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 after

it gonna be? Or should I send both these lovely ladies straight to hell? Devin

voice cut through

Ill do it.

doubt, Kellan bent down, picked up the knife, and drove it into

Blood welled up instantly.

bead of sweat slid down his brow, but his face remained

through memories long buriedmemories of

one thing:

if

trembled slightly, her eyes

the man in the wheelchair, his hair slick with sweat, yet his gaze never

eyes, intense as ever, seemed

resolve, Colton was

Melanys tear-filled eyes clung to his every

swift motion, plunged the knife

wound as pain shot through him

you let them go? His face turned pale, his body

desperate sobs echoed around the

her breath heavy with the

briefly,

volatile and unpredictable, was also sharp

for cover, shielding himself

the sniper was now a lost

different angle,

get Devin to lower his

him, their

sighing deeply, as if burdened with

know I was

done what I

We grew up together.

you let this one slide, just this once? Her face shifted into one of genuine

oils so hot… Im scared,

let me

you want, right here, in

I swear.

grin spread across Devins face,

he sneered, savoring every