Niamh had long admired Kendrick, the most sought-after bachelor in the city. However, she never dared to dream of becoming his wife. Unexpectedly, a wicked plan orchestrated by others led Niamh to marry Kendrick.
Despite their marriage, Kendrick held no love for Niamh and his disdain for her only grew over time. Nevaeh, Niamh’s sister, on the other hand, was Kendrick’s true love.
With a devious nature, Nevaeh aimed to strip everything away from Niamh, including her husband. She devised various schemes to frame her sister, ultimately resulting in Niamh being unjustly imprisoned.
Shockingly, Kendrick stood idly by as Niamh was sent away.
Betrayed by both her sister and husband, Niamh felt completely disillusioned. However, as years passed, she returned stronger than ever, no longer the woman they once belittled. Empowered by newfound strength, she vowed to exact revenge on all those who wronged her.
“You must hate me a lot, don’t you, Kendrick? You don’t even want to see me anymore, right?” Her tone was weak and her complexion was pale, exaggerating her sickly state. “I can’t live without you, Kendrick. Don’t you know? I can give everything, even my life, if it means that I’ll have you. I’d…
“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…
Grumble, grumble. Niamh’s stomach began to rumble. She was kidnapped the moment she left the house before she had the chance to eat anything. Then, they had drugged her with chloroform. Her mind was still foggy and drowsy. She had to find a way out soon since the chance of getting found was still high…
However, there was no foolproof way to prevent her from being seen. After exiting the darkened room, Niamh was met with a flushed and unclothed Nevaeh as well as two other thugs with unkempt clothes. Niamh felt a wave of disgust hit her at the sight. “Vera Quinn?!” Nevaeh pointed in mortification as she watched…
Niamh struggled to open her eyes just so she could see who it was, but her eyelids seemed to grow heavier by the second. Instinctively, she curled toward the man who refused to let her go. Perhaps because he gave her a sense of security. This might have been the first time Niamh felt what…
Perhaps she had gotten hurt then, and in her wound buried a thorn. Every time they met again, the thorn would start to hurt her. The pain only worsened until she got to the point where she started praying for death… Niamh furrowed her defined brows as the dreamscape began to shift, bringing her back…
Sparing the inside of the room a worried glance, she turned to exhort Kendrick. “Go in and comfort Nevaeh, alright? Don’t hurt her anymore!” Ignoring Eloise, Kendrick pushed open the door and walked inside. The VIP room was very spacious. Upon entering, Kendrick realized that the bed was empty and Nevaeh was nowhere to be…
He had just walked to the door when the cup hit his frame. Glass shards flew upon contact and missed his face by a hair. “Kendrick!” Nevaeh exclaimed in shock, the blood draining from her face. Niamh immediately leaned toward Kendrick in shock. “You’re here, Kendrick. I almost thought I wouldn’t have survived to see…
Was this still the Nia he had met on the beach all those years ago? She had changed too much. Kendrick received another call from Mrs. Waldburg, telling him to visit Nevaeh. She hung up before he could even reply. While he had technically investigated the case, there was still something left untouched. Who was…
Procuring two wine glasses from the car, he poured Niamh one and handed it to her. “Drink with me.” His baritone voice sounded bossy, but there was a tinge of indescribable fondness in his eyes. Niamh took the glass and downed it easily. Almost everything she never used to know, she knew now. Drinking was…