The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 772: Prisoners

"Hey!!!"

Lola screamed until not only her throat hurt, but her ears rang from the force of her own voice. She panted heavily, staring in the same direction even though she couldn’t see anything. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It was complete darkness.

Or at least, that was what she thought.

"I told you to kill me!" she shouted hoarsely. "Because I promise all of you—if I get out of here—I’m going to throw you into total darkness. A permanent one!"

She exhaled sharply, touching her aching throat as she winced. She ruffled her hair, her head pounding from all the screaming. Never in her life had she screamed this much.

"These annoying—"

"Lola?"

She froze as another voice echoed in the same room. Worse... it sounded familiar.

"Lola, is that— is that you?"

She blinked and turned her head to the voice, but all she saw was darkness. Then she heard metal clanking, like someone grabbing bars and shaking them abruptly.

"Is it really you?!" the familiar voice called again.

Her brows drew together as she squinted, allowing her eyes to adjust. Only then did Lola notice a small window high above. Moonlight filtered faintly through it.

"You..." she trailed off, her mouth opening and closing. For many obvious reasons, her face twisted in dismay and disbelief. "Derek?!"

"Lola!" Derek nodded from inside a cell. Unlike her, his eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, and he could see her figure clearly. "Lola, it’s me!"

But instead of relief, her response was:

"What in the world are you doing here?! Are you stalking me?!"

"Huh?!"

"I told you to move on! I’m a married woman now!"

"Are you insane?!" he gasped, horrified. "Are you seriously thinking about something so ridiculous right now?!"

She bit her tongue. No, she was joking. She didn’t like him, and teasing him like this always bruised his pride. It was a habit, done at an inappropriate time.

"Lola," he huffed, ignoring her nonsense. "What’s going on here? Why—do you know these people?"

Well... not personally.

"No." She squinted harder, finally catching his silhouette and the bars in front of him.

For a moment, she focused on adjusting her vision. She still couldn’t see him clearly, but she could make out his figure on the floor inside a small cell.

That was enough.

Derek Lancaster.

A man from her past. Someone she didn’t want to see again. Not because she still hated him, or because she hadn’t forgiven him. If anything, she simply had no reason to cross paths with him anymore.

Who would’ve thought their reunion would be like this?

Or rather...

"Those bastards..." she muttered, glaring daggers at the door. "Did they really think putting me in this place with you would help me relax?"

Were they mocking her?

Lola pinched the bridge of her nose before peering into the cell. "How long have you been here?"

"I don’t know." He shook his head. "A few days? A week? I lost track of time. But when I arrived, they were already here."

She stiffened. "Who?"

"Them." Derek tilted his head to the side. "Amala and Silo."

Her heart seemed to stop.

"What did you say?" Her voice thinned. "Who was here?"

"Your friends," he hissed, glancing toward another part of the cell where two figures lay unconscious.

"Those bastards..." she breathed.

Forcing herself to move, she began to crawl despite scraping her arm against the floor. She dragged herself closer to the cell.

Once near enough, she grabbed the bars and pulled herself upright. They hadn’t locked her up because her own body was prison enough.

From that position, she finally saw the two figures behind Derek.

"Silo..." she whispered as her vision adjusted further.

Silo was unconscious. Then her gaze shifted... and she covered her mouth.

Amala.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as her body trembled. Not long ago, she had spoken with Amala. The latter had assured her everything was fine.

She should have known.

After all, it was Amala who answered Farah’s phone.

Lola gripped the bars tightly, staring at the dried blood smeared across Amala’s forehead. She should have realized Amala was in danger the moment she answered Farah’s call. Instead, she had convinced herself Farah wouldn’t hurt her.

Suddenly, Amala groaned.

Her eyes fluttered open weakly. Though her vision was blurry, she seemed to recognize Lola almost immediately.

"Lola..." she breathed. "Is that..."

"Amala!" Lola’s heart slammed against her ribs. "Amala, what—"

Her breath hitched, guilt flooding her eyes. "I’m..."

"Farah," Amala whispered faintly. "That... bitch."

Her breathing was labored as she tried to explain. During her confrontation with Farah, Amala had the upper hand. She could have escaped... if only Farah hadn’t spiked her drink earlier that day.

And so, here she was.

"Who’s that?" Derek whispered, confused. Then he turned to Lola. "I think she’s stable. She just woke up. Her wounds were treated not long ago. But listen to me."

Lola kept her eyes on Amala, ignoring him entirely.

"Melissa has gone mad!" Derek declared, panic creeping into his voice. "I don’t know how she got into my house, but when I came home, she was already there! Then she dragged me here! Actually, I think she knocked me out first. When I woke up, I was already locked inside!"

He shook the bars, pressing his face closer.

"I don’t know what she’s planning, but whatever it is—it’s not good!" He swallowed hard. "I... I saw her shoot someone."

The memory made his body tremble. "That woman... she’s going to kill us, isn’t she?"

Lola said nothing. She continued staring at Amala, but she was listening. How could she not?

Derek’s voice lowered. "She’s... going to kill us for revenge."

Still, Lola didn’t answer. Her eyes stung, not because of his words, but because of how vile these people were. They had dragged innocent people into this mess.

Her grip tightened around the bars until they trembled. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, the door opened again.

Light spilled into the darkness, making everyone squint.

Lola also shut her eyes and then cracked one eye open before she turned toward the source.

A woman stood at the doorway. Even with the light behind her, obscuring her face, Lola knew exactly who it was.

Her voice came out cold and sharp, almost laughing. "Melissa."