Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063

Chapter 1063:

The two villas were close to each other, so reaching Rhys’ place only took a short sprint.

Arriving breathless, Anika called out for Rhys from the lower floor.

After a moment with no answer, she began climbing the stairs, only for Rhys to appear, casually holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“Why are you so flustered?” he asked.

“Rhys, you have to help us!” Anika’s voice wavered, filled with desperation.

“What’s going on?” Rhys asked, his tone measured.

Anika was about to spill the whole truth, but then she remembered Eugenia’s distrust of Rhys the night before, and her words shifted at the last second.

“I don’t even know what Eugenia and I did to upset Harlee.

Harlee got her brother to target us for no reason and even barred Eugenia from returning to Uwhor!”

Anika gazed at Rhys imploringly, crafting a pitiful look. So focused was she on putting on an act that she failed to notice the subtle way Rhys avoided her outstretched hand.

Anika’s brow furrowed as she pouted.

“You’ll help us, won’t you?”

Rhys responded with a faint, enigmatic smile.

“Of course.”

Anika’s shoulders sagged in relief, her face brightening with hope. She looked at him as though he’d just saved her life.

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But her relief was short-lived. Without warning, a group of men in dark suits appeared behind her.

Alarmed, she turned toward Rhys.

“What’s going on? Are you sending them after Harlee?”

Rhys gave Anika a cold, unreadable glance.

“What do you think?”

Then, with chilling calm, he waved his hand.

“Take her.”

Before Anika could react, strong hands restrained her, tying her arms and legs with brutal efficiency.

Anika froze, her mind struggling to process what was happening. She gazed at Rhys in utter disbelief, her face morphing from startled bewilderment to profound sorrow, stung by his betrayal. It was as if every ounce of strength had been stripped from her, leaving her hollow as she stared at him.

All she received in return was icy detachment and hatred.

Anika couldn’t get it. Why did his eyes hold hatred toward her? He hated her? But just days ago, he’d murmured declarations of love while holding her close during their intimate encounters. Now, that love had soured into loathing?

The weight of Rhys’ cold gaze hit Anika like a dagger, tearing through her heart until it felt raw and exposed, bleeding from wounds she couldn’t mend. Why? What made Harlee so irresistible that he’d gamble everything for her—time and time again? And yet here she was, the one who had loved him with every part of herself, now abandoned to endure his merciless betrayal. Why?

Anika knew better than anyone how deadly the toxin Eugenia had slipped Rhys was. Without the remedy she’d painstakingly crafted, the torment of pain, suffocation, and eventual death would have been unavoidable for Rhys.

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