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a broke and miserable woman. Please... spare my life. The words st

stretched out in front of me like they could somehow shield me from the nightmare unfolding in front of me.

ded to punish me one final time. This was the end, wasn't it? The desperation in my chest clawed its way up to my throat, a ra

left brow. His hand was rough, calloused, and unapologetic as he seized my wrist and yanked me toward him like I was nothing more than a

y and gleeful, like they were circling prey. "We'll make sure you have a pleasurable time before your death," one of them sneered. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught. My knees near

smell of his breath. "Mrs. Chrissy already warned us you'd try something like this. Said you're a desperate and despicable little thing who'd do anything to worm her way out." Chrissy. The name slipped from my lips like a ghost, barely audible. "Chrissy..." I repeated, louder this time. A fist clenched in my chest. Betrayal. Cold, sharp betrayal. My heart splintered, my voice broke. "After everything I di

ng us into revealing her name... you won't be getting a pleasurable time after all." Their leader-a thick-neck

f a belt buckle being undone. No. No. Not like this. And in that second, one more wild, desperate idea screamed to life in my mind. "I... I just got divorced from Smith!" I shouted. "Smith from Swebb Enterprise! I got 50% of the com

eader froze mid-motion. His hands hovered near his belt. Then they all looked at each other. Their stance shifted, th

us up like a scene from a horror film. All four of them froze. Then-they ran. Just like that. They van

art still hammering. I saw the car's red taillights glowing in the distance and chased after them. "Ple