Chapter 142 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

“What about you, then? Did you forget the tacos you and my wife were so lovingly enjoying by the roadside, Daniel? You even sent her home afterward. How kind of you. Did you perhaps forget about the kiss in broad daylight?” Kendrick interrogated chillingly, the smile on his face long gone by now and was instead replaced with the frost that forced one to divert their gaze.

“I’m telling you, Daniel. Niamh will always be my woman. Even in death, her ashes belong to me! Who do you think you are? You’ve been nothing more than a delusional homewrecker who tried to steal a woman from her husband.”

At that, Daniel chuckled.

“A homewrecker? So you do know that word. Perhaps Niamh would not have been framed time and time again by that homewrecker Nevaeh had you not turned a blind eye every time! You were an accomplice!”

An emotion rippled through Kendrick’s calm features.

He could not deny that he had indeed played the role of the executioner when it came to the harm Niamh had been put through.

He had been the cause of at least half the wounds she carried and the blood she bled.

Kendrick frowned. “I didn’t come here to talk to you about this, Daniel.”

Daniel realized that their conversation had trailed off-topic as well. He suspiciously looked at Kendrick. “Are you really not the one who kidnapped Niamh?”

“She’s not Niamh.” Kendrick emphasized.

“Are you still trying to lie to me?” Daniel stood his ground. “I refuse to believe that there would be two people who share the same appearance. You must’ve brainwashed Niamh!”

“Huh.” Kendrick chuckled lowly. His gaze was suddenly washed over with unending loneliness. “It’d be nice if you were right. At least then, she’d still be alive.”

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After a long sleep, Niamh awoke blearily.

Blinking her eyes open, Niamh realized that both her hands and legs were tied up. She was currently locked somewhere dark.

The only source of light she had was from the small rectangular window on the wall in front of her. With how the sky looked at this moment, she deduced it to be evening already.

Right then, the door ‘creaked’ open and a ray of light shone inside. Niamh quickly closed her eyes, pretending to still be unconscious.

Two men strolled inside. One of them stopped in front of Niamh and roughly pinched her delicate chin.

“Tsk. What a pretty lady. We’re going to have so much fun playing with her later!”

“How about we have a taste test?”

“Yes! I can’t wait anymore!”

After reaching an agreement, the two men’s eyes shone.

One of them placed a hand on Niamh’s clothes and began to take her jacket off.

“Hey, hey, hey. What are you two doing?”

Someone stopped the duo just as Niamh was about to struggle.

“The b*tch just called and said she’ll be here in a few minutes. She said she wants to watch us play with this woman and film us doing it. Save some strength and don’t touch the chick just yet.”

“Fck! That btch sure knows how to have fun!” exclaimed the man who had a hand on Niamh’s jacket. The two followed the other man out and locked the door behind them.

Niamh opened her eyes and slowly sat up. After forcefully calming herself, she took a good look at her surroundings. All sorts of cardboard boxes littered the room and glass shards were scattered around the ground below the window.

Shuffling over, Niamh grabbed a large piece of glass with her hands and began to work on the rope behind her.

Her hands began to bleed from the rope before the rope could give.

What were such wounds to her in the face of the torment she had endured before?

Biting through the pain, Niamh finally cut through the rope around her hands and began to work on the rope around her feet.

Staring at the only small window in front of her and the messy boxes that were littered all over the room, an escape plan formed in Niamh’s mind.

Alas, right at that moment, footsteps began to sound from outside the door…

Niamh’s heart raced and she was nervous.

From the sound, the men had already reached the door. Niamh had no other options. She needed to act now.

Bracing through the pain of her bleeding hands, Niamh moved an abandoned chair.

The men outside were already tinkling with the lock. After taking a rock from the ground, Niamh stepped on the chair.

“F*ck! Didn’t you open the door just now? How did you lose the key? Look for it, now!” An angry voice rang out from outside the door.

Hearing them, Niamh realized that this was a great opportunity for her.

Staring at the broken window in front of her, she raised the rock to hit it.

Crash!

The glass shattered instantly with a crisp crack.

The people by the door immediately fell silent for a few seconds before someone roared. “F*ck! The chick couldn’t have run off, could she?”

“What? She ran off?” A woman’s infuriated voice drifted over, followed by an order. “Kick the door down! The two of you, look for her outside. She couldn’t have gone far!”

With that, the room door was quickly opened with force.

When they ran in, Nevaeh and the two men were met with the sight of a bundle of ropes on the ground.

“Vera Quinn!” Nevaeh clenched her teeth. Lifting her head, she found the small window with its glass broken and its remnants clinging to a small piece of cloth. “I can’t believe she actually ran off! Go, run after her! Either you find her, or I’ll kill you!”

“Let’s go! We’ve got to find her, quick!” The thugs immediately chased after the loose woman cooperatively.

Nevaeh kicked the pile of rope and ran out in humiliation.

The surroundings grew quiet.

Slowly, Niamh poked her head out of the pile of junk. Her onyx orbs surveyed the room before her gaze fell on Nevaeh who stood impatiently by the side.

“I was right. It was you, after all, Nevaeh.”

Niamh was hardly shocked.

She took a deep breath and was glad that she had made the smart choice.

Having already died once, she refused to let anyone hurt her again—especially Nevaeh.

Although, to escape would pose a certain difficulty since Nevaeh was still waiting outside.

She did not have her phone on her either, so contacting someone was also out of the question.

Lowering her eyes to think, Niamh’s gaze fell on the crystal bracelet around her hand and felt the worry in her heart calm considerably.

Smiling softly, Niamh caressed the bracelet. Jackson’s appearance soon surfaced in her mind.

She could not imagine why such an obedient child like Jackson would have such a horrible mother like Niamh.

Not to mention how the child looked nothing like Nevaeh. He did look like Kendrick, though. His aura and the appearance of his brows were a replica of his father’s.

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