His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 324

The window’s glass was shattered, letting in just enough of the frigid night air to cut through the warehouse’s stifling stench.

A sliver of moonlight slipped through the jagged opening, painting pale streaks across the damp floor. That meant it was still the dead of night outside.

Niamh guessed she hadn’t been unconscious for long since Daniel drugged her.

She stared at the tiny, high window, gnawing her lower lip in frustration.

It was hopeless.

The window was too small, set far too high up on the wall. Even if she could reach it, she’d never fit through.

She needed another plan.

Drawing a shaky breath, Niamh forced herself to think. The air was thick and damp, and she could hear the distant crash of waves against the docks.

Daniel must be planning to escape by sea, she reasoned, which meant he’d locked her in a warehouse by the harbor.

She wasn’t alone. There was someone else in here—a guard, hired muscle. He was foreign, with a jagged scar across his cheek and tattoos snaking down his hands. He looked every bit the criminal.

Niamh considered another angle. Maybe she could talk her way out. Maybe if she offered him enough money, he’d let her go.

“How much did Daniel promise you?” she asked, switching to his language. “I’ll pay you double.”

He shot her a glare and replied in rough English, “Say another word, and I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Her heart hammered in her chest. So much for bribery. She’d have to try something else.

Keeping low to the ground, Niamh shifted upright, never taking her eyes off Daniel’s henchman. With a furtive movement, she slipped her diamond ring from her left hand.

Princess-cut, hollowed setting, sharp edges—she could use it to saw through the rope binding her wrists.

Her hands shook so badly she nearly dropped the ring. Diamond was hard, but it wasn’t a blade. She’d need patience.

She forced herself to focus, every nerve stretched to its limit.

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