She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 660:

Natasha dragged Ashley out of the water. The yacht kept drifting away as she stared up at the figures on the cliff, finally yelling, “K!”

Freya didn’t look back.

She knew escape wasn’t an option.

If either she or Kristian tried to leave, Brendan would give the order and everyone would be shot.

But Ashley had no part in this, and Natasha had once helped Brendan.

That favor might be enough for him to let them go.

And in truth, Brendan was thinking the same.

He had briefly considered dragging Ashley down with him, but now that she was out of reach, he let it go.

“I should’ve guessed you were K,” Brendan said with a broader, almost gleeful smile. “You ought to be glad you didn’t try escaping earlier, or you’d be riddled with bullets by now.”

“Brendan Hoffman, if you call off your men, you might still get a lighter sentence,” Freya said, her voice firm and every syllable sharp.

“Dragging everyone down with you is pointless.”

Brendan looked down, a gravelly laugh rumbling from his chest.

He actually looked amused.

“Sentence?” he echoed. “No one has the power to sentence me.”

Freya’s brow furrowed with unease.noveldrama

Brendan didn’t resist as Kristian held the blade steady at his throat.

“You’d better be real careful with that dagger,” he warned. “If you slip and kill me, the entire island’s going up in flames.”

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“What did you do?” Freya asked, a cold wave of dread rushing through her.

“Oh, nothing too dramatic,” Brendan said with a casual shrug. “Just had a bunch of explosives rigged all over this island. If my vital signs flatline, they’ll trigger the blast.”

Freya genuinely thought he was out of his mind.

Brendan kept talking, disturbingly calm.

“Kristian, do you know why I had you wait by the sea all night?”

“Because of Dorothy.” For the first time, emotion flickered across Brendan’s face. “The night they sentenced her boyfriend to death, she sat by the sea in a thin white dress… and never moved, not even once.”

Kristian couldn’t make sense of it. What did that have to do with him? He was only trying to buy time—buy time for his reinforcements to arrive.

“It all started with you,” Brendan said, voice low and venomous. He flicked his eyes to Kristian, the dagger now slicing a fine thread of blood along his neck—he didn’t even seem to notice.

“You went to the police. You gave them the clues.” Brendan’s voice was sharp as a blade. “You got her boyfriend killed. And you got her killed too.”

If Reece Wright hadn’t gotten caught and sentenced to death, Dorothy Sampson wouldn’t have been so heartbroken—and she definitely wouldn’t have ended her own life.

If that hadn’t happened, Brendan wouldn’t have lost the only sister he had left in the world.

And it all came back to Kristian.

Brendan’s thoughts spiraled into something darker, something far more twisted, though he still wore that same unsettling smile. “If she hadn’t spent that night by the sea, she wouldn’t have caught a fever. And she never would’ve told me she wanted to come here to clear her head.”

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