Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1026

Stella climbed into the car, and the driver asked, "Ms. West, where is the young master?"

Stella squeezed her eyes shut, her face dark with frustration and rage as she snapped,

"Just drive! Let that miserable little crybaby rot in there for all I care!"

Seeing her furious mood, the driver didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately sped off.

Stella kept her eyes closed. Between the sheer terror and exhaustion of the previous night, she quickly drifted into a heavy doze.

Suddenly, the car slammed on its brakes hard on the winding mountain road.

Stella was thrown violently forward, slamming heavily into the back of the front seat. Her forehead wound took the direct hit.

Agonizing pain flared. The partially coagulated blood instantly burst through the white gauze, streaking down her face in grotesque rivers.

Clutching her head, Stella shrieked, "Are you trying to kill me?! Watch how you drive, you useless idiot!"

The driver stammered, trembling, "M-Ms. West... someone just rolled down from the mountain slope..."

"He's blocking the road. I don't know if he's dead or alive. I... I'll go check."

The driver was ashen. He had just been driving normally when a body suddenly tumbled out from the brush beside the road right into their path.

Frowning, Stella finally looked out the window. Sure enough, a man was lying completely motionless in front of the car, seemingly covered in blood. It was impossible to tell if he was even breathing.

The mere sight of blood now filled Stella with terrified nausea. She shoved the car door open, stumbled out, and wretched violently by the side of the road until only bile came up. Only then did she turn to look.

"Ms. West, I think he's still alive."

The driver had propped the bloodied man up. The moment Stella saw his face, an icy chill shot up from the soles of her feet.

It was the paparazzo she had hired to take photos last night. He was the same one who had taken numerous photos and videos for her in the past; they were practically old acquaintances.

Stella's face drained of whatever color it had left. Clutching her chest in terror, she backed away until she bumped into the hood of the car. Gasping for air, she stammered,

"Drag... drag him into the car."

The driver struggled to drag the heavy man, leaving a long, horrifying smear of blood on the asphalt.

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