The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 433 In an abandoned warehouse, the thick smell of paint filled the air, stinging the eyes. Machines buzzed ominously, filling the space with a low, constant hum.

Maeve was yanked by the hair and thrown to the ground, her knee scraping hard against the rough floor as blood trickled down. She held back a cry, refusing to show weakness.

"Hard to believe that spineless Henry fathered such a tough daughter," one of the men sneered.

"Years ago, your father promised to share the jewelry with us, then ran off with it. Since you're his daughter, you must know where the rest is hidden." Maeve clenched her fists, forcing herself to think despite the pain in her knee. She knew she couldn't overpower them, especially since the self-defense bracelet Will had modified for her had fallen off in the struggle. All she could do now was stall. "Henry abandonedover twenty years ago," Maeve said, trying to keep her voice steady. "The police already seized sof the jewelry he had. Oply Henry knows where the rest is. I'm not the person you're looking for." The men didn't buy it, crowding closer. "Don't waste our twith lies. Either tell us the truth, or things will get very ugly for you," one demanded.

Maeve bit her lip. "Fine. The truth is, before Henry disappeared, he sentspackages. The jewelry was hidden in those, and it's at my house. Don't hurt me, and I'll give it all to you." The men exchanged looks, seemingly considering it. For a moment, Maeve thought her bluff might work. But then the leader's expression darkened, and he slapped her hard.

"Think you can fool us? Lying will only make this worse!" he said, snarling.

Maeve's mind reeled, unsure what gave her away.

"Put her on it," the leader ordered his men gruffly.

Rough hands lifted her and dragged her over to a wooden table, where they strapped her arms and legs with iron restraints The buzzing sound grew louder as a switch flipped. Looking up, she saw the source, a large chainsaw, its cold blade hovering menacingly overhead. Maeve's heart sank as the hum intensified, the teeth of the saw glinting above her.

Panicked, Maeve tried to sound cooperative. "Let's not go overboard. If it's jewelry you want, I can make sure you get it. Why waste twith this? Besides, what my father stole isn't even worth it." Maeve knew she had to keep talking to buy time, but the men were unmoved. They only laughed at her fear.

"You think this is just about jewelry? Your father's betrayal put a target on your back. Since we couldn't find him, you're here to pay his debt," one of them said.

"You've got no one to blbut yourself for being born into that family," another added with a cruel grin. "So, what's it gonna be, a hand or a foot?" Maeve's body turned numb as fear strangled her. She wanted to live. None of this was her fault.

Maeve's heart pounded as the chainsaw dropped a few more inches, close enough now that she could feel the cold air from its blade. She broke into a sweat, her body going numb with fear "Wait! Please, givea second to think!" she cried. "I'll get you more jewelry. Just givea moment." Chapter 483 One of them hit the switch flowing the chainsaw. The saw continued to sway above her, Inching closer as dread settled deep in her bones.

Maeve stared at the chainsaw swinging closer, just inches from her face. Her vision began to fade, and an uncontrollable fear took over, making her body go numb until she was barely conscious, No one, no matter how strong, could stay calm facing death like this. The only sound Macve could hear was the relentless buzz of the chainsaw, drawing nearer and nearer. Her forehead. dripping with sweat, burned with pain from the rushing blades.

And then, the chainsaw stopped.

The burly men who had been laughing at Macve's terror froze, feeling the cold press of a gun's black muzzle against the backs of their heads.

"Who the hell are you?" one of them n stammered Byron stood in the shadows, half-hidden in a black trench coat. His narrow, dark eyes burned with a terrifying intensity.

When he saw Maeve unconscious on the bed, his face tightened a red glint flashing at the corners of his eyes, and his grip on the gun turned white-knuckled.

A gunshot shattered the silence.

One of the burly men collapsed, clutching his ear, blood streaming from the fresh wound as he howled ver in pain. More shots followed, this ttargeting their hands, each bullet met with sprays of blood and the thick, metallic scent that filled the room.

The rage in Byron's chest surged, relentless and consuming. He didn't want to control it. He needed to see blood spilled to even begin to calm down.

Tom, who had cwith Byron, stood nearby, watching coldly. Leave the rest to me. I'll make sure these men rotin Blacktomb Prison. They won't see daylight again," Tom said icily, disgust in his voice. Tom had always seen Maeve as family and wouldn't let this go unpunished.

Byron said nothing, striding forward to unshackle Maeve. He lifted hen gently, pressing a rare, tender kiss to her damp forehead as he carried her out of the blood-stained warehouse. "Take her to Royal Hospital," Tom called after him. "I've already arranged everything." 2/2