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.

Get

Deirdre shouted, digging it

a drawn curtain. She might have lost her

she looked as though she would

to snatch the knife from her before she

snarled, “Tell them to stop, now.

If they f*cked this up … God, there would not be any corpses in the caskets during their eventual funerals! “Alright, princess! You stay right here and

car, and it did not take him long to see Deirdre holding a

trembling. The cut she had made was deep-and yet she looked like she

color, and her eyes were red. “Let Sterling go, Brendan. The thing

beet -red, but finally, he howled,” Fine! Fine!” He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and turned to one of his bodyguards.

bodyguard ran away.

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