“I won’t argue… please, get off my hand…”
Chloe pressed harder.
“And why did you steal my helicopter? Out of jealousy, wasn’t it?”
Her heel still pinned me down.
I took a deep breath and forced out the words she wanted to hear.
“Yes… I was jealous that Jason likes you. I wanted to steal your helicopter so you two couldn’t go on your date…”
The moment I said it, Chloe threw back her head in laughter, smug and cruel.
“I knew it! Jason is handsome and wealthy—of course you’re desperate to marry him.”
“But too bad for you, he’s already proposed to me. And I’m carrying his child.”
“Even if his family objects, the only woman Jason wants to marry is me.”
Grinding my teeth, I muttered, “Yes, yes… may I go now, Miss Adams?”
But she wasn’t done humiliating me.
“Tie her to the wing!” she barked.
“If you love Jason so much, then join us on our date.”
I was strapped beneath the aircraft.
To amuse herself, Chloe ordered the flight instructor to pull sharp climbs and spins midair.
My arms couldn’t withstand the strain—both shoulders dislocated.
My body slammed into the fuselage again and again, ribs fracturing, organs bruised and bleeding.