Chapter 3 Lila didnt go overseas ? What about my parents ? The whole family ? If theyre still in town , how could they not see the livestream ? How could they not come to save me ? I didnt care about the kidnappers looming behind me .
I clawed at the ground , dragging myself over to where my phone lay .
With my mangled fingers , I opened the photo Lila had sent the one of their supposed trip to Hawaii .
I zoomed in .
Then zoomed in again .
And there it was .
Clear as day .
The buildings in the background werent in Hawaii .
They were right here .
The city beach .
From behind me , one of the kidnappers let out a twisted laugh .
Ha ! Your parents never went anywhere .
Theyre hiding , like the cowards they are ! They dont want to save you.
They dont care about you ! I felt something snap inside my head .
The truth hit me like a freight train , so terrifying I couldnt dwell on it for even a second .
With whatever strength I had left , I crawled to the phone still broadcasting the livestream .
My blood- and tear streaked face filled the screen as I screamed into it : Dad ! Mom ! Its me , Charlotte ! Cant you see me ?! My fingers are gone .
Im in so much pain .
Im dying .
Are you really not going to save me ?! 07:13 Fingerprints of Betrayal 1.5 % Chapter 3 Im your daughter ! Your real daughter ! The comments exploded .
[ This is breaking my heart .
I cant take it .
) [ Im her dad now .
You sick bastard , let the girl go ! Ill pay the ransom ! ] [ Im her mom ! Take Lila instead and let her go ! ) [ Were ALL her parents ! Name your price and let her go ! ] The internet was full of strangers claiming to be my parents .
But my real parents ? They never showed up .
From the day I returned to their house , all theyd ever given me were cold stares and disdain .
If I was happy , theyd scold me for stealing from Lila .
If I was sad , theyd say I ruined the mood .
And yet , the pull of blood ties still made me yearn for their love .
I was foolish enough to believe , deep down , they loved me too .
The kidnapper ended the livestream with a click , sealing my fate with a cruel finality .
Your parents arent coming for you , kid .
I clamped my hands over my ears , shaking my head .
My voice was barely a whisper .
No … They just havent seen it yet … The kidnapper yanked me by the hair , shoving my phone in front of my face .
His tone was mocking , dripping with pity .
Pathetic .
You really are .
A kid nobody wants .
Face it , kid this is your life .
Then my phone buzzed .
It was a new video .
From Lila .
In the video , my family was on the beach , lighting fireworks .
07-13 Fingerprints of Betrayal 1.8 % Chapter 3 Under the glow of the sparklers , they laughed and clinked their glasses together , toasting Lilas birthday .
And in the corner of the shot ? Tossed carelessly on the table was a phone playing my livestream .
My cries , my suffering , echoing faintly in the background .
No one paid it any attention .
Lila quickly deleted the video , but not before sending me one last message : Oops , wrong video ! Dad told everyone to pretend they didnt see you , though .
So just do the same, kay ? Oh wait , doesnt matter if you see it or not .
Youre nothing but a filthy little rat , Charlotte .
And youre going to die in the gutter where you belong .
I collapsed onto the floor , trembling so violently I could barely breathe .

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Blood poured from my But no tears came .
My red fingers , pooling beneath me .
es ! had run dry .
The kidnapper crouched down next to me , his voice low and coaxing , like a devil tempting a soul .
Why dont you hate them ? Look at them , having the time of their lives while youre here , bleeding , suffering alone .
If I were you , Id drag Very last one of them down to hell .
He shoved a remote into my trembling hand .
All it takes is one press of this button , he said , his eyes glinting with fury .
And the footage of Roger Quinn torturing and killing my daughter will be uploaded everywhere.
His career , his life gone .
Hell regret every second of ignoring you .
The kidnapper leaned in close , his voice almost a growl .
I want Roger Quinn to die .
And I want it to be at the hands of his real daughter .