Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 85: Melany dared not utter a word, her silence a heavy weight as Colton seethed beside her.

But Colton was far from ready to let things slide.

Mr.

Lloyd, dont think you can just throw your weight around like that! he snapped, his voice slicing through the tension.

At this level, everyone knew what it meant when a powerful corporation stood behind someone.

It was more than just backing; it signified a deep-rooted alliance, an entanglement of fates.

The look Kellan had given earlier, while handing over the bag, was impossible to misinterpret by any man who understood the game.

It wasnt the look of a casual acquaintance, especially not from someone as cold-blooded and calculating as Kellan.

Realization struck, and Coltons anger flared even hotter.

His chest heaved, and the finger he jabbed toward Allison trembled with barely contained rage.

So, its true then.

Youve been involved with him all along.

Now it makes sensewhy you were so eager to cut ties with me, you slut! Melanys poisonous whispers had twisted their way into Coltons mind, binding him to his rage.

Whatever lingering guilt he once had for Allison evaporated like steam on a hot iron.

He was convinced nowAllison had sold herself for that business deal years ago.

You had everything you could ask for in the Stevens familycomfort, security, all of it handed to you on a silver platter! We never treated you poorly, yet you repaid us by sneaking around, disgracing me with your filthy betrayal.

Allison, youre nothing but a lying tramp! Coltons eyes were bloodshot, his mind clouded with fury.

He couldnt even fully grasp why this rage consumed him, but it did, so much so that he lost all self-control, hurling vile words at Allison like daggers.

Crack! Allison didnt flinch.

Her response was swiftquick as lightning splitting the sky.

Her slender fingers moved so fast they blurred, and the sound of bone snapping echoed through the room.

Ahhh! Colton hadnt even processed what had just happened before a jolt of numbness shot through his fingers, followed by an excruciating, bone-deep agony.

Allison had broken one of his fingers clean in half.

Sweat drenched his forehead, cold as ice, as his body convulsed from the shock.

The sharp pain reignited the fracture in his other wrist, compounding his torment.

With a heavy, humiliating thud, he dropped to his knees.

The fall wasnt just from the pain in his wrist or the freshly snapped fingerit felt like the agony had burned through him like wildfire.

LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn g????l????ovєl????.???????????? He curled into himself, his spine contorting as if trying to shield himself from the relentless pain.

Are you out of your mind, Allison?! To anyone else watching, it might have seemed as though Colton was bowing in apology.

Even through the cloud of pain, a ridiculous thought flickered through his mind at least she hadnt aimed lower.

If shed applied that same force further down, his future would have been utterly destroyed.

Oh my God! Colton, are you alright? Melany shrieked, her voice trembling with fear.

She had never witnessed such brutality before.

The speed, the cold precision of Allisons attack left her reeling.

She stumbled backward, feeling an icy grip slither up her spine.

But Allison wasnt done.

She followed Colton as he crumpled, squatting beside him, her presence looming over him.

Gripping his jaw with both hands, she forced it open, her control absolute.

Is that all it takes for you to crumble in pain? Were only just getting started.

With a twist of her hands, she dislocated his jaw effortlessly.

A small knife slipped from her sleeve, the blade gleaming ominously as she pressed it against his tongue.

This tongue of yours, always wagging, always spinning lies.

Lets see how much it can wag once I slice it off.

Allisons tone was cool, almost conversational, but the threat behind her words was sharp enough to cut.

The terrifying calm with which Allison carried out her threats sent a shiver down Melanys spine.

She stood frozen, too terrified to even breathe.

Her mind flashed back to that day in Athton when Allison had sliced through her hair with nothing but a knife, and the sting of the slap shed delivered.

That memory was enough to send Melany retreating further, her legs carrying her backward as fast as fear could push them, terrified that Allison might turn her wrath on her next.

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