Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Before he almost succeeded, suddenly, he widened his eyes and gaped at Theresa in disbelief. “You...”

Theresa was holding a candlestick. She just stabbed the sharp needle for a candle into the back of his neck.

“Bitch! How dare you to hurt me!” John pinched Theresa’s neck fiercely and increased his strength, trying to strangle her.

Theresa almost couldn’t breathe. However, she didn’t give up. She couldn’t die. She wanted to survive and maintain her purity. Gripping the candlestick tightly, she kept stabbing it on him using all her strength, one after another.

“Ouch!” John let out a roar in pain. The two men outside exchanged their glances, clicking their tongues.

They misunderstood that John had been too crazy, so they didn’t take it seriously.

However, John had been rolling on the floor in pain. Theresa had two stabs on the main artery of his neck, and blood kept flowing out from the wounds. He thought that he was dying, howling on the ground.

Theresa stood up calmly. Picking up the bench next to her, she smashed them on John’s head several times. John blacked out, lying on the ground motionlessly.

The two men outside the room sensed something wrong, but they dared not to rush in, afraid that they would interrupt John and would be scolded by him. Standing at the door, one of them asked, “Mr. Kinney?”

Theresa wrapped her clothes. After being in a panic for two seconds, she shouted, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t disturb us! Fuck off!”

The two men were startled. Clicking their tongues, they said, “Jesus. They seem to have fun. She’s such a slut!”

Theresa stared at the door nervously. Upon hearing their footsteps going afar, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall, she covered her chest and gasped. Her heart hammered like a spring without frequency. Right at this moment, she felt so helpless. She shed tears in a panic.

for her to weep

locked up here for two days, she knew that this room was planned as the storage room, so there was no window at all. There was only an air vent on the roof. She moved the benches to the wall and put them one above the other. She carefully steppe on them and crawled out from the air vent. Since the height of the air vent was almost the same as the wall, she reached to the wall and escaped from the room without

Since the wall was too high, she couldn’t step on the ground at all, so she had to release her hand and hop down. Fortunately, it was wet mud under the wall. Her clothes were stained but she didn’t hurt. Meanwhile, she heard the uproar from the yard. It seemed that her escape

from her as soon as possible. Barefoot, she was running on the mountain without any roads, afraid that she would be taken back again. If that happened, she wouldn’t have a second chance to

her best to run away. The pricking thorns pulled out blood marks on her lower

hissed but still keep on running without

storage room behind the temple. When they went to the

his two subordinates who tracked John

in the room. In

were attracted by the inner room. Armand rushed over and reached out to push it open but failed. When John walked in earlier, he locked the door

and kicked on the door. With a big bang, the two doors shook. However, the door wasn’t opened. The two doors were locked from the inside with the iron lock, which wasn’t like a single door that was so easy to be opened. Boyce walked over. They kicked

naked, soaking in his blood. There were no big wounds on him. The blood flew out all the small stab wounds caused by the candlestick. However, Theresa had used all her strength, so the wounds

point was that he was naked. Obviously, he had come

all over. The blue veins on his side face, as well as his neck, popped out as if his

the wooden table, rushed to John, and smashed

him. He didn’t pity John. Even if they would kill John, they shouldn’t kill him in this way, which was way too easy for him. Besides, the most

isn’t here, so she must have escaped. Look. There are benches

Without speaking, he turned around and

the room and withdrew his gaze, looking quite annoyed. He said to Boyce, “Call the

called Abbott, asking him to send a few media

subordinates to call the police. Then they went to