Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)



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Felicia couldn't move at all!

It felt as if her feet had taken root or were nailed to the ground. She was unable to budge in the slightest. Cold sweat broke out across her back in an instant. She tried to move her hand, but her body refused to obey.

It was as though she had been thrown into a rapidly hardening pool of cement and sealed from head to toe, completely immobilized!

Why was this happening?

Fury surged in her chest as Felicia focused every ounce of her awareness on her right hand. She tried to twist her wrist to pinch herself hard. The internal struggle felt like two opposing forces pulling her from either side.

Her body seemed to be telling her to give up, that struggling was futile. Yet her

consciousness was cursing at her own body furiously.

At that moment, a young couple happened to pass by.

The woman, noticing Felicia's unusual state, approached kindly and asked, "Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You look so pale. Do you need help?"

Felicia couldn't respond. She couldn't utter a word, nor could she blink her eyes, which were now sore and bloodshot from being held open for so long.

The woman waved her hand in front of Felicia's face but got no reaction. Without hesitation, she turned to her boyfriend and urged, "Something's wrong with her! Go inside and get a doctor right now!"

"Okay. Got it!"

The man dropped his backpack and sprinted into the hospital like the wind to find help. Meanwhile, the woman stayed behind, offering Felicia words of comfort.

Felicia's gaze remained unfocused, but she could feel the warmth and kindness emanating from the woman. Her heart was touched, and her tightly wound emotions relaxed slightly. But just then, a faint, distant sound reached her ears-the jingling of a bronze bell.

The sound was haunting, almost like a curse.

Each chime seemed to form a singular, chilling phrase. "Kill her. Kill her!"

A searing pain exploded in Felicia's head as if her very soul was being torn apart. Her nerves screamed, and her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse.

"No!" she screamed internally, clenching her teeth so hard it felt like they might shatter.

But to her horror, her hands began to move uncontrollably. Slowly, they rose into the air until they wrapped tightly around the woman's neck!

Just moments ago, the woman had been gently reassuring Felicia, telling her not to worry and that help was on the way.

The next second, her feet left the ground as she was hoisted up by her neck, with Felicia's hands gripping her tightly like a vice.

"Ugh... Ugh... Let... go..."

In just a few seconds, the woman's face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then purple. Her limbs failed weakly but to no avail.

The bronze bell's chimes grew louder and more frequent in Felicia's ears, clearer and more insistent.

Her mind was filled with an overwhelming surge of malice and bloodlust as if every ounce of her being demanded destruction and death.

"No! Stop right now!"

Clinging to the last shred of clarity in her mind, Felicia bit down hard on her tongue, resulting in a sharp pain and a rush of blood in her mouth.

The bronze bell's chimes quickened as if enraged by her resistance, its hypnotic pull growing stronger, more sinister.

"Get out of my head!"

With bloodshot eyes, Felicia let out a guttural roar, summoning every ounce of willpower to release her grip.

The woman dropped to the ground as Felicia's hands fell away.

This scene unfolded just as the man returned with a doctor in tow.

"Jenny!"

The man's eyes widened in horror, and he dashed to his girlfriend's side quickly.

The doctor who followed was momentarily stunned by the sight and quickly rushed over to examine the woman. After a moment, he let out a sigh of relief. "She's okay. She's still breathing."

The woman called Jenny clutched her neck, gasping for air. Terror still clouded her face, and the bruised, darkened handprints on her pale neck stood out starkly, a chilling reminder of what just happened.