She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 661:

Freya’s thoughts were spinning, scanning everything she knew, trying to piece it together.

Dorothy?

Her boyfriend who’d been sentenced to death?

And Brendan Hoffman.

She kept digging through memories until the pieces snapped together. Uncertain, but needing to know, she asked, “Your sister… is she Dorothy Sampson?”

“You’re quick, K,” Brendan replied, giving a roundabout confirmation. He’d taken his father’s last name, but his sister had used their mother’s.

After their parents died, Dorothy was all he had left. But Kristian had ruined even that.

“Her boyfriend got caught because of what he did. Kristian helping the police wasn’t wrong,” Freya said plainly. “If you want to point fingers, start with yourself. You knew what her boyfriend was involved in.”

“I should blame myself?” Brendan shot back.

Freya still hadn’t looked at Kristian.

“Right. I should blame myself,” Brendan repeated, his tone suddenly soft. “That’s why I brought her enemy here—to die with me. A fitting tribute to her memory.”

Brendan turned his eyes on Freya, still speaking with that maddeningly calm tone. “Today, it’s you, me, and Kristian. We’re all going to die here… and join Dorothy on the other side.”noveldrama

That was why he’d said no one could ever sentence him.

Freya glanced down at the sea, then at the setup around them. Jumping meant almost certain death. Staying meant a hundred percent chance of getting blown up. It was, quite literally, a dead end.

Kristian’s eyes met hers. He said, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“How romantic,” Brendan sneered. “But have you heard the phrase ‘Too little, too late’? You think any of this still matters?”

“Name your terms and let her go,” Kristian said firmly.

He’d been there long enough to understand exactly what Brendan was thinking. Now that the man had aired every dark thought in his twisted head, it was only a matter of time before he destroyed the entire island.

If that happened… what would happen to Freya?

Kristian had to stall—had to give the others more time. And the best way to do that was to make Brendan fixate on him. That way, the man wouldn’t suspect a thing, and Kristian might just pull this off.

“You really want to save her, huh?” Brendan asked.

Kristian said, “Yes.”

“Then stab yourself in the heart,” Brendan replied smoothly. “If you can hang on for ten minutes, maybe I’ll think about letting her go.”

“I want her released. Not your maybe,” Kristian said flatly.

Brendan gave a lazy laugh, then turned to Freya. “Freya, your ex-husband’s quite the character. Running a fever and still daring to stand up to me. Where does he get the nerve?”

Freya’s gaze instinctively shifted to Kristian, and at the same moment, he looked at her.

That split second was all Brendan needed. He suddenly snatched Kristian’s hand and drove an elbow into his chest.

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