Chapter 330 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Diarmuid said coolly, “Here’s your chance. The one who makes her suffer as much as you can gets his freedom.”

Both men promptly lunged at Debbie at Diarmuid’s words, with Dick grabbing her arm and biting on it like an animal, while Rick straddled her and rained his fists on her face!

Debbie screamed!

Soon, her face was bloody pulp and utterly disfigured, whereas bleeding chunks of her arm were bitten off!

Even so, no one could hear her screams given the castle’s isolated location. All it did was startle the birds in the woods nearby.

Rick and Dick were doing all they could to earn their freedom.

Whips, knives, lighters-anything that could bring pain, they used on Debbie.

Her screams soon stopped and she was left on the floor, convulsing in her death throes and no longer able to make a sound.

“That’s enough,” Diarmuid called out just then.

Rick and Dick stopped right then and hurried to his side. “Can we go now?”

Diarmuid simply pointed at Rick. “You can.”

Dick snapped in dissatisfaction. “But I obviously did better! I should be the one you free!”

Rick was already going to leave, but wheeled on his partner, glaring at him furiously. “Bullshit! I did better!”

They were soon arguing, though it was what Diarmuid wanted.

They were just thugs who could be bought with money, and would only be up to no good if he let them free.

That was why he wanted them to brutalize each other.

“True, both of you contributed equally-so, I’ll let free the one who manages to make it out of here.”

It was obvious that he wanted them to take each other out, but neither Rick nor Dick stopped to think about that.

Neither of them would back down-not when their survival was at stake.

It started with a harmless wrestle, and soon escalated to an all out fight.

Both men were evenly matched, but soon floored each other-they were already tired from beating up Debbie, and the fight gradually left them fatigued.

As they both lay on the floor, Diarmuid shot them a cool look and growled, “Go. N

Both of them were too tired and hurt to stand, but knowing that they would get killed if they stayed, they started to crawl toward the front door.

“Help me… Please…”

Drenched in blood, Debbie was still breathing, her fingers twitching as if to reach out for mercy.

Nonetheless, Diarmuid’s glare was sharp as it was cold, and his chest seemed to rumble as he growled, “You know what I’m like after you’ve worked for me over the years.”

“Y-You won’t kill me… yourself…” Debbie shot back.

She certainly knew that Diarmuid could be savage, but he had his limits!

However, Diarmuid did not do it before because he did not have people who mattered to him-people who were worth everything to him.

But things were different now. Tommy was his son-his flesh and blood! Even murdering Debbie would hardly quell his spite!

“Put her in the coffin,” he said nonchalantly, giving her her deserved sentence.

“N-No! Please, stop-“

Debbie was terrified, but she was easily picked up and thrown into the coffin, where that fake corpse was preserved.

The smell of putrefaction quickly hit her nostrils, leaving her repulsed and terrified!

“Argh! No! Please, help-“

Debbie felt like her heart could stop from being forced to lay with a corpse, but the coffin was shut regardless, locking her in alive!

Diarmuid remained impassive and told his henchmen, “There will be a fire here a day later. The two who just escaped are the culprits.”

“And the corpses were their fault too,” one of them replied.

Diarmuid nodded in satisfaction and turned to glance at the coffin.

Thudding could be heard as Debbie hit the coffin as hard as she could while she screamed in terror!

Debbie was not going to die so soon, but while she was being locked in the coffin with a corpse, her heart might stop from sheer terror before she bled out!

Even if she survived that, being forced to stay in such a compact space with a corpse was sheer torment!

The reason Diarmuid did not set the fire right away was to make her taste despair!

After leaving the mansion, Diarmuid headed to the hotel to take a bath and change his clothes.

He was not supposed to meet Abigail after being to such a terrible place, which was why he had to scrub off the foulness he felt had latched on to him!

An hour later, he headed to the mansion he arranged for Abigail.

Tommy was asleep after taking his medicine, and Abigail was drinking the soup Mrs. Watson made her at the dining table.

Mrs. Watson was sad to see her burn the candles on both ends, and now that Tommy recovered, everyone was relieved, just as Abigail could take the time to get some proper rest!

Sheryl was tidying Tommy’s clothes on the couch and appeared puzzled when she heard the doorbell.

“Who is it?” she asked, since no one other than them had been here since they moved here.

Abigail was there with them as well, so the doorbell was rather abrupt.

“Could you get the door, Mom?” Abigail said, thinking that it was Diarmuid since he would have been done with Debbie by now.

Sheryl did so, but her face fell the instant she saw that it was Diarmuid, snapping, “Oh, what a rare occasion! I wonder what could have possibly brought you here?”

Sheryl had been content and respectful toward Diarmuid as her son-in-law before, but she was naturally hostile now. After all, Debbie had chased them out of their house while Tommy was still sick, even flexing her status as Diarmuid’s new fiancee in their faces.

Would she have been able to do that without Diarmuid’s own approval? Sheryl certainly held a bitter grudge for that!

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you getting married soon?” she kept mocking him.

Diarmuid frowned and tried to look inside to find Abigail, but she was at the dining room with her soup.

Did Abigail even explain what had happened to Sheryl?

However, Sheryl saw what he did and moved to stop him from looking.” What are you looking at? Leave, or I’ll start yelling!”

“Hold on-“

“Stop, I don’t even know you,” Sheryl cut him short. “Leave right now-no one wants to see you. Oh, and Abigail and I agreed that we will have Tommy be named Ike Bernstein instead of Althoff. You did dump him, but even if you don’t care about him anymore, we do.”

“Wait, did you come to laugh at us? I’m sorry, but we’re doing very well right now, so just buzz off getting married instead of wasting your time here.”

Abigail had been watching with glee just then, and finally put away her bow! as she went to them.

Diarmuid thought that she would help explain things to Sheryl, only for her to add fuel to the fire.

“That’s right. Aren’t you getting married? What are you doing here?”

Diarmuid was speechless, and Sheryl shut the door in his face, not wanting Abigail to be hurt.

Abigail was actually stunned-she wanted to mess with Diarmuid a little, but Sheryl went too far.

“Mom-“

Sheryl cut her short before she could explain, taking her hands as she said, “Listen, Abigail-you were fooled once, so don’t get fooled again. Get it? Now get some rest.”

Then, as Sheryl pulled Abigail along to her bedroom, she warned Abigail, “You can’t afford to be soft with men, or they’ll bully you. I lived through that once, and I don’t want you to go through it as well.”

Abigail sat on her bed.

Even if Diarmuid was not sincere about his engagement with Debbie, she was one of his confidants, and her betrayal caused this whole mess.

He was certainly responsible for Tommy having to suffer so much.

Still, she decided to let him have it for the day-she could just explain what happened to Sheryl tomorrow.

Smiling slyly at Sheryl, she said, “Mom, keep giving him an earful if he comes again.”

“Of course,” Sheryl replied.

With that Abigail closed her eyes-she had certainly been exhausted and fell asleep soon enough.

The skies darkened when she groggily became aware that something was weighing down on her, almost suffocating her.

“Urgh…”

She slowly opened her eyes!

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