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Benjamin’s dark eyes flickered as he nced at Tonya. He then took a que from the staff and handed it to
her.
“Congrattions. This is your prize.”
Tonya looked down at the que in her hands. Written across it were the words: Bentley Mulsanne Sedan.
“Oh my God!”
Her heart nearly stopped. The Jones family had actually prepared a luxury car worth over a million dors as a prize.
The crowd erupted with envy, marveling at the family’s extravagance. Even something as casual as a raffle yielded gifts most could only dream of.
Tonya was, without a doubt, the luckiest woman of the night. As she stepped off the stage, she was met with countless envious stares.
Sydney clutched her arm, squealing. “Tonya, you’re too lucky!”
Landon and Wanda were overjoyed, practically beaming with pride for their daughter.
But in the crowd, Wendy’s jaw tightened. Watching Tonya’s smug expression made her inexplicably angry.
Why give her such a prize?
Now Tonya would definitelye unt it in her face. Nothing was more disgusting than a woman like that.
Soon, staff escorted Tonya and her family outside to view the car. Under the admiring gazes of the guests, Landon, Wanda, Tonya, and Sydney were ushered out of the ballroom.
Back inside, the ball continued. Yates took the stage, dancing and singing, his performance igniting the room with concert–level energy. Even those who hadn’t won prizes or caught Benjamin’s eye felt satisfied just watching a superstar perform live.
Meanwhile, outside the resort, a Bentley Mulsanne gleamed beneath the lights.
The staff handed Tonya the keys. “Miss, here is your prize. We’llplete the paperwork shortly, but tonight you may take the car. For now<i>, </i>feel free to test drive it on the resort’s main road.”
“Thank you, thank you so much!” Tonya’s hands trembled as she epted the keys.
“Wow! This car is incredible!” Sydney eximed, circling it with wide eyes. Landon and Wanda looked at it with sheer delight, their faces glowing with satisfaction.
Tonya slid into the driver’s seat. “Mom, Dad, you two get in the back. Sydney, take the front. I’ll drive us around for a spin.”
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“Please, have a seat,” Sydney said yfully as she opened the back door for Wanda and Landon.
The couple settled happily into the back. Sydney climbed into the passenger seat, and Tonya started the engine. The Bentley purred smoothly as she pulled onto the road.
The luxury was undeniable. The interior oozedfort, the ride effortlessly smooth.
“Now this is a car,” Sydney gushed. “So much better than my dad’s.
“This is perfect,” Landon said, admiration in his voice. For years he had dreamed of buying a luxury car to boost his status but never could. Tonight, luck had delivered it straight to his daughter.
“Everyone hold on. I’ll speed up a little,” Tonya said with excitement.
She pressed the elerator, and the car surged forward with power. The performance was breathtaking–far beyond anything an ordinary car could offer.
But then, when Tonya released the pedal, something was wrong. The speed didn’t drop. The car didn’t respond.
The wheel wouldn’t turn either.
No matter how she pulled, the car held its course like it was locked into an invisible track.
“Tonya, stop the car! You’re going to crash!” Sydney screamed, watching the Bentley veer off toward the roadside slope.
“What’s happening?” Landon shouted from the back.
“I don’t know! The brakes don’t work!” Tonya’s voice cracked as she frantically pumped the pedal. Nothing happened. The wheel and brakes were dead, as though the car was under some kind of automatic control.
Screams filled the cabin. The car rolled down a gentle incline, directly toward a massive dark pit.
With a bone–jarring thud, the Bentley dropped into the hole and shut itself off.
For a while, there was only silence. Then groans and coughs as the four slowly regained consciousness.
“Tonya? Tonya!”
“Mom! Dad! Sydney!”
Miraculously, none of them were seriously injured. Just bruises and scrapes.
“Where are we? We need to get out!” Wanda gasped.
Pitch darkness surrounded them. The air reeked, so foul it burned their noses. When they forced open the doors and climbed out, they realized the truth.
They hadnded inside a massive, abandoned cesspit. The stench was suffocating, the ground covered in sludge and filth.
The four of them gagged violently, retching uncontrobly.
Landon mped his nose. “Call for help! Now!”
“Yes, call the police!”
Tonya pulled out her phone, only to stare at the screen in horror. “No signal… it’s dead!”
Despair hit them like a wave.
“Help! Somebody, please help us!” Their cries echoed in the night, muffled by the pit walls.
But this was the wilderness outside the resort. No one was nearby to hear.
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Back at the Cloudtop Resort, the ball drew to a close. Guests began to leave, while close friends were invited to stay at the holiday hotel.
Caitlin and Sebastian prepared to return to the seaside vis. Wendy quickly tugged her sleeve.
“Caitlin, do you have an extra room? Can I stay with you?”
Caitlin smiled knowingly. “Didn’t Benjamin already arrange a room for you?”
“I know, but…” Wendy trailed off, unable to admit the truth–that she didn’t want to stay near him.
Sebastian stepped in smoothly, clearly siding with his friend. “Sorry. We don’t have any extra rooms.”
“Fine… I get it,” Wendy muttered.
Then she spotted Jillian. Her eyes lit up. “Jillian, are you staying alone? Can I share with you tonight?”
Jillian was about to say yes–until she saw Benjamin walking toward them. She instantly changed her tune.
“I’ve only got a single room, and I’m not <i>good </i>at sharing a bed. Sorry, Wendy!”
Caitlin caught Wendy’s unease and reassured her. “Whatever Benjamin arranged, just ept it calmly. He won’t do anything to you. Don’t be so scared. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, Caitlin and Sebastian left, hand in hand. Jillian slipped away too,
Wendy sighed and pulled out her phone to call a car, but before she could, it was snatched away. A strong hand closed around her wrist.
Benjamin’s voice was low and firm. “Come with me.”
“Hey! Where are you taking me?” Wendy cried, stumbling as he pulled her along.