Chapter 809

Samson was deeply troubled by the possibility that Jayson’s anxious reaction about the baby’s existence might have been a façade, designed to mislead him. He realized that Jayson had likely discovered Samson was still in the city and staged his departure on a plane as part of a deception. Acting on this suspicion, Samson abruptly ended his call and ordered an immediate departure from Bellador, unaware that Ariel had overheard the entire conversation.
Ariel’s heart raced with relief upon learning that the baby was not at the medical facility and therefore safe from Samson’s reach. She quietly retreated to her room, quickly planning her next move while Samson prepared to leave. When Samson returned later to escort her to a waiting helicopter, Ariel concealed her knowledge and followed along, hiding a shard of glass beneath her sleeve.
As they approached the helicopter, Samson grabbed Ariel’s wrist to pull her forward, but she seized the moment to attack him with the hidden glass shard, stabbing him in the back. Blood spreading rapidly, Samson staggered, and Ariel took the chance to flee toward a nearby row of cars. Despite her exhaustion and pain, she pushed herself to run, determined to escape before Samson’s men could catch her.
Samson, though injured, commanded his men to bring Ariel back unharmed, confident she wouldn’t get far due to their tight control of the area. As Ariel’s strength waned and she collapsed on the grass, she refused to give up. Just as she struggled to rise again, a loud whirring sound filled the air, and she looked up to see an aircraft she had helped design, leaving her stunned and momentarily frozen.
Chapter 810
Samson couldn’t help but find his subordinate’s words utterly ridiculous, especially since the baby was the linchpin of his entire scheme. The child was central to everything he had planned.
When he had first brought up the baby’s existence to Jayson, the man’s anxious and almost desperate reaction had seemed genuine—like he was eager to retrieve the child immediately. That reaction made it clear: the baby had to be there, somewhere.
A shadow crossed Samson’s face as a troubling thought struck him. What if Jayson’s shock and worry were nothing but a façade? What if the man had been pretending all along? The possibility unsettled him deeply.
The realization hit him like a thunderclap. Jayson must have been buying time because he had discovered that Samson was still hiding somewhere within the city limits.
Samson’s expression turned grim as the truth settled in. If that was the case, then Jayson’s supposed departure on a plane was likely staged too, just another part of the elaborate ruse.
Without another word, Samson ended the call and quickly dialed a new number. “Prepare the plane immediately. We’re leaving Bellador right now!” he ordered sharply.
Unbeknownst to him, Ariel was hidden behind a tall potted plant nearby, having overheard the entire conversation.
Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest.
The baby wasn’t at the medical facility. Samson’s men had failed to find her. That meant the child was safe—completely out of Samson’s grasp.
A wave of relief washed over Ariel, flooding her with newfound courage and determination.
Before Samson could turn around, she slipped away silently, retreating to her room. She forced herself to think quickly, trying to map out her next move.
There was still a little time left. Samson’s men would need some minutes to prepare the plane.
About forty minutes later, Samson reappeared at the door. His face was calm, his voice steady. “Plans have changed. We’re leaving Bellador today. Let’s go—our ride is ready.”
He offered no further explanation.
He couldn’t risk telling Ariel the truth. All he needed was for her to contact the Croinian officials and confirm her resignation soon. Once they reached Durosaro, it wouldn’t matter anymore—even if she found out that Jayson and the baby were safe.
Ariel kept her expression neutral, carefully masking any hint of knowledge. She nodded quietly, having already slipped her hidden phone into her pocket.
Outside, a helicopter waited on the sprawling lawn.
Its propellers roared loudly, whipping fierce gusts of wind across the yard, rustling leaves and sending dust swirling.
Ariel walked slowly toward the aircraft. Samson glanced at her sharply, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.
She frowned deeply, struggling to free her hand, but his grip was ironclad. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break away from the strength of a young, healthy man like Samson. He kept pulling her steadily toward the helicopter.
With everything in place, Samson escorted Ariel onto the helicopter, her face cold and unreadable.
Standing beside the aircraft, Samson finally released her wrist. “It’s safe. You should get in first.”
Ariel’s voice was calm, almost emotionless. “You go first and pull me up.”
He nodded in agreement without protest and turned to climb the steps.
That was the moment Ariel chose to strike.
From beneath her sleeve, she pulled out a long shard of glass wrapped carefully in a towel. Without hesitation, she drove it deep into Samson’s back.
Her actions were swift and expressionless, precise and determined.
Blood spread rapidly across his shirt, staining the fabric a vivid crimson. Samson winced, staggered, nearly losing his balance.
In those few critical seconds, Ariel spun around and dashed toward the row of parked cars nearby. The keys were still inside one of them.
Her plan was to escape while Samson’s men were distracted, tending to his injury. She pushed herself to run harder, ignoring the burning in her lungs and the pounding of her heart as if it might burst.
Clutching the helicopter door to steady himself, Samson’s eyes burned with pain and frustration. “Bring her back. But don’t hurt her,” he ordered quietly.
He was confident Ariel wouldn’t get away. He hadn’t mentioned the men stationed on every street surrounding the area.
Ariel’s legs began to falter, her strength fading fast. Every muscle screamed in protest, threatening to cramp. She wiped the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, unwilling to give in.
Finally, exhausted and frail beyond what she thought possible, she collapsed heavily onto the grass. Despite the sharp pain coursing through her body, she struggled desperately to rise again, to keep running.
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A wave of helplessness washed over Ariel, but she refused to surrender.
Just as she fought to push herself upright once more, a loud whirring sound filled the air above her.
She looked up, startled, and immediately recognized the aircraft—a model she had personally helped design.
For a moment, she stood frozen, stunned and bewildered by the sight.
The chapter closes on a tense and emotional note, capturing the fierce determination and desperation that define Ariel’s struggle. Despite the overwhelming odds and the physical toll on her body, her spirit remains unbroken, fueled by the hope that the baby is safe and the resolve to protect her at all costs. Samson’s calculated moves and cold control contrast sharply with Ariel’s raw courage and vulnerability, underscoring the high stakes and complex dynamics at play.
In this moment of near capture and collapse, the unexpected arrival of the aircraft Ariel helped design offers a glimmer of hope amid the darkness. It symbolizes the possibility of rescue and the strength born from her own ingenuity and resilience. The chapter leaves readers suspended in a breathless pause, reflecting on the power of determination, sacrifice, and the unyielding fight for what truly matters.
The next chapter promises to plunge deeper into the tense chase unfolding around Ariel’s desperate escape. As she battles exhaustion and the tightening grip of Samson’s men, the sudden arrival of the familiar aircraft adds a thrilling twist that could shift the balance of power. Readers will be drawn into the heart-pounding uncertainty of whether this unexpected intervention will be a lifeline or yet another complication in Ariel’s perilous journey.
Emotions will run high as Ariel faces not only physical danger but also the weight of her choices, her determination tested to the limit. Meanwhile, Samson’s resolve and the true extent of his plans remain shrouded in shadow, hinting at a complex web of deception and control. The next chapter is set to deepen the intrigue, leaving readers eager to uncover who truly holds the upper hand in this deadly game.