When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 145

The rain was so heavy it was nearly impossible for Tara to keep her eyes open, and the sound of the downpour grew louder in her ears.

Tara's head felt heavy and swollen. Rain poured down on her, sliding through her hair and dripping steadily from the strands.

She was drenched from head to toe. Forcing her eyes open, she saw a scene that felt both familiar and strange.

Terence, Stella, Leah, and the others were standing at the villa's entrance. Although the rain blurred her vision, Tara could still clearly see the disdain and coldness in their eyes as they looked at her.

Tara lowered her head and looked at her soaked clothes and body. Next to her right hand was a black suitcase, and just like her, it stood all alone in the rain.

Conflicting memories tangled in her mind, clashing and merging until it felt like her head was about to explode.

Gasping for breath under the pouring rain, she braced herself on the suitcase handle to stay upright.

Tara didn't know exactly what happened. But based on the immobility she had experienced earlier and the voice she heard in her mind, she suspected the plot line had deviated too far and collapsed entirely.

Though her mind was a mess of memories, one thing was clear—she seemed to have landed in the very moment when the original host was kicked out of the villa. What awaited her next was joblessness, homelessness, and a life lived like a rat on the street.

Once she caught her breath, the cold from being soaked to the bone struck her all at once, and she began to shiver uncontrollably.

In the original story, after being kicked out of the villa, the original host had screamed and cursed at both Stella and Terence in defiance. Terence then ordered the staff to drag her out—luggage and all. Humiliated and disheveled, she ended up hauling her suitcase to the curb and leaving in a taxi.

Through the curtain of rain, Tara glanced wearily at Terence, Stella, and the others. She then grabbed the handle of the suitcase with a trembling hand and turned to walk away from the villa.

She didn't even dare take out the phone from her pocket, because she would truly have no way out if it got soaked and broke.

At that moment, Lance, Soren, and Shawn were standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. They were looking down below at the rain-soaked, fragile figure pulling a suitcase as she slowly walked away.

Soren's almond-shaped eyes held no trace of pity. He clicked his tongue and commented lazily, "What a drama queen."

Lance's face was blank, as if this was simply the ending Tara deserved.

Shawn said nothing. Behind the lenses, his eyes were cold. Perhaps finding it boring, he soon looked away.

As she walked along the front yard of the villa, Tara kept her eyes straight ahead—there was still a distance away from the exit. The surrounding area was lined with trees, but none offered shelter from the rain.

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