CHAPTER 265: CAPTIVE’S DESPAIR

Closing her eyes for a while, the pain in her head grew even more intense. Wen Nuan pursed her lips and opened her eyes again. It seemed to be an abandoned junkyard. There were some very noisy sounds around her. Wen Nuan frowned. Thick black cloths covered the windows, blocking out the light, so the room was very dark, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night.

She couldn’t help but feel terrified. Was this a simple kidnapping, or was it meant to threaten Feimo with her? She was sure she hadn’t offended anyone; it must be because of Ye Feimo. Wen Nuan’s heart pounded.

In this foreign land, how tragic would it be to die here?

And to be murdered by kidnappers—how pathetic.

Feimo, where are you?

She began to call out to Ye Feimo in her heart. When she encountered danger in A City, she also called out Ye Feimo’s name, but at that time, knowing Ye Feimo wasn’t there, she had no expectations. But now, she knew Ye Feimo was also in Rome, and naturally hoped her prince would come to rescue her.

She moved her wrist, and a sharp pain shot through it. Wen Nuan became obedient, not daring to move recklessly to avoid hurting herself further.

She finally understood why heroines in TV dramas always looked so tragic when kidnapped. Trapped alone in a dark, sunless room, with no food, no water, unable to speak, and unable to do anything, the fear in her heart slowly accumulated. What else could she do besides scream and cry to vent?

Feimo, you must come and save me, you must.

Drowsily, she didn’t know how much time had passed. Finally, she heard footsteps outside, followed by men’s voices speaking in pure Italian, which Wen Nuan couldn’t understand at all.

Later, a few more people spoke English. She vaguely heard something about the Mafia, Mo Yeyan, Mo Yao, transactions, killing, and her heart went cold. What Mafia?

Was it the Mafia from her family tutor stories, ahhh...

Wen Nuan cried out in her heart. What did she have to do with the Mafia? From what these people were saying, it seemed they were dealing with the Mafia, so why did they abduct her? Growing up, the word "Mafia" only appeared in her books, in anime, in movies, having no connection to her real life.

Could Ye Feimo be part of the Mafia?

Wen Nuan hastily shook her head. How was that possible? Ye Feimo was the CEO of Anning International. Why would he be involved with the Mafia? Besides, his sister-in-law was a senior inspector in an anti-terrorist organization and had even met the U.S. President. How could their family be linked to such a terrifying organization?

The word "Mafia" was miles away from her life, two parallel lines that could never meet.

It must be her overthinking.

But why did they kidnap her?

Damn it, did they kidnap the wrong person?

For a moment, many questions and thoughts flashed through her mind, but none of them made sense. It just didn’t add up. Wen Nuan decisively thought, "They must have kidnapped the wrong person."

She should make them release her. She would explain calmly that they had kidnapped the wrong person. But wait... A scene flashed through her mind: Wen Nuan smiling politely and calmly telling a tall, burly man wearing sunglasses and exuding a "I’m the boss" aura, "You kidnapped the wrong person, I have absolutely no connection to the Mafia."

The sunglasses-wearing Mafia boss would then be displeased, wave his hand, "No use, get rid of her!"

Wen Nuan was stunned.

That’s how it always played out in movies and TV shows. Useless bystanders would definitely be silenced. So, she couldn’t let them know they had kidnapped the wrong person. On the contrary, she had to somehow tie herself to the Mafia.

Hmm, that’s it.

Otherwise, she would truly die without a burial place.

For a moment, she thought of many ways to escape, but in the end, she couldn’t think of any. In this situation, she was truly helpless. Wen Nuan didn’t know how long she had been tied up. She was cold, hungry, and her wrists ached. She didn’t know where she was, but there were always many noisy sounds continuously coming from outside. Her head already hurt, and this noise pollution made it even more excruciating, a piercing pain like needles.

Time slowly stretched and intensified her fear. Wen Nuan began to have an ominous premonition. So much time had passed. She had even gotten tired, slept, and woken up, yet nothing had changed. It was as if she had been imprisoned.

That feeling was incredibly difficult to bear.

So hard to bear.

Wen Nuan’s eyes reddened. She couldn’t break free from the iron chains and couldn’t save herself. Feimo, what should I do? What should I do? Outside, the voices had stopped; there was only the noise of what sounded like a tow truck.

Where were they?

Did they just kidnap her and leave her to fend for herself?

Even if they kidnapped someone, they should at least give them food and water. After all this time, she was starving.

Finally, she heard sounds again, then the door opened, and a blinding light streamed in. Wen Nuan almost couldn’t open her eyes. Two tall, strong men walked over, unlocked Wen Nuan’s chains, and roughly pushed her out. Their movements were not gentle at all; they were very brutal. Wen Nuan had been tied up for so long that her legs, she didn’t know which nerve was pressed, were completely numb, without any feeling.

She was pushed by a man, stumbled, and her knees buckled, causing her to fall to the ground. There were nails on the ground, which deeply pierced her palms. Wen Nuan whimpered, her eyes reddening from the pain, blood continuously flowing from her palms.

The man mercilessly lifted her, as easily as an eagle lifting a chick. As she was pulled, Wen Nuan pulled out the nails and looked around. This was a junkyard, an abandoned car lot.

She was still taped up, unable to say a word, and was forced onto a truck.

The man threw her into the truck, causing Wen Nuan to feel dizzy and almost faint. The two men were too brutal. Her forehead was injured from the impact. After being thrown in, her hands were handcuffed again.

The man closed the truck door. Wen Nuan lay on the truck, trying hard to see who it was. She only saw two very handsome faces.

After just a glance, everything went dark again.

It was such a pity for such handsome men to be assassins. Wen Nuan thought, finding humor in her predicament. Having her mouth taped was truly unbearable; she couldn’t say anything. There were several large boxes in the truck, she didn’t know what they contained. Wen Nuan looked outside and only saw a bunch of numbers she couldn’t understand.

The truck started!

She was happy inside. "Great, finally leaving the junkyard!" The noise was unbearable, so leaving early was wise.

Ye Feimo, why aren’t you here yet?

Feimo, where are you?

If you don’t come soon, your wife is going to die, wuwu... But Rome isn’t Feimo’s territory, is it?

Wen Nuan was disappointed. Her heart sank into an abyss, cold and dark.

In her entire life, she had never been this scared.

She didn’t want to die, not at all.