Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 394: Tiffany has escape

Chapter 394: Tiffany has escape

Before Antonio could finish, Camilla strode forward and struck him hard across the face.

"Antonio, Fanny is innocent!

Not only did you take advantage of her, but you even allowed your servants to mistreat her like this?!"

Her eyes reddened with fury as she glared at Antonio, her entire body trembling with barely contained rage.

The slap landed with a sharp crack, the force strong enough to snap Antonio’s head to the side.

The spacious dining room fell into an instant, suffocating silence.

The assistant’s pupils contracted in shock, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Antonio was the heir to the Mega family—the only person in the entire household with the authority to reprimand him was the family grandma.

Yet even at her strictest, the old madam had never once raised a hand against him.

Miss Camilla’s audacity was beyond reckless.

The thought made the assistant hold his breath, shrinking back as if trying to disappear into the background.

But unlike his terror, Antonio himself showed little reaction. No anger.

No resentment.

At least, for now, Camilla’s eyes were fixed solely on him—wasn’t that enough?

"Camilla, believe it or not, I truly had no knowledge of this," Antonio raised a hand, fingertips lightly grazing the stinging mark on his cheek where Camilla had struck him.

His gaze remained calm, his voice steady, yet beneath the composed surface, something darker lingered.

"I’ll have those two insolent servants dealt with immediately.

Now, sit down and eat."

"I’ve lost my appetite."

Camilla’s clear eyes turned icy, radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

"Antonio, I told you—I want to see Fanny."

"But, Camilla,"

Antonio curled his lips slightly, watching her with deliberate leisure as he spoke,

"I also told you—you’ll only get to see Tiffany if you finish your meal first."

Camilla’s hands clenched silently, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she seemed utterly unaware of the pain.

The tension between them thickened once more.

—— Meanwhile, in a secluded villa on the outskirts of Country E.

Two women had just finished force-feeding Tiffany her medication before leaving the room.

Listening until their footsteps faded completely outside the door, Tiffany’s long, delicate lashes fluttered slightly.

She cast a seemingly casual glance toward the surveillance camera mounted in the corner.

Confirming that the camera was tilted downward and inactive, she exhaled deeply in relief.

The vacant look in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by sharp clarity.

Tiffany let out a quiet sigh of relief.

For days, she had deliberately played the role of a broken, compliant prisoner—all to lull her captors into a false sense of security.

Now, at last, she had found her chance to escape.

The perfect exit point?

The bathroom.

She had planned to make her move that morning, but then Antonio’s men had suddenly installed a camera.

The discovery had sent a jolt of panic through her.

Had they figured out her plan?

For a moment, despair had threatened to swallow her whole.

She had no choice but to force herself back into character and wait for another opportunity.

But fortune, it seemed, hadn’t entirely abandoned her.

After careful observation, she realized the camera was only activated once a day—just like it had moments ago.

There was no time to waste.

Moving silently, Tiffany slipped out of bed.

To be safe, she draped a bedsheet over the camera.

Who knew when it might turn on again?

She locked the bedroom door first, pressing her ear against it to confirm no footsteps lingered outside.

Then, swiftly, she retreated into the bathroom, locking that door behind her as well.

Below the bathroom window lay a stretch of overgrown lawn, tucked away in the villa’s secluded back corner.

Hardly anyone ever went there—she had made sure of that through days of careful observation.

Tiffany grabbed several bath towels nearby and tied them together with a sturdy knot, securing one end to the decorative pillar in the bathroom and clenching the other between her teeth.

After double-checking her makeshift rope, she climbed onto the sink and pushed open the small window above.

With a grunt, she hauled herself up, arms and legs straining against the narrow frame.

The drop from the third floor was a good ten meters—enough to break bones, let alone make a clean escape.

No wonder Antonio’s men hadn’t bothered guarding this exit.

Peering down, Tiffany’s stomach lurched.

Even mentally prepared, the sheer height sent a wave of dizziness through her.

Holy mother of—this is terrifying.

But the thought of Antonio using her as leverage against Camilla steeled her resolve.

Screw it.

I’m doing this.

* Gripping the towel rope, she began lowering herself, inch by inch.

The moment her feet left the ledge, her arms screamed in protest, every muscle burning with the effort of holding her own weight.

Damn it.

Should’ve skipped a few more meals.

* Unbeknownst to Tiffany, someone was approaching her room.

After several staff members had been dealt with earlier, the villa’s servants were on edge, their attitudes toward Tiffany noticeably more deferential.

Even dinner, usually delayed, had been prepared ahead of schedule.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

A woman in her fifties rapped on the door, her tone more polite than usual.

"Miss Tiffany, I’ve brought your dinner." Silence.

No response.

The woman frowned but, remembering her orders, patiently knocked again.

"Miss Tiffany?"

Still, only silence from within.

"If you don’t answer, we’ll have to open the door ourselves."

She waited a few seconds, irritation flickering in her eyes, but Tiffany gave no indication of acknowledging them.

Reaching for the handle, she twisted it— It didn’t budge.

Her brow furrowed deeper.

She exerted more force, but the door remained immobile.

"Locked from the inside?"

The woman’s eyes widened, her heart pounding wildly.

Of course, her first thought wasn’t that Tiffany had escaped.

"Don’t tell me this woman is trying to do something reckless again?!"

Behind her, the maid holding the tray of food paled in horror.

Though she didn’t understand what purpose this woman served, if anything happened to her, the master would undoubtedly fly into a rage.

Everyone in the villa would face dire consequences.

The door was custom-made from reinforced material—there was no way the two of them could break it down.

Panicked, the woman blurted out, "Hurry!

Go get someone to bring the key!

"Camilla, you should think carefully," Antonio chuckled lowly, striding back to the dining table and settling into his seat.

Antonio swirled the glass of red wine in his hand with deliberate leisure.

"I have all the time in the world to wait, but Tiffany doesn’t."

Camilla caught the threat laced in his words.

Her eyes narrowed, the air around her turning icy.

Yet, out of concern for Tiffany, she bit her lip and reluctantly took the seat across from him.

Antonio’s smile deepened as he glanced at his assistant.

"Leave us.

I’d like some time alone with Camilla."