The gun was fired and the bullet shot through Kendrick’s chest.
Niamh felt her heart getting shot with his.
“Kendrick!” she shouted. The feeling of her heart being torn apart seeped into her bones.
Niamh’s eyes snapped open and they were met with a bright ray of sunlight that shone from the window to the side of the bed. It dawned on her that it was merely a bad dream.
Kendrick had not come over, nor did he die by Ryan’s hand.
Whew…
Niamh let out a silent sigh of relief as the erratic beat of her heart settled.
Niamh felt her heart shake through the aftershocks as she thought about what happened before she got shot.
The only thing that the dream had gotten right was that she was brought back to Ryan’s home again.
She remembered being held in Kendrick’s arms before she fell unconscious, so why was she back again?
Niamh slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. Her brows furrowed slightly when the wound on her shoulder was tugged, but she did not pay much attention to it.
She had already lost count of how much blood she lost and how many wounds she got across the years.
Click.
The room door was suddenly pushed open to reveal Ryan, who entered the room carefreely with a hand in his pocket.
Seeing Niamh awake, a smile graced his attractive features.
He made his way to the bed and quirked the corner of his lips at her pale and hollow complexion. “We’ll see if you dare to meet him again.”
His threatening words also served to warn Niamh to stop trying to meet Kendrick.
Niamh’s clear eyes stared coldly at Ryan, her pretty pink lips parting to say, “If getting hurt and bleeding is the price to pay for one of his hugs or a gaze from him, then so be it.”
Ryan’s expression shifted drastically as he reached out to grip Niamh’s delicate chin. He hovered his darkened expression in front of her eyes.
Niamh may not be in the best physical condition, but that did not soften her aura or the sharp glint in her eyes.
“Do you not fear death?” Ryan tightened his hold on Niamh’s chin as his gaze grew cold.
“I fear the prospect of never seeing him again more.” Niamh asserted her will.
Ryan’s brows knitted tightly as if he had suffered an attack of sorts.
His desire to win and possess would not allow the woman in his eyes to yearn for another man.
“Are you telling me that you don’t care about your parents, Eveline Montgomery?”
His words hit the sore spot.
He knew that she would not leave her parents to fend for themselves.
“Should you dare think of Kendrick Waldburg or hope that the man will save you from my grasp, then you might as well prepare yourself for the pain of losing both your parents for good!”
He warned sternly, every word he barked out seeping with a horrifying chill.
It was as if the man had turned from human into a cruel devil at that moment. He exploded with wickedness, and without minding Niamh’s injury, his cold palm seized her nape.
“Listen closely, Eveline Montgomery, you will not try to overstep my boundaries. I’m not as stupid as Kendrick Waldburg to give my life for you. If need be, I will kill you without hesitation as well,” he warned harshly before he let her go.
Just then, a maid walked in and Ryan seemed to have switched his personality, reverting to the gentleman he was in everyone else’s eyes.
“Take care of my wife.”
“Yes, Mr. Jones,” the maid responded.
The corners of Ryan’s lips tugged into a smile as he leaned down to whisper by Niamh’s ear, “Remember what I said, hmm?”
Then, he tilted his face to kiss Niamh’s cheek.
Niamh quickly avoided it, glaring stubbornly and distastefully at Ryan.
Ryan scoffed in displeasure before turning to leave the room.
In the maid’s eyes, it was only an intimate and loving sight.
Ryan returned to the room and changed out of his clothes before making a call.
After understanding the situation, Ryan left the house alone.
On the other end, Kendrick could be seen rushing out of a hospital.
He had yet to get a wink of sleep ever since he placed Niamh in Ryan’s arm yesterday. He had spent the time running in and out of renowned hospitals in Y Country to ask for Niamh’s situation but came up empty-handed.
“Nia.
“Did I make a mistake by handing you over to Ryan?”
Kendrick rubbed his forehead in exhaustion as regret began to creep into his heart.
Still, if he had not handed her to Ryan, could he bring himself to accept the result of what would happen?
He was confused as to what more there was to Ryan Jones. Who was this man, and why was he free to do whatever he wanted in F Country?
Kendrick came up with a few hypotheses and took a look at the map on his phone before he made his way to the next hospital. He had started the car and was about to step on the accelerator when a car suddenly stopped next to his.
The window was rolled down, revealing Ryan.
Kendrick’s expression changed. “Ryan?”
“Yeah.” Ryan curled his lips into a smirk. “Are you worried about your woman?”
Kendrick tightened his hold on the steering wheel. “Where are you hiding Nia?”
Ryan’s smile turned mysterious. “Follow me if you want to know.”
Despite knowing that it could be a trap Ryan was setting to lure him in, Kendrick stepped on the gas and followed without hesitation.
Ryan drove quickly as if he was trying to lose Kendrick, but Kendrick’s driving skills and sharp eyes did not give Ryan the chance.
In less than 20 minutes, Ryan’s car came to a stop at a warehouse.
Kendrick followed him inside without a thought.
The moment he entered, he was met with a bullet fired right at him.
Kendrick swiftly stepped out of its path and felt the bullet miss his ear by a few inches before it pierced through the wooden plank behind him.
He looked up and saw Ryan standing not too far in front of him.
Ryan had his gun pointed at him, his elegant and gentlemanly features oozed with a brutal aura that was further amplified by his suit.
“I knew that you wouldn’t just bring me to see Nia that easily, Ryan. So talk, what do you want?” Kendrick asked, not having the patience to beat around the bush with Ryan.
Ryan smiled and lowered his gun before he slowly walked toward Kendrick.
“I want you to die and I want the Waldburg family to go extinct for all of eternity,” Ryan revealed his desire as the spark in his eyes sharpened into a glint. “Do you know why I hate you so much, Kendrick?”
Kendrick faced the burning hatred in Ryan’s eyes calmly. He had no idea why Ryan hated him so much.
“Glendale’s richest family should never have been the Waldburgs,” Ryan stated.
Kendrick seemed to have caught on. “You’re telling me you resorted to controlling Yorick Johnson through illegal trading, murder, and stealing my wife for a mere title?”
“Is that all you think this is?” Ryan scoffed. “Let me tell you, Kendrick Waldburg. This is more than just a mere title. This is also about the life of the person I respected the most!”
His expression darkened as he aimed his gun at Kendrick.
“Go home and ask that old man what he did back then. Then again, who knows if you have the chance or not?”
With that, Ryan pulled the trigger again.
Agilely, Kendrick evaded that as well.
Ryan’s expression darkened as anger began to shroud the man. He now looked just like a devil standing in the dark of the night. “Don’t you want to know where your woman is? Then stand there and stop moving!”
Kendrick paused his swift maneuver.
Ryan’s lips curled into an evil smirk as he aimed his gun at Kendrick’s calf, then fired a shot.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.