Chapter 945
Chapter 945:
Now she stood paralyzed by the realization that Brandon had already figured everything out.
He knew. He had known before she even tried to escape.
Panic shot through Vivian’s thoughts, her world spinning as Brandon’s laughter echoed around her. She bolted for the door.
She didn’t make it far. Brandon’s grip clamped down on her shoulder, slamming her against the basement wall.
“You really thought you’d just slip away after everything you’ve done?” Brandon’s voice was sharp, every word tight with rage. “You turned my whole life into a joke, and now you want to walk out like none of it matters p>
Shadows made him look almost inhuman, his face twisted by anger under the basement’s dim light.
Vivian shook all over, fear crawling up her spine.
“I… Brandon, please…” She tried to plead, but his fist landed with a thunderous crack against the wall beside her head.
Glass shattered somewhere behind her, sending a jolt of terror through her body.
“You must not know the kind of man I truly am, Vivian! Macauley clearly never warned you!” Brandon’s voice was cold and venomous.
Vivian’s words died in her throat, her only response a terrified stare.
When she finally found her voice, it was thin and desperate. “You can’t do this, Brandon. You have to let me go. Locking me down here isn’t legal—you know that p>
Brandon’s face, contorted with rage, made the shadows of the basement seem almost welcoming by comparison.
Standing there, he looked less like a man and more like something inhuman, his anger cold and precise.
𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸰𝙘𝙤𝙢
Lies and betrayals crashed over him, one after another.
“You can’t keep me down here against my will, Brandon! This is illegal!” Vivian screamed, panic cutting through her words. “If you don’t let me out, I’ll drag you to court p>
Brandon only met her threats with a smirk.
The irony wasn’t lost on him—a woman who’d plotted with Macauley, stained by more than one crime, lecturing him about the law.
“I hope you’re ready to pay for every lie, Vivian,” said Brandon, his voice low and deliberate.
He had no plans to let her walk away unscathed. After she suffered her share, the next stop would be prison.
Fear flooded Vivian’s mind, dread spreading through every thought. What was Brandon planning?
Would he take her life? Or would he hand her over to the law?
She couldn’t let prison be her fate. That wasn’t an option she could live with. Her past was stained with too much filth, especially the schemes she’d once set for Macauley.
Brandon, at least, held a respected place in society. He wouldn’t really kill her with reckless abandon.
But Macauley? He had blood on his hands that couldn’t be washed away. There was no way Macauley would let her walk away untouched.