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

didn't seem tired of saying

Phoebe back away like a frightened puppy, Jonathan actually

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

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What do you say?"

She knew Jonathan was great at darts and shooting. How dared she risk her life like that? But she really didn't have a choice in the matter. Jonathan stood

please don't do that!" Phoebe

was about to

doorway, her expression very serious. She glanced

kill her

Enima the one who wouldn't let her go? Phoebe is just a

and pulled out some of Phoebe's hair. After thinking for a moment, she had a tube of blood drawn from

they were planning and was

He wondered, 'Is Emma planning to use Phoebe

isn't. If she is...' Her eyebrows were furrowed even more. After having her blood

like she might drop dead at any moment.

sneered coldly, "What

he followed behind Chloe, "Why don't we just kill

nonsense. Leave her alone

now,"

The two of them walked

she recalled the recent events, sanity

understand why they suddenly decided not

the needle marks on her arm and

'Why did Chloe want

instant, Phoebe's mind started connecting bits and