Daniel’s hand shot out and slapped her hard across the face.
Marina’s head snapped to the side from the blow. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned back to the camera before Daniel could slap the tape over her mouth again, screaming at Jonathan on the screen:
“Whether I make it out alive or not, remember that I love you, Jonathan, I—”
Daniel didn’t give her the chance to finish.
“You’ve got two hours, Jonathan. As soon as I get the money, she’s free. Otherwise... you can start planning her funeral.”
He hung up, sent Jonathan the anonymous account number Joker had given him, and then destroyed the phone.
“Wow, you really put on a convincing act,” Daniel drawled, turning to Marina as he tore the tape from her lips.
Her cheek was red and swollen, and the pain in her shoulder was all too real.
If she hadn’t actually taken the hits, Jonathan would have seen right through the charade.
“All this just to make Jonathan feel sorry for you? Was it worth it?”
Marina rolled her eyes at his sneer.
“You don’t know anything,” she snapped.
This wasn’t just about making Jonathan worry. She and Joker had planned this desperate act for weeks. She’d contacted Daniel herself to play the villain.
If everything went smoothly, Jonathan wouldn’t have any reason to keep chasing after Niamh. He’d be devoted to her—his first love, the one who’d risked everything for him, the one who’d suffered so much just to see him again.
Niamh, on the other hand? In Jonathan’s eyes, she was just the woman who’d run off with another man and made a fool of him.
“Go on, get back to your post,” Marina said, urging Daniel as she pressed fresh tape over her mouth. “The boat’s waiting. Just make sure you keep an eye on her, and don’t forget what we agreed.”
“Relax. She’s not going anywhere. Once we’re on that boat, she’ll never come back,” Daniel replied with a smirk before leaving the shabby apartment.
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