Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 214: Devins eyes were bloodshot, veins protruding in thin red lines.

Yet his voice remained eerily calmtoo controlled for someone teetering on the edge.

Dont worry, Miss Johnson.

All I want is a hundred thousand in cash.

Im sure thats not a problem for someone like you.

Of course, what he really desired was a face-to-face meeting.

Meet me at the third alley off 1st Avenue.

Youve got three hours.

If you dont show up with the money, dont blame me for sending the recordings to Allison and the others.

Melanys face twisted in fury, her knuckles whitening as she gripped her phone.

Are you out of your mind? A hundred thousand in cash? How can you But before she could finish her sentence, the line went dead.

With a hiss of frustration, Melany threw the phone down and began pacing.

I shouldve known better than to get involved with that madman! she muttered angrily.

But this wasnt the time for regrets.

She had to get those recordings back.

If they ended up in Allisons or, worse, Kellans hands… no, she couldnt risk it.

If Colton or Lindy found out about her shady dealings with Devin, shed be out of the Stevens family without a second thought.

Determined, Melany quickly moved to gather the cash.

After packing the money into a heavy suitcase, she donned dark sunglasses and a hat, and headed to the alleyone devoid of security cameraswhere she was to meet Devin.

When she spotted the short, stocky figure of the man, her face twisted with disgust.

money, she snapped, shoving the suitcase toward

Give me the recordings.

out of

Her jaw tightened.

Pathetic loser.

Greedy leech.

giving you this hundred thousand, and

you dare come back and try to blackmail me again, or youll

as he took slow, deliberate steps toward

shadow loomed over

for me to take the money and disappear? His voice was

Easy enough.

the

almost agreeable, but his mind was working

really thought he was

buy him off now, but the second his back was turned, theyd come for

his lesson after the mess

wouldnt get a chance to make a

closer, stopping just a few feet

shot out, a cloth soaked in chloroform clamped over Melanys mouth

he murmured, his voice low and guttural as

handle something

hadnt anticipated the

she struggled for breath, her fingers desperately clawing at his wrist in a frantic

She couldnt scream.

She couldnt fight.

vision blurred,

away, one thought echoed in

finally regained consciousness, the world around her

factory loomed

Panic surged within her.

play her cards

remember? Ive kept every promise

Its Allisons fault.