When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 270

My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal’s blade, fear coursed through my veins

Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.

Frozen in place, the fear within me escalated with each passing moment.

I tried to keep my voice steady. “Who sent you?”

The man snorted, “Cut the chatter and keep driving.”

His guard was up, making it clear he wasn’t to be trifled with.

Suddenly, it clicked. Bryant’s waming this moming… It all made sense now,

But neither of us could have anticipated this.

It was the weekend, and traffic was starting to pile up.

made our way out of the bustling city center

the more my

ventured into the

was to command me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone

the moment before my captor could

Ferguson, what’s going on? She’s been waiting outside for ages and hasn’t seen you.” Before I could respond, the

or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish

tone, he spat, “I told you, no

I’m so nervous,” I lied,

to sound convincing

the knife slightly against my neck. “Make another slip, and I

slip that could end

back as I resigned myself

again twice, but

at a large, rundown mansion in an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in

another car pulled in behind

got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting for?

I stammered, fumbling with