Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 217: Devin let out a sarcastic laugh, fully aware that he couldnt get too close to the window.

Taking a step back, he used the wall for cover.

With a swift motion, he flung two knives from behind his waist, embedding them just in front of Kellan and Colton.

I get a kick out of watching you high-and-mighty types squirm! he sneered, his lips curling into a mock smile.

Arent you worried about those two women? How about you prove youre serious? Go ahead, stab yourself in the leg to show me some sincerity.

Or else… He took a deliberate step forward, pressing the knife against the rope.

Just a little more pressure and it would snap.

Melanys sharp scream cut through the tension.

She was convinced the rope was about to give way.

Colton, help me! Please! Her panicked cries only fed Devins twisted satisfaction.

Shut up! Devin barked, his tone cruel.

He then turned back to the two men, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

If you dont do what I say, youll be picking up their boiled bodies! Devins eyes flicked between Colton and Kellan, savoring their discomfort.

There was something perversely satisfying about watching these so-called golden boys crumble beneath him.

Coltons eyes darted to the knives.

Quit playing.

If its money you want, just say it! His voice cracked with genuine fear for Melanys life.

Yet, even in the grip of a life-or-death situation, Coltons gaze kept sliding toward Allison.

Unlike Melany, who had screamed in terror, Allison stood still, calm as ever.

Colton liked to believe he loved Melany, but when it came to plunging a blade into his own flesh, he hesitateda hesitation he couldnt explain.

Devin noticed the hesitation, of course.

His sneer deepened.

So, the mighty Mr.

is scared

ladies straight to hell? Devin started cutting through the

Kellans voice cut

Ill do it.

bent down, picked up the

Blood welled up instantly.

bead of sweat slid down his brow, but his

memories long buriedmemories of his younger brother, killed by

present blurred, but Kellan knew one thing: he wouldnt let

a minor inconvenience if it meant keeping her

trembled slightly, her eyes

wheelchair, his hair slick with sweat,

intense as ever, seemed to

Colton was

sight of blood, the way Melanys tear-filled eyes clung to his every movement, pushed

and in one swift

rasped, clutching the wound as pain shot through him like

his body trembling,

Melanys desperate sobs

breath heavy with

briefly, reflecting on the

volatile and unpredictable, was also sharp once

for cover, shielding himself from any unforeseen danger, proved his

the sniper

a different angle, something

to get Devin to lower

their

head, sighing deeply, as if burdened

know

shouldnt have done

We grew up together.

this one slide, just this once?

so hot… Im

just let

whatever you want,

I swear.

Devins face, his expression lighting

scared, huh? he sneered,