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Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 334
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Chapter 334

But Darrick slashed her cheek, and the pain was so intense that Quinn couldn't even pass out.

"Quinn, | heard Clara had you locked up in a psych ward. How sad is that? Wasn't she supposed to have your

back? You little witch, if it weren't for you, would she have blinded my eye?"

Tears streamed down Quinn's face. This guy was nuts, and she had no idea who he was.

"I don't know what you're talking about! | really don't!"

Before she could say more, Darrick grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the car window.

"Playing dumb, huh? Try remembering harder!"

Quinn was terrified, her mind spinning, and she kept shouting, "Help, help!"

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After being slammed over and over, a forgotten memory cback to her.

She remembered. Five years ago, when she was seventeen, Darrick, a classmate, had taken an interest in her.

Back then, she had just joined the Bradford family. Everyone thought she wasn't favored there and waited for her

to mess up.

Darrick was the same. When they bumped into each other at a club, he started boasting about how he liked her

and could offer her a better life.

Quinn had just been introduced to the Bradford family's world of wealth and indulgence. She felt insecure, too

timid to stand up to Darrick.

This only made Darrick more certain that she was an unloved, clueless girl just brought back home.

He spiked her drink heavily, threatening her to drink it.

Amidst the mocking laughter of others, Quinn swallowed her pride and the drink.

Then Darrick sent everyone else away, saying he was going to have his way with her that night.

Quinn begged and pleaded, but it was useless. Just when Darrick was about to get what he wanted, Clara

showed up.

The memory was so foggy. All she remembered was Clara's cold expression as she walked in, smashing a beer

bottle on the table and stabbing it into Darrick's eye.

Quinn had never seen anything so terrifying. Sure, she had a rebellious streak, but she couldn't bring herself to

do something like that. She screamed in terror.

Because of the fear, her mind had blocked out the memory. Now, as it crushing back, she felt like she was

going to throw up.

Seeing her reaction, Darrick stopped and kicked her aside.

"What's this? Finally remembering?"

Quinn's whole body hurt, and tears kept falling.

When she first joined the Bradford family, Clara had been kind to her.

But the kinder Clara was, the more jealous Quinn became. She couldn't admit it, though, because it would make

her look terrible.

It felt like she was the only one in the Bradford family who was awful and dirty.

So, she had to take everything that belonged to Clara.

As she cried, Darrick grabbed her chin.

"Why are you crying? Because your dear sister dumped you in a mental hospital with no remorse? She risked

crossingto save you back then. You seemed pretty grateful at the time."

Quinn covered her ears. "Stop it, Clara is not my sister. She's just a witch, a witch!"

Inside, she was filled with panic, fear, and resentment towards Clara.

If only Clara wasn't around in this world.