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.

what felt like an etemity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center along

more my

ventured into the

intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.”

my captor could

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

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

tone, he spat, “I told

slipped because I’m so

to sound convincing

cold laugh, pressing the knife slightly against my neck.

that could end

soaked my back as I resigned myself

calling again twice, but I

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

brakes, another car pulled

door, snarling, “What are you

fumbling