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.

etemity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center

more my

more we ventured

red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting

the moment before my

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

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 man, with a swift move of his hand, ended

he spat, “I told you, no

because I’m so

to sound convincing

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

that could

resigned myself to

calling again twice, but I dared not

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

another car

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

I stammered, fumbling with my