Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 48

After Effie's restraints were cut loose, she gingerly flexed her aching wrists, scanning the abandoned factory for anything she could use a tool, a way out, anything.

But her hopes were abruptly dashed by the bald man's harsh snarl. "Listen, sweetheart, you'd better play nice, or things are gonna get a whole lot worse for you."

Effie feigned meekness, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. "Please, sir, I don't understand what's going on. This is my first time..."

The two kidnappers exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up with anticipation. Suddenly, the scarred man pulled out his phone and started recording, setting Effie's nerves on edge. An icy jolt of dread shot through her.

Her eyes widened in panic. "What are you doing? What do you want from me?"

"Don't take it personal," the scarred man said with a twisted grin. "We're just doing a job. Someone paid us, and they want... pictures. Plus, we need some insurance. If you try going to the cops, we've got evidence to make your life hell."

Effie's heart pounded. "No, please-you don't have to worry, I swear I won't tell anyone. I won't go to the police..." Damn it, this had to be Suzan's doing.

How vicious could she get? Was she trying to ruin her completely?

bad, honey. It's not up to

closed in on her. Effie braced herself, ready to fight to the bitter end. She would die before

for her collar. Effie retreated desperately, but with a quick, savage yank, he

breathing ragged. This was his

skin looks so soft, he thought, can't wait to

man fumbled forward, just

eyes brimmed with tears of rage, but cornered and outnumbered, she was powerless. She glared at them, a trapped lioness ready to

than to

spotted a metal rod lying in the shadows. She

He kicked the rod away, then

that exact moment, a thunderous crash

with a cloud of dust, and a tall man stormed in. He wore a sharp black suit, moving with

Lyman, her composure finally broke. Tears she'd been fighting spilled down her

in the scene-Effie's torn clothes, the fear in her eyes-and

landing a brutal kick that sent the bald