When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1761 Stella Begs Nathaniel

Cecilia had only gotten Stella blacklisted, yet the woman was already unraveling, her panic bordering on hysteria.

"Mr. Rainsworth, I beg you, for the sake of our past relationship!" Stella pleaded desperately.

Past relationship?

Nathaniel recalled their past, his gaze filled with disgust.

"Stella, you actually have the audacity to bring that up?" His voice dropped to an

icy whisper as he took slow, deliberate steps toward her. A suffocating chill radiated from him, making Stella instinctively shrink back.

At that moment, she was truly afraid.

"I had no choice!" she blurted out, her voice trembling. "It was Mr. Nicholas-he ordered me to do it! If I hadn't obeyed, he would've taken my life!"

Nicholas again?

Nathaniel's patience with Nicholas had already worn thin. This time, he was done. Once and for all, he would make sure Nicholas was sent to a place where he could never cause trouble again.

"You fear for your life at his hands," Nathaniel murmured, his gaze sharp as a blade. "But did it never occur to you that you should fear me more?"

Stella still wanted to explain, but before she could utter another word, a car pulled up nearby. Sven and Charlotte had just finished their work for the day. As soon as the vehicle stopped, they stepped out one after the other.

“Stella!” Charlotte's voice rang out, laced with fury. Her eyes blazed with contempt as she stormed forward. "Are you trying to ruin Boss' family again? How can you be so shameless?"

Stella had long abandoned any shred of dignity. Her body trembled slightly as she forced a weak smile. "Ms. Talbot, you've misunderstood. I came here hoping that Mr. Rainsworth and Cecilia would show me mercy."noveldrama

Charlotte let out a cold laugh. "Then why didn't you show Boss some mercy back then?"

Stella lowered her head, falling into a defeated silence.

Charlotte scoffed. She had no sympathy for someone so heartless.

Turning to Nathaniel, she asked, "Mr. Rainsworth, how should we deal with this person?"

Nathaniel's voice was void of warmth as he issued his order. "Throw her out."

Cecilia had instructed him to keep Stella alive-she would deal with her personally.

"All right," Charlotte responded without hesitation, rolling up her sleeves, fully prepared to take action herself.

Just as she was about to step forward, Sven reached out and caught her hand. "Let the men handle it."

"It's okay, I'm quite strong," she said, completely serious.

Sven was momentarily speechless.

With a helpless sigh, he gently patted her shoulder. "All right, be good now."

Charlotte opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, two

bodyguards had already stepnet

forward. They each grabbed one of Stella's arms and dragged her away.

Nathaniel commanded, "From now on, make sure she doesn't come within two hundred meters of this place."

The bodyguards nodded firmly. "Yes, Boss."

Stella was unceremoniously thrown onto the bustling roadside, completely at her wit's end.

Just when she had managed to claw her way back into the glamorous life of a star, everything had crumbled once again.

But what terrified her most was the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

In the past, Zachary had cast her into a hellish place like the Elite Club.

And now, she had no idea how Cecilia would deal with her-but she was certain

of one thing: Cecilia would be far crueler than Zachary ever was.

Dragging herself to her feet, she stumbled forward, engulfed by sorrow.

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Meanwhile, Cassandra found herself in a similarly dire situation. She had already been taken into cus once-pristine appearance now shambles. Sitting disheveled in the corner, she glared at the guards with resentment.

"I demand to see my lawyer. You'd better release me quickly, or you'll regret it," she threatened weakly.

The guard stationed outside barely spared her a glance. To him, she was nothing more than a joke.

"Dad... Mom..."

In the dead of night, Cassandra could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Since young, she had lived a life of

privilege, adored like a princess. This was the first time she had falle

so

far, stripped of everything she once took for granted.

"Why couldn't it have been Cecilia who died? Why is she always so lucky? Mom!

Dad!" she wailed, her voice trembling with resentment.

She thought of Paula.

If Paula were still here, she would never have let Cassandra suffer like this.

But it was too late.