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.

hell are you doing?! Get that

me!” Deirdre

She drew a line, and blood poured like a drawn curtain. She might have

to conjure the ferocity of cornered prey she looked as though she would severe her own throat

two burly men to

to stop,

there would not be any corpses in the caskets during their eventual funerals! “Alright, princess! You stay right here and don’t let that

bolted away to summon his boss immediately. Brendan practically rushed to the car, and it did not take him long

was deep-and yet she looked like she did not give a damn about herself. All she

were devoid of color, and her eyes were red. “Let Sterling go, Brendan. The

-red, but finally, he howled,” Fine! Fine!” He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and turned to one of his bodyguards. “Stop f*cking standing there like an idiot and tell them to

ran away. Deirdre’s eyelashes

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