A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1068

The Yelchin family was already broken beyond repair. Fairfax was one of the few who had treated her well, and she couldn't bear to see him walk into a death trap.

And then there was Starla.

"Just live a good life with her. Please, I'm begging you."

The words felt like a vise tightening around Fairfax's heart. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon."

"I said don't come!" Susanna screamed hysterically.

Suddenly, her bedroom door swung open. Yardley Hoggart's imposing figure stood in the doorway. Susanna jumped, her phone slipping from her trembling fingers and clattering to the floor.

His face was an unreadable, terrifying mask. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.

Yardley stepped into the room, his movements deliberate, and picked up the phone. The call was still connected.

"Susanna? Susanna? What happened?!" Fairfax's panicked voice echoed from the speaker. He had heard the drop and assumed the worst.

Susanna stared at Yardley, her face completely drained of color, terror radiating from her eyes. He was a psychopath. A monster.

Yardley held her gaze with a chilling indifference as he lifted the phone. "When do you arrive in Yoran?" he asked coolly.

Fairfax recognized the voice. "Don't you dare touch her!"

"Touch her? I've already done far worse."

"Yardley, you bastard!"

"Did you bring Starla?" Yardley demanded, entirely unfazed by Fairfax's rage.

"Yes! So leave Susanna alone!"

"Going to try and kill yourself again?" Yardley mocked with a cruel smirk.

The state she was in wasn't because Yardley had beaten her—it was self-inflicted. She had been so desperate to escape this monster that she had tried everything, even attempting to end her own life. But nothing worked. She could never escape his grasp.

"Let me go," she whispered.

"Out of energy already?" he sneered.

Furious, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. But she was too exhausted; there was barely any force behind the bite.

A tear slipped down her cheek, born from pure, absolute helplessness.

"You never planned to hand me back to my brother, did you?" she asked, her voice hollow with despair. She could feel his suffocating, obsessive possessiveness. He didn't understand love, but he was hellbent on keeping her chained to him.

He would never let her go.