TRICKED INTO MARRIAGE, VOLUME 3 - Season 4 Episode 3

Samantha hurriedly tried to struggle, only to find that an iron pillar was erected at the bottom of the sea, where her limbs were firmly tied to it using thick ropes.

She could not even move!

Samantha looked to the horizon and saw that the sun had already set. The seawater was going to gradually ebb and flow when night came, and her entire body would gradually be submerged when the water level rose.

She was practically watching herself drown and suffocate. It was excruciatingly cruel and torturous to be feeling powerless in the face of fear and death.

The only person who could hate her that much was Harmony.

Had she underestimated Harmony? Could Harmony’s influence extend that far?

Based on their previous confrontations, Harmony did not seem to have such wide-reaching means. Perhaps a better way to put it was that she was unable to do such a thing in such a short period!

After all, Samantha had only been in Aharromoggh for less than a week!

Samantha did not want to die like that because she still had a baby. She raised her eyes and looked at the coast to try and find out if there were any passers-by whom she could call for help.

However, the vast beach was empty…except for a single figure.

Samantha opened her lips and wanted to call for help, but she stopped abruptly before she could shout the word ‘help’.

That man was tall and had the appearance of someone from her country, rather than a foreigner’s appearance.

In other words, he was probably from her country.

If she guessed correctly, then the one who attacked her and tied her here was him.

Rather than leaving, he watched her from there and would only go once the sea had drowned her.

He neither covered his face nor hid when she woke up, which suggested that he was not afraid to let her see him because he was certain of her death.

Samantha’s heart froze for a while.

No one could face the threat of death without feeling any fear.

Since that ‘killer’ was there, it was obvious that no one else would show up and there was no one she could call for help.

By the time anyone found out she was gone and rushed over to rescue her, it was very likely that it would already be too late.

The water level had already risen to her neck as she thought about it. She watched the waves rush toward her layer by layer and coming closer and closer. It looked as though they would cover her completely the very next second.

Samantha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to shout to the man on the shore. “Hey… Hey…”

Her voice sounded very soft along with the sound of the crashing waves but she did not give up and continued to yell at the top of her lungs.

After yelling for some time, the man finally seemed to hear her and looked up.

When Samantha saw that, she hurriedly seized the opportunity and continued to yell out loud. “Hey, Mister, I, I know that you were paid to do this. You just want to make a living, right? I can give you as much money as you want as long as you let me go!”

“And, I-I-I promise I won’t make life difficult for you. Just go back and tell your employer that I’m dead. I’ll d-dis-disappear too and make sure that no one knows my whereabouts. That way, you don’t have to bear the burden of killing someone and you can get extra money too. Isn’t t-t-that a sweet sweet deal?”

The seawater made her feel cold and she was unable to speak properly as she was trembling uncontrollably.

However, her words did not elicit any response from the man. He remained standing there with an indifferent expression and had a very dark aura all over his body.

Dark was the appropriate expression.

He was the kind of person who seemed to be shrouded in darkness even when standing in the sun.

Samantha had seen someone like him in that purgatory-like place.

Such a person was fundamentally a well-trained killer, a person that someone in the olden days would describe as willing to sacrifice his own life.

Unlike ordinary people who worked to get money, such people generally did not work for money and served only their master!

In other words, money was not the kind of thing that could impress him. The only thing that would ever sway them was an order from their master!

Samantha could not help but feel her heart sink.

She was almost 80% sure that Harmony had no such ability to employ such a person.

If Harmony was that strong, Samantha would not have been able to play her like a fiddle.

Then again, who else would want her dead if not Harmony?

She quickly searched through the list of names in her mind. Those who hated her were probably only her parents, but it was much less likely to be them because they did not have that kind of ability.

Timothy was the only one she knew to possess such means.

Her body began trembling even more the instant that name appeared in her mind.

Did Timothy…feel that way toward her?

Did he genuinely want her dead?

The seawater had covered her neck and reached her chin.

Samantha looked at the man on the shore again and shouted louder, “Since I’m going to die, could you at least tell me who did it? Let me die in peace!”

However, her words still elicited no response and the man stood there motionlessly and silently.

The seawater had reached her mouth. Samantha could no longer speak for fear that the seawater would enter her mouth as soon as she opened it.

Her eyes gradually darkened.

She could not accept her death because her new life had just begun. Her baby had yet to be born too, and she had yet to lay eyes on her baby.

However, there seemed to be no way out of it.

‘I’m sorry I can’t protect you, my child.’

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the man on the shore finally making a move. He took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and put it to his ear.

Samantha tried her best to open her eyes and look over.

The man was talking to someone over the phone.

Samantha looked at his lips carefully and managed to piece together the words he said because she had learned speechreading before.

“Mr. Barker, it’s done!”

Her pupils contracted suddenly. At that moment, her heart seemed to have been stabbed by a million needles and it was so painful that everything before her eyes was pitch black.

‘Mr. Barker.’

It was Timothy…

Was he killing her…just because she did not want to be his tool and pave the way for his love with Harmony, because she forcibly asked for half his shares when they divorced, and because she prevented him from marrying his beloved Harmony for three years?

She always knew that Timothy was cruel to those he did not love, but she never thought that he would be that cruel.

Samantha’s lips curled up in self-deprecation.

Another wave of seawater came and she closed her eyes again as tears started flowing down…

…

Back at Capital City.

20 minutes later, Rochelle’s cell phone rang and she answered it immediately.

Jonathan spoke in a low and icy voice, “Come down!”

She wondered if he brought the passport in person.

Rochelle did not have time to think about any of that. She grabbed her bag and quickly went downstairs.

Jonathan’s car was parked at the door.. She stepped forward and opened the door, but instead of going in, she stretched out her hand and demanded, “Give me my passport.”
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