Resent, Reject, Regret

Resent, Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Who Do You Think You Are?

Strewn into their mockery was a thinly-veiled accusation: It was all Deirdre’s fault.

How could they be so cruel? She was just as much of a human as they were. She was not an emotionless plaything ! Why must she obey Brendan’s every whim? Because she had been unfortunate enough to become the Devil’s object of obsession ? Because she deserved to be punished for saying yes to becoming Mrs. Brighthall?

Deirdre’s pain was consuming her from within. She seemed to have depleted her entire supply of tears, and now all there was left in her eyes was a bottomless void threatening to swallow her sense of self.

Then, she remembered. Sterling was about to be beaten by a violent mob.

Fingers trembling, she thought of Brendan’s habit and felt her way to the bottom of the driver’s seat. Then, she pulled out a knife.

She turned its pointy edge toward her neck.

the hell are you doing?! Get that thing away from you!” They cried, yanking the car door

from me!” Deirdre shouted, digging

She drew a line, and blood poured like a drawn curtain. She

prey she looked as though she would severe her

two burly men to snatch the knife from her before

“Tell them to stop, now. And tell Brendan to come

funerals! “Alright, princess! You stay right here and don’t let that knife slip the wrong way, you hear me? I’m gonna get Mr. Brighthall now! Don’t

Brendan practically rushed to the car, and it did not take him

the f*ck, McKinnon?! How suicidal are you?!” he shrieked, his body trembling. The cut she had made was deep-and yet she looked like she did not give a damn about herself. All she cared about was weaponizing her life

eyes were red. “Let Sterling

deepening the cut. Brendan’s eyes were beet -red, but finally, he howled,” Fine! Fine!” He clenched his

bodyguard ran away. Deirdre’s eyelashes

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