Chapter 948
Chapter 948:
Brandon never imagined then that Vivian’s illness was nothing but an act, or that he’d just walked into her trap. He truly believed the secret would be buried with her six months later.
Vivian had only one rule: Millie could never learn about their arrangement. He convinced himself six months wasn’t forever. Surely Millie would wait for him. Once it was all over, he would come clean, and Millie would understand. But…
The memories were too agonizing to bear, each one cutting through Brandon like a blade.
In the suffocating atmosphere of the basement, he stared down at Vivian as she gasped and struggled against his grip, her face turning a dangerous shade of purple from lack of oxygen.
His hatred for her—and for himself—consumed every fiber of his being.
Because of his blind stupidity, his entire world had collapsed. His unborn child was gone forever, and Millie had walked out of his life, taking his heart with her.
Just as Vivian’s eyes began to roll back and her struggles grew weaker, Brandon released his grip on her throat and shoved her away with disgust.
Vivian collapsed onto the cold concrete floor, her body convulsing as she clawed for air. She coughed violently, each breath a painful struggle.
When she saw Brandon sink back into his wheelchair, she shrieked, “Brandon, you’ve completely lost your mind p>
But he sat motionless, his head hanging low as if the weight of his guilt was too much to bear.
Vivian hurled curses and accusations at him for several long minutes, her voice growing stronger as her breathing steadied. When she finally caught her breath, she glared at him with pure venom. Even when he’d tried to kill her, he’d backed down in the end, hadn’t he? She still held the power here.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up from her chest as she commanded with renewed arrogance, “Brandon, listen to me very carefully. Right now, you’re going to get my money ready and let me walk out of here p>
𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⫶ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Her entire body was still trembling from the near-death experience, but she couldn’t stop laughing. She, Vivian, was still going to be the ultimate winner in this twisted game.
“You want money?” Brandon slowly raised his head. When he looked at her, there was something terrifying in his expression. “You want your freedom p>
A cold, bloodthirsty smile spread across his face, and Vivian’s laughter died in her throat.
“Vivian, you’re not going anywhere. Ever,” he whispered.
Vivian felt a chill of real fear for the first time, but she quickly rallied her defenses. “Brandon, don’t forget that I have those photos of Millie!” she shouted desperately.
But Brandon’s smile only grew wider and more sinister. He began laughing, a sound utterly devoid of humor or warmth.
“If you hadn’t just reminded me about those photos, I might have been merciful enough to simply send you to prison,” Brandon said with deadly calm. “But you’ve just given me a much better idea. I’m not going to let you die, Vivian. But I’m certainly not going to let you live in comfort either p>
Panic began creeping into Vivian’s voice as the reality of her situation started to sink in. “What about Macauley? He’s still out there, and he’ll p>
“Macauley can stay out there for now,” Brandon interrupted, speaking each word with deliberate precision. “But here’s what’s going to happen, Vivian. If he truly wants to keep you alive, he won’t dare release those photos recklessly. I will find him eventually. And when I do, he’s going to wish he’d never been born p>