Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Who Do You Think You Are?

Strewn into their mockery was a thinly-veiled accusation: It was all Deirdre’s fault.

How could they be so cruel? She was just as much of a human as they were. She was not an emotionless plaything ! Why must she obey Brendan’s every whim? Because she had been unfortunate enough to become the Devil’s object of obsession ? Because she deserved to be punished for saying yes to becoming Mrs. Brighthall?

Deirdre’s pain was consuming her from within. She seemed to have depleted her entire supply of tears, and now all there was left in her eyes was a bottomless void threatening to swallow her sense of self.

Then, she remembered. Sterling was about to be beaten by a violent mob.

Fingers trembling, she thought of Brendan’s habit and felt her way to the bottom of the driver’s seat. Then, she pulled out a knife.

She turned its pointy edge toward her neck.

bodyguards jumped and panicked. “What the hell are you doing?! Get that thing away from you!” They cried, yanking the car door

me!” Deirdre shouted, digging it close

like a drawn curtain. She might have lost her sight,

prey she looked as though she would severe her

burly men to snatch the

“Tell them to stop, now. And tell Brendan

during their eventual funerals! “Alright, princess! You stay right here and don’t let that knife slip the wrong way, you hear me? I’m gonna get Mr. Brighthall

rushed to the car, and it did not

was deep-and yet she looked like

her eyes were red. “Let

it pleases you, I’ll die at your command!” The knife quivered as her lips moved, deepening the cut. Brendan’s eyes were beet -red, but finally, he howled,” Fine! Fine!” He

ran away. Deirdre’s

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