Colton was head over heels, constantly showering Quinn with praise and treating her like royalty. He never missed a chance to badmouth her so-called ''wicked sister'' with pretty harsh words. Poor guy was so wrapped around her finger; it was high time he saw the real Quinn.


    ra sent off a text: [Quinn, I''ve got ra. Wannae? You can do whatever you want to do with her, it''s your call. Just know, I''d do anything for you."


    For Quinn, this was like hitting the jackpot! She wasted no time in throwingpliments Colton''s way and dashed out in her car to meet him.


    ra had picked a construction site on the outskirts, with a small, well-lit bungalow. Quinn parked her car and headed in, already plotting how to deal with ra.


    When she swung open the door, there was Colton, tied up, along with two strange men in odd get-ups. She tried to backtrack and bolt, but the door mmed shut behind her.


    Colton woke up with a cold ssh of water, only to see Quinn facing a knife. He tried to jump up, but he was tied down.


    Fear was all over Quinn''s face. "Colton, what''s going on? Didn''t you say you had ra?"


    Colton was just as baffled. One minute he was in his car, next he was out cold. He had no idea who knocked him out.


    The two guys had wigs and masks, so Colton didn''t recognize them as the ones he had hired.


    The door swung open again, and in came ra and Scarlette, both in disguise. Scarlette didn''t want to miss any of the drama, so she tagged along.


    ra marched up to Quinn, snatched the knife from the henchman, and shed Quinn''s arm. Blood trickled down and she screamed.


    "Aaah! Aaah!"


    Colton''s heart was breaking. "What are you doing?! If you''ve got an issue, take it up with me! Don''t hurt her."


    Quinn was in tears from the pain but didn''t dare move, fearing for her life. She wasn''t ready to kick the bucket yet; she still had ns to take over the Bradford family fortune and ruin ra.


    Just as she was about to plead for mercy, ra shed her other arm. Both cuts were as long as a finger and looked terrifying; Quinn almost fainted from shock.


    Colton was panicking, his face as white as a sheet, yelling, "Don''t touch her! Don''t hurt her!"


    ra''s face was hidden. She gave a sly grin and handed the knife to Quinn. She lowered her voice to a rough whisper. "Alright, Mr. Colton''s orders. Ms. Quinn, the knife is yours. Give Mr. Colton a few jabs, and maybe tonight won''t be so rough."


    Quinn shook her head, crying, "No, I won''t..."


    Her cries melted Colton''s heart even more, making him believe all his devotion was worth it. "Quinn, stab me. It''s okay, I can handle it. I love you, and I''ll prove I love you a thousand times more than Simon!"


    "Colton..." Tears streamed down Quinn''s face, but inside, she was twisted with pain. Damn, it hurt so much.


    But if she went ahead and stabbed Colton now and they got rescuedter on tonight, Colton might not stick around as her doting admirer.


    Luckily, she knew how to y this game. Crying, she slowly moved toward Colton, knife in hand.