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.

finally made our way out

the more

we ventured into the

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

moment before my captor could

outside for ages and

are you? Is there a bad signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence before the

a sinister tone, he spat, “I told you, no

slipped because I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

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

could end my

my back as I resigned myself to driving wherever this

calling again twice,

at a large, rundown mansion in an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of a dilapidated house, weeds overtaking

I hit the brakes, another car pulled in behind

quickly got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you

fumbling with my