Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 348

In a manor in the suburbs of Dellanex, there was a purple sea of lavender. The manor was reminiscent of a castle, immediately brought thoughts of "romance".

Yet, in this romantic place, there was a dark, damp dungeon. The light beamed through a narrow window onto the woman inside.

The woman was curled up on the cold ground, covered in dirt, With her hair a mess, the visible half of her face appeared eerie and frightening.

Her forehead, cheeks, and nose were marked with blotchy red burn scars of various sizes. Her original appearance was no longer visible, with her deep brown eyes full of hatred. Her cracked and pale lips moved slightly as if she was murmuring something.

She said, "Jonathan, Emma, Ophelia... I curse you all. You will go to hell and never rest in peace. If I ever get out of here, I won't let any of the Davidson family go."

She wouldn't spare a single one of them.

The dungeon's iron door creaked open.

The woman instinctively flinched and glanced over there out of the corner of her eye.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the concrete floor was steady and strong, echoing sharply and clearly in the spacious dungeon.

The man was dressed in a burgundy suit, and the metallic tie clip glinted coldly. His chiseled, strikingly handsome face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only his cleft chin.

He held a flickering cigarette between his fingers, took a puff, and blew out a stream of smoke.

"Haven't I let you live long enough?" Jonathan's voice made the dungeon's atmosphere even creepier.

Phoebe shook her head like a rattle. "No, Jonathan, don't kill me. I beg you. Don't kill me. I've already been punished."

"Not enough. If not for you, I wouldn't have married a woman I don't like, so how could I spare you?" Jonathan flicked away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his shoe, his expression even more sinister. Phoebe backed away in terror, "No, Jonathan. It's got nothing to do with me."

"I know what you're thinking! A few days ago, I got married, and now I'll use your blood to remember it," Jonathan snorted and crouched down with a smile, but his blue eyes were cold. "Think of a way to die." He took a dagger from his waist, rhythmically tapping the sheathed blade against his palm.

His eyes were fixed on Phoebe. He was reveling in the terror and helplessness in her eyes. The more terrified she was, the bigger his smile became.

begging you to spare me. Let me live, and I'll serve the Davidson family faithfully and do anything

didn't seem tired of saying them, but he

Jonathan actually felt a bit

steps back, turn around, and throw this knife. If I miss, I'll let you

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Chapter 348

What do you say?"

How dared she risk her life like that? But she really didn't have a choice in the matter. Jonathan stood up, smiling coldly.

please don't

about to throw the knife, a voice

as she walked in from the doorway, her expression very serious. She glanced at Phoebe on the floor, showing complicated

her yet," Chloe

wouldn't let her go? Phoebe is just a rat.

She stepped forward and pulled out some of Phoebe's hair. After thinking for a moment, she

didn't know what they were planning and was scared, struggling

"Emma, what's going on?" He wondered, 'Is Emma planning

at Phoebe. Chloe thought, 'Hope she isn't. If she is...' Her eyebrows were furrowed even more. After having her blood drawn, Phoebe was so terrified she felt half-dead. She had

might drop dead at any moment. Overwhelmed with terror,

coldly, "What a

the dagger in his hand, he followed behind Chloe, "Why don't we just kill

the nonsense. Leave

now,"

two of them walked out

woke up. As she recalled the recent events,

still alive. She couldn't understand why they suddenly decided not to kill

at the needle marks on her arm and

thought, 'Why did Chloe want my hair? What

Phoebe's mind started