No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



The last time I saw Ernest, I was literally hanging by a thread, side by side with Yolande, suspended high above.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Beneath us was a massive pool, promising a chilling embrace with just a snap of the rope.

Down there, it wasn't just Ernest, even Conrad was cornered at the edge of the pool, held real tight by Brown's thugs.

Brown, lounging casually at the water's edge, seemed to be petting something. I was too anxious to notice the details, and my fear of heights prevented me from looking down.

"Alright, girl, both of these guys have loved you, and you've loved them back, right? But, they've both betrayed you. So, I thought, why not put them to the test? See who really loves you more," Brown taunted me with a twisted sense of amusement in his voice.

This wasn't a test; it was a sick game.

"I'm not interested. Let me down!" I demanded, my voice echoing with defiance.

But Brown ignored me, turning his attention back to Ernest and Conrad and saying, "I'm about to drop this lady here, but, oh, she'll plunge into the water. You see what I've got in my pool? They haven't been fed in a week, starving."

The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. Despite my fear, curiosity won, and I glanced downwards.

My blood ran cold. Crocodiles. The pool was teeming with them, including the creature Brown was caressing.

No wonder there was a stench in the air.

Even if the crocodiles weren't starving, I had no doubt they'd tear me apart the moment I hit the water.

Brown's twisted game was clear: use Ernest and Conrad as bait for his hungry reptiles.

"Freak, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Yolande spat out, fearlessly standing up to Brown.

Brown chuckled darkly at her defiance, "A freak, you say? That gives me an even better idea."

He looked at Ernest, a sinister gleam in his eye, "So, Ernest, up there you've got your ex and your current flame. Who do you really love? Let's find out, shall we?"

"Brown, let them go. I'll feed your damn crocodiles," Ernest said, his voice steady yet filled with underlying tension.

"Ha, looks like you love them both," Brown sneered, shaking his head. "But I want to see who you love more."

"He's done with Felicia. Obviously, he

doesn't love her. Your twisted game

is pointless," Conrad interjected, hoping to derail Brown's cruel

intentions. But his words cut deep.

"It's not about saying who you don't love. It's about proving it when push comes to shove," Brown was adamant about playing his twisted game with Ernest.

No, he wanted to play with all four of us.

Once Yolande and I were dropped, Ernest would surely try to save Yolande, and Conrad would attempt to rescue me. In the end, none of us might escape.

Brown was plotting to take everyone out in one shot, maybe except me...

Although I hadn't confirmed it yet, everything pointed to Dustin being the mastermind behind this nightmare.

Using Brown to execute this vile

plan, Dustin aimed to eliminate Ernest, leave me without hope, ruin Conrad, and thus effortlessly claim the Wagner legacy. All the while, he could openly court my affection.

A despicable scheme killing several birds with one stone.

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"Ready, everyone? The game is about to begin," Brown announced with a sinister grin, blowing a whistle n'an instant, the rope holding me gave way, and I plummeted towards the cold,

waiting jaws below.