Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2206

As night fell, fierce winds swept over the pitch-black skies, pressing down heavily on the endless sea. The surging waves hinted at an impending storm, with all life rising and falling as though it could be consumed, crushed, and destroyed at any moment.

Waves crashed against the beach on Rose Island.

Alyssa didn't have time to change out of her fiery red dress before scrambling into the helicopter parked on the shore. Though she had regained some energy, her body remained weak. But she knew she couldn't afford to hesitate.

Jameson hadn't come with her next tranquilizer shot tonight. This was her one chance to escape!

The memory of flying a helicopter was faint, buried in the past, but she had to try. She had to fight with everything she had, even if it meant death.

Alyssa slipped into the cockpit, her breath caught in her throat. The red dress she wore was soaked in cold sweat. She checked the fuel gauge, started the ignition, and the helicopter's blades began to rotate.

"Alyssa Taylor, you will leave this place. Hang in there... You can do it!" she muttered, clenching her teeth as she gripped the control stick, her knuckles turning white.

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Jameson, pale-faced, screamed her name as he sprinted toward the helicopter.

Alyssa's gaze locked onto him, cold and unyielding. Her reddened eyes burned with a hatred deeper than the stormy seas.

"Goodbye, Jameson!"

As the helicopter lifted off the ground, three shots rang out behind her. The sound of the waves and the roar of the helicopter drowned out the gunfire, but a bullet whizzed past Alyssa's head, shattering the windshield.Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org

Jameson's eyes widened in terror. "No! Stop!" he yelled.

Staring at the bullet hole, memories of that brutal shootout on the Luminara battlefield flooded back, sending her heart racing and her body trembling. But she tightened her grip on the control stick, her desperation to escape overcoming all fear.

Another three shots followed, cold and ruthless, as if they intended to end her life right there.

But the bullets missed Alyssa. Instead, they struck the helicopter's engine. Fuel began to leak, and error lights blinked furiously on the cockpit screens.

"Damn it! Asshole!" Alyssa cursed, pounding on the windows in frustration.

The propellers slowed to a stop, and everything fell silent.

Only the sound of waves continued. It was as if the waves were mocking her at her failed escape attempt.

Jameson slumped over, drained of energy. Despite this, he glared furiously at Remy, who approached with an emotionless expression.

He knew Remy had fired to stop the helicopter, but had he considered that Alyssa could have died if his aim had been off?

Remy walked to the cockpit door and opened it forcefully. Inside, Alyssa sat like a fragile doll, her eyes staring vacantly ahead, tears streaming down her face.

Remy's dark eyes met hers. "Come out."

Alyssa's gaze shifted to him. She heaved, struggling to catch her breath, her face pale as death. Traumatized, she was catatonic and unable to move.

She stared blankly at Remy, her lips parted slightly, tears streaming down her face.

Remy frowned deeply. He leaned into the cockpit and, with his strong arms, lifted Alyssa's limp body in a princess carry.

"Put me down..." she muttered, her fingers curling into weak fists as she tried to push against his chest.

Remy's gaze remained indifferent. Then, suddenly, he loosened his grip.

Alyssa's heart seized in panic. She squeezed her eyes shut and curled up in his arms.

Remy's hold tightened once again, securing her in his arms. Only then did Alyssa realize he had just been trying to scare her.

"I want to go home," she whispered.