Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1281:

After realizing that he had lost control over himself once again because of Allison, Verruckt came to a grim conclusion — he had a weakness. It was love — the very thing he had always scorned.

A cold-blooded killer, someone who had ended countless lives without a second thought, was now ensnared by a single woman.

But Allison didn’t care what was going through his head. Disgust churned in her stomach.

“Even if you take everything from me, you’ll only have my body.” Her eyes, empty and unyielding, bore into him. “You will never have my heart.”noveldrama

Then, without another word, she let her body go slack, ceasing her struggle completely. She stood still, a silent surrender, offering herself like a lamb to the slaughter.

For any man, it would have been an insult. For Verruckt, proud and relentless, it was an unforgivable humiliation. His expression turned cold, his jaw clenching.

“I won’t fall in love with you.”

A sneer curled his lips as he pried her fingers open, yanking the shard from her grasp with ease.

“I’ve already set the trap. You’ll watch Kellan die tomorrow.”

This was how Verruckt had planned to retaliate against Allison.

Verruckt had the shattered porcelain cleaned up before finally leaving the room, his back turned to her, thoughts and emotions seeming to not exist in his mind.

But Allison remained tense.

When the plate hit the floor, she had done something in secret. Now, nestled in her palm, a silver dinner knife gleamed faintly in the dim light.

“Tomorrow?” she murmured under her breath.

She glanced down at the chains binding her, knowing she had to escape as soon as possible.

But she knew Verruckt well, and he must have the key to the chains himself.

So whatever happened, everything would change tomorrow.

The next morning, the rhythmic sound of countless footsteps stirred Allison from her sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Verruckt, leading a group of men straight toward her.

“Take Ms. Clarke with us.” His gaze dropped to Allison, his expression unreadable, but his tone dripped with mockery. “I hope I get to watch a good show today.”

Verruckt would never forget the day his research institute was blown up. Allison had played him like a fool that day. That disaster had marked the darkest chapter of his life — a time when everything he had built crumbled into nothing. Money, resources, reputation, and other things he once had — gone. Worse still, he had been forced into the shadows, constantly watching his back, knowing that the moment he surfaced, countless enemies would come hunting for him.

So, he had made a vow. He would make Allison suffer. And when he learned that she had a lover? His desire for revenge reached its peak.

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