NovelUSAChapter 548 Citrine seemed deeply resistant-after what I said, her face turned ashen. She wanted nothing more than to draw a clear line between herself and our family.
As Monica spoke, Hilda's expression grew darker, her mood visibly shaken.
"You shouldn't have said those things to her," Hilda said, voice tight.
Monica looked confused, as did the rest of the Saunders family.
Hilda paused for a moment, then explained, her tone softer but heavy with meaning. "Citrine can't empathize with me—or maybe she just refuses to. That child's life has been far harsher than mine. Her heart is heavier, her pain deeper. To ask someone who's already been through so much to share another person's grief... it's just too cruel." Monica and Wade immediately recalled the words they'd spoken to Citrine that day. Both went pale as ghosts.
Hilda knew it wasn't entirely their fault. After a moment's silence, she decided to share what Raymond had confided in her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You all know by now that Citrine never had it easy living with the Iversons. But what you probably don't know is that when she was just eleven, they sent her away to Mirage Cay." "What? Mirage Cay?" Herschel's eyes widened in shock. He slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet. Everyone in Crestwood knew about Mirage Cay. Even the elite families would shudder at the mention of that name.
Back when Herschel ran C. Corp, he and several company elders had traveled to Magnolia for business. During that trip, one of the elders was kidnapped.
For seven days and seven nights, Herschel and the others were on edge, calling in every favor, exhausting every connection. Not a single clue emerged.
Then, on the eighth day, the missing elder was returned.
But not whole.
He cback in a black duffel bag.
Herschel and the others had just returned to their suite when they spotted the bag lying in the middle of the spacious living room.
Hope surged-perhaps they'd found him alive. They hurried over and unzipped the bag.
The sight inside made grown men scream. Scollapsed onto the floor; others couldn't keep from retching.
It wasn't a person inside, not really. Just pieces.
After they'd emptied their stomachs and braced themselves as best they could, they covered their mouths and noses, forcing themselves to look again, needing to know if it was Lange.
When they saw the familiar round head, their eyes turned red with grief.
That's when someone noticed a card tucked inside the bag.
At first, they thought it was carelessly left evidence, a clue from the perpetrators. They slid it into a laptop, hands trembling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat they found made them wish they'd never looked, but they forced themselves to keep watching.
It was a series of videos.
From start to finish, the footage documented every torment Lange suffered after being taken.
The brutality was unimaginable. No matter how much he begged for mercy, his captors were unmoved.
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In the videos, masked men mentioned their location-Mirage Cay. That's how Herschel first learned of the place. By now, Mirage Cay had been around for nearly two decades.
Over the years, heirs of wealthy firms had vanished into that hellhole, never to be seen again.
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And as the tragedies mounted, so too did the whispers-until nearly om everyone with something to lose knew the nMirage Cay and dreaded it.
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