending him crashing against the wall.

Vincent ripped off his jacket and wrapped it around Gianna. He held her close. His voice was low, shaking with fury. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”

His face darkened, cold rage radiating from him. He glared at the thugs, his tone like ice. “You all just signed your death warrants.”

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The scar–faced man clutched his stomach, spat out blood, and let out a twisted laugh. “Haha! She walked right in on her own. We just went along with it.”

“Shut up!” Marcelo’s fist slammed into his face, knocking him flat on the floor. His cold gaze swept over the rest of the thugs. “Who sent you?”

They exchanged nervous looks. Finally, one of them, shaking all over, spoke up. “I–it was a woman. She said if we ruined the Nygards heiress, she’d pay us.”

“Amelia?” Vincent’s fists clenched tight, rage burning in his eyes.

Gianna instantly grabbed his sleeve, tears streaming down her face. She cried pitifully and accused, “Yes! It was her! Amelia called me and told me to come here! She wanted to destroy me! She hates me!”

Miguel’s voice turned cold as steel. His glare shifted to Marcelo. “Amelia? She dared to do this? Marcelo, we have to find out the truth.”

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