Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 160: Part 2

Yiren’s pov

I run at him, slamming the glass with my fists. "Papa!"

"Try anything and your papa dies a painful death. I know how much you love him."

Before I can process his words, water begins flooding the chambers.

"No. No! STOP IT! PLEASE, STOP IT!" The water is filling fast. Papa thrashes, gasping, chest heaving. His water phobia kicks in, sending him into a full-blown panic. I slam the glass again and again, powerless. Helpless.

"Will you sign?"

"Y–Yes!"

I grab the file from the floor with shaking hands, wipe the blood from the pen on my clothes, and scrawl my name beside Ning’s. "Here! I don’t care about the money—just let us go!"

Yifan slides the remote back into his pocket. I hold my breath as the water halts—only in Papa’s chamber.

But Valentina’s continues to fill.

She screams. Pounds her fists. Begging. Choking. Scrambling for air.

Behind me, Arthur howls in agony. In front of me, Valentina is dying.

"Her death is on you, Yiren—SHUT UP, you dumbass—"

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Three shots ring out.

Silence.

Arthur’s groaning stops.

Yifan lowers the gun and scrapes the barrel along my cheek.

"One less man to split the fortune with," he says, "I should thank you."

"She works for you." A desperate attempt to drag time. I don’t care about Valentina or Arthur. It’s the karma kicking them. But I want my father safe.

The death lingers heavy. A tear rolls down my eyes as I place my palm on the glass just above Papa’s. He mouths, ’I love you, princess’’. I mouth back ’Love you too.’

"Well, she dutifully bring me all the girls who were behind my sister’s accident, but failed to bring you–"

"I did nothing!" I snap, "And you know it better. Mr. Feng gave you all the evidence. Cops cleared me."

He gives a harsh barking laugh and snatches the file from my hands. "It was never about you, dumb woman. It’s about how rich and privileged people buy their way out—while the rest of us suffer. Dingxiong used his power to protect you. So did all the parents of those other girls. Valentina walked away too. And my sister? She’s paralyzed. For life. When she fell, they just watched. No one helped."

"Your brother-in-law had an affair with Valentina, and he was blackmailing her with pictures. She planned this with her boyfriend to silence him." the truth Meimei dug using her skills to solve this mystery, "Your sister was at the wrong place at wrong time. I’m sorry for her. We didn’t do anything wrong. Please let us go."

"NO!" He roars, "This is my revenge and I’m going to destroy everyone who has wronged me. Even if not directly involved, you all are still part of it. Dingxiong. Jun, You.... So is everyone. You all think you can buy anything with money. Well, that’s not happening. I stole Jun’s project and used his father’s money to fund it. That was step one....."

He paces like a caged animal now, chest heaving.

"...The hatred never died—it fueled me. Only the powerful rule this world. Jun has no real talent. But everyone—professors, girls, investors—favored him. He was always chosen. Sports team captain. Business prodigy. Golden boy. Why? Because of money. Everyone assumed he was going to make big."

Yifan’s face twists with envy, with decades of bitterness.

"I want that throne. I want them all to bow to me. Like they do to Jun. Like they do to the Fengs. And I’ll go to any damn length to make it happen."

There it is.

The truth, raw and ugly.His obsession with Jun goes deeper than competition. It’s poison. Rotting him from the inside out He will never understand why Jun is successful and favoured. Since he cannot reach where Jun is, he is taking every other means to bring him down.

I jump when he turns to look at me, his eyes dark. His fury is terrifying. He is losing it. Psycho. He is big, tall and muscular, I’m no match against him.

"You have the gold mine, soon you’ll be richer than Jun. Richer than his brothers. You’ve got everything in your hands now. Please... let us go."

He smiles. A creepy one. Then take slow steps. He walks past me at Valentina’s glass chamber from where the water was now leaking from the unsealed cracks, pooling on the floor. I don’t have to look to know she’s gone. Floating. Limp.

"You’re not going anywhere, Yiren," he murmurs more to himself. "I want to break Jun. See him helpless, on his knees, begging, crying."

His eyes gleam with madness.

"You die. He dies. His business dies. Feng empire falls. And once it’s ash, I’ll strike. I’ll take it all."

If this were a different moment, I’d laugh in his face. Call him the pathetic parasite he is. But now—

BOOM.

An ear-splitting explosion rocks the building. The walls tremble. Sirens blare.

Jun.

"They’re here!" a man shouts, sprinting into the room.

Yifan doesn’t flinch. He passes the signed file to his men. "Evacuate. Burn everything. Prep the chopper."

Then he bends, pulls out a blue plastic canister from under the table, and unscrews the cap. The stench of petrol hits me like ice water to the face.

"No—" I back up, but it’s too late.

He throws the liquid in my face, soaking my clothes, my skin. My nose burns, eyes sting. He douses the walls, the floor, the windows—painting the room in gasoline.

"You have the option to run," he sneers, lifting the remote again, thumb hovering over the red button. "But do you want to?"

"NO!"

I lunge.

His boot slams into my torso like a sledgehammer. CRACK.

Air rushes out of me—I slam onto my back, gasping.

From the corner of my eye, I see—

The water’s rising again.

Papa.

He’s in the chamber. The level creeps higher.

I twist on the floor. "Papa!"

Yifan follows my gaze, then smirks—and with a casual flick of his wrist, smashes the remote to pieces on the floor.

"No—no, no, no—"

He pulls a lighter from his pocket. Click. A small flame flickers, the promise of death dancing in his fingers.

He leans close to my face, eyes glinting with sadistic joy.

"You won’t leave without your old man. And Jun? He won’t leave without you."

He brings the flame closer.

"Death for everyone."

He wish.

I rear my head back and slam my forehead into his nose with every ounce of strength I have.

CRUNCH.

"ARGHH—BITCH!" he screams, blood gushing as he stumbles back, crashing flat onto his ass. The lighter spins out of his hand. I kick at the gun too—it slide under the table, out of reach.

I crawl forward fast and climb on top of him, fists flying—punching, scratching, clawing and rubbing petrol from my clothes to his. I grab the pen and stab him.

"THEN YOU’RE DYING WITH US!"