Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1282:

“What do you want?” Allison shot him a wary glance. Her gut twisted with unease.noveldrama

“Ms. Clarke, I’m going to let you meet him.” She knew exactly who he meant.

With a flick of his wrist, Verruckt signaled his men. “Take her away.”

“Yes, sir.”

They followed orders without hesitation, binding Allison’s limbs and shoving her into a car. A blindfold was pulled over her eyes. The vehicle rumbled to life, swaying and jolting along an unforgiving road. Allison could feel the rough terrain beneath them — mountain roads, most likely. But where were they headed? She had no way of knowing.

When the car finally rolled to a stop, blinding sunlight pierced her vision.

“Everyone, get out,” Verruckt said coldly.

The men obeyed, stepping out after him.

As Allison steadied herself, she realized where they were — a cliff. Her wrists were still bound as she was shoved forward, her toes hovering dangerously over the edge. One wrong move, and she would plummet. A deep frown settled on her face, but before she could process her next move, a familiar figure emerged in the distance.

It had been days since she last saw him, but there was no mistaking him. Kellan stood there, his face etched with exhaustion, dark circles shadowing his eyes.

“Allison!” Kellan advanced toward her.

His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion, as he stepped closer. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Kellan, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

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A lump formed in Allison’s throat, her eyes burning with unshed tears. But then, as Verruckt’s words from yesterday echoed in her mind, panic surged through her veins. “Don’t come any closer! It could be a trap!”

Verruckt let out a cruel laugh.

Seeing them care for each other so deeply only made his chest ache like a knife twisting in an old wound. His gaze turned to Kellan, dark and unreadable.

“Well, well. You really came alone.”

Kellan’s fists were clenched at his sides. “I came just like you asked. If it’s revenge you want, then take me instead of her.”

The moment their eyes locked, the air between them crackled with tension.

“Verruckt, you fool, let me tell the truth — I was the one who planned the explosion. Allison had nothing to do with it. You’ve been chasing the wrong person this whole time.”

Kellan had come with a single purpose — to offer himself in a one-for-one exchange. He was willing to trade his life for Allison’s safety.

But Verruckt only smirked.

“I don’t care who orchestrated it. It doesn’t change the fact that I want my revenge. But… you’ve just given me a rather interesting idea.” He twirled a dagger between his fingers, his amusement growing. “Only one of you gets to leave alive. Since you want Allison to live so badly, then go ahead and die in her place.”

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