Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 217: Devin let out a sarcastic laugh, fully aware that he couldnt get too close to the window. Taking a step back, he used the wall for cover.

With a swift motion, he flung two knives from behind his waist, embedding them just in front of Kellan and Colton.

I get a kick out of watching you high-and-mighty types squirm! he sneered, his lips curling into a mock smile. Arent you worried about those two women? How about you prove youre serious? Go ahead, stab yourself in the leg to showssincerity.

Or else... He took a deliberate step forward, pressing the knife against the rope.

Just a little more pressure and it would snap.

Melanys sharp scream cut through the tension.

She was convinced the rope was about to give way.

Colton, help me! Please! Her panicked cries only fed Devins twisted satisfaction.

Shut up! Devin barked, his tone cruel.

He then turned back to the two men, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

If you dont do what I say, youll be picking up their boiled bodies! Devins eyes flicked between Colton and Kellan, savoring their discomfort.

There was something perversely satisfying about watching these so-called golden boys crumble beneath him. Coltons eyes darted to the knives.

Quit playing.

If its money you want, just say it! His voice cracked with genuine fear for Melanys life.

Yet, even in the grip of a life-or-death situation, Coltons gaze kept sliding toward Allison.

Unlike Melany, who had screamed in terror, Allison stood still, calm as ever.

Colton liked to believe he loved Melany, but when it cto plunging a blade into his own flesh, he hesitateda hesitation he couldnt explain.

Devin noticed the hesitation, of course.

His sneer deepened.

So, the mighty Mr.

Stevens is scared after all.

Whats it gonna be? Or should I send both these lovely ladies straight to hell? Devin started cutting through the ropes without hesitation.

Stop, Kellans voice cut through the tension.

Ill do it.

Without a flicker of doubt, Kellan bent down, picked up the knife, and drove it into his leg.

Blood welled up instantly.

A bead of sweat slid down his brow, but his face remained unreadable.

His mind raced through memories long buriedmemories of his younger brother, killed by the mafia.

The past and present blurred, but Kellan knew one thing: he wouldnt let Allison get hurt, not again.

Pain was a minor inconvenience if it meant keeping her safe.

Kellan... Allisons voice trembled slightly, her eyes wide in disbelief.

She watched him, the man in the wheelchair, his hair slick with sweat, yet his gaze never wavered.

His eyes, intense as ever, seemed to say, No need to worry.

Seeing Kellans resolve, Colton was momentarily stunned, his breath hitching.

The sight of blood, the way Melanys tear-filled eyes clung to his every movement, pushed Colton to his breaking point.

He gritted his teeth, and in one swift motion, plunged the knife into his leg.

There, Colton rasped, clutching the wound as pain shot through him like fire.

Now will you let them go? His face turned pale, his body trembling, but he refused to scream, biting down hard against the agony.

Colton! Melanys desperate sobs echoed around the room.

Allison exhaled slowly, her breath heavy with the weight of her thoughts.

She closed her eyes briefly, reflecting on the situation.

Devin, though volatile and unpredictable, was also sharp once his temper cooled.

The way he used the wall for cover, shielding himself from any unforeseen danger, proved his calculating instincts.

Her plan to buy tfor the sniper was now a lost cause.

She needed a different angle, something more manipulative.

She had to get Devin to lower his guard.

And with men like him, their ego was often their greatest weakness.

Allison bowed her head, sighing deeply, as if burdened with regret.

Devin, I know I was wrong.

I shouldnt have done what I did.

We grew up together.

Cant you let this one slide, just this once? Her face shifted into one of genuine fear.

The oils so hot... Im scared, Devin.

Please... just letgo.

Ill agree to whatever you want, right here, in front of everyone.

I swear.

A triumphant grin spread across Devins face, his expression lighting up with sadistic glee.

Finally scared, huh? he sneered, savoring every word.

The bitter seed of resentment he had carried since the moment he first saw Allison had now blossomed into something dark and twisted. He could still remember the humiliationthe girl he had once tormented now standing above him, stronger and untouchable.

But hearing her break and beg scratched that deep itch for revenge.

Satisfaction, however perverse, coursed through him.

Well, at least youve finally cto your senses.

But you sure held out a while, didnt you? All this time, standing your ground and now here you are, begging at my feet.

Too bad! Still doing it for that lover of yours, huh? Whats the matter? m Feeling sorry for him now? The venom in his voice was palpable, each word laced with simmering fury.

Fine.

Ill save you for last.

But before we get to that, maybe a little lesson is in order.

Didnt you cut off one of my fingers? Now its your turn to feel the same.

In his growing anger, Devins caution slipped.

His thirst for retribution eclipsed his need for control.

He muttered under his breath, almost to himself, No, cutting it off would be too quick.

Ill crush your fingers.

Piece by piece! His eyes darkened, and with a swift movement, he reached for a hammer lying on the floor.

But just as his hand closed around it, something shifted.

Kellan, the man who had been sitting silently, seemingly helpless, rose from his wheelchair.

Colton stood frozen in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

His mind raced, trying to reconcile the scene before him.

Wasnt Kellan supposed to be crippled? .