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.

please, I'm begging you to spare me. Let me live, and I'll

times. She didn't seem tired of saying

away like a frightened puppy, Jonathan actually felt a bit reluctant

my eyes, take three steps back,

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Chapter 348

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

don't do

he was about to throw the knife, a

frowned as she walked in from the doorway, her expression very serious. She glanced

her

the one who wouldn't let her

offer much explanation. She stepped forward and pulled out some of Phoebe's hair. After thinking

know what they were planning and was scared, struggling

what's going on?" He wondered, 'Is Emma planning to use Phoebe for some

she is...' Her eyebrows were furrowed even more. After

at any

sneered coldly, "What

followed behind Chloe, "Why

nonsense. Leave

now,"

The two of them walked out of the

after, Phoebe woke up. As she recalled

still alive. She couldn't understand why they suddenly

needle marks on her arm and

want my hair?

instant, Phoebe's mind started connecting