He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 116

A suffocating wave of panic and guilt gripped her heart, making every breath feel like a jagged blade in her lungs.

Eleanor was the only person who had ever shown her genuine kindness during her eight years of marriage to Grant.

She absolutely could not let anything happen to her.

Sienna's eyes burned, her vision blurring as she bit her lower lip hard, using the sharp sting to maintain her fading grip on reality.

Just as the car was about to merge onto the highway ramp, a deafening "Screech!" ripped through the night sky.

A menacing black sports car swerved out recklessly, violently cutting across her path and forcing her to slam on the brakes.

Immediately after, more than a dozen black SUVs materialized out of the shadows, completely barricading her in.

Sienna's heart hammered frantically against her ribs from the sudden stop.

Looking up through the windshield, she spotted the man leaning casually against the door of the black sports car.

Cillian Blackwood!

He wore a black trench coat that highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the dangerous lines of his muscles shifting beneath the fabric.

The streetlights cast shifting, razor-sharp shadows over his striking features, making his amused gaze look all the more predatory.

He looked exactly like a panther patrolling his territory—lazy, yet exuding a lethal, suffocating dominance.

Sienna pushed her door open, the freezing wind hitting her face.

"Mr. Blackwood, please move," she said, her voice trembling slightly from anxiety.

"Move?" Cillian chuckled, taking slow, deliberate strides toward her.

"Samuel Sawyer and his lot didn't have the money to pay their debts, so they've been shipped overseas." He admired the subtle shifts in her expression, his dark eyes entirely unreadable.

"Oh, right. Your brother, Simon, wasn't very cooperative, so someone broke his leg on the way."

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