Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 169

Chapter 22

When Sloane came to, her eyes were blindfolded.

Her limbs were weak, still reeling from the drug’s aftereffects, and her wrists were tied tightly behind her back.

A sharp buzz rang in her head as she tried to think-who would possibly want to kidnap her?

One thing was certain-it wasn’t Declan. If he were taking her away, it wouldn’t be like this.

Soon, she heard a faint rustle nearby and spoke up. “Who’s there?”

“Sloane?” A raspy voice-familiar. “Is that you, Sloane?”

To her surprise, it was Declan. And judging by the sound of his voice, he was in the same position-bound and left on the

floor like her.

The moment he realized they’d both been abducted, Declan’s voice broke with rage. “Get out here! Is it you, Vivienne?!”

As if on cue, the sharp clack of high heels echoed across the open space.

“No wonder I loved you for so long,” came a cold, bitter voice.

Vivienne stepped into view, crouched down, and yanked the blindfolds off them both.

Once the golden girl of high society, she now looked frail, almost sickly. Her expression was twisted, and the second Sloane locked eyes with her, something inside Vivienne snapped. She slapped her across the face without warning.

“What the hell are you staring at, bitch?!”

Declan erupted, straining against his restraints. “Stop it! Vivienne, don’t you touch her! I swear to God-*

Vivienne gave a low, bitter laugh. “Right. You really won’t let me go, will you?”

“You’re probably wondering how I, someone you personally had thrown into custody, awaiting trial… how I’m here right

now.”

She gave a mocking snort. “I took the lawyer’s advice. Pretended to attempt suicide in holding. Got transferred to the hospital for treatment. We’re the Blakes, remember? One phone call, and I was out. Escaping from a hospital isn’t that hard when your last name holds weight.”

“Let’s not pretend-I never intended to let either of you walk out of here alive.”

From somewhere behind her, she pulled out a small knife. The blade glinted as she trailed it lightly along Sloane’s jawline… down her neck. “Come on, Sloane. You tell me-which one of you gets to live?”

“Oh, give it a rest. Sloane sneered. “You’ve already been crucified in the public eye. Feels good, doesn’t it? Dying while still

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alive.

Declan struggled upright beside her. “Vivienne-it was me. I was the one who made your life hell. You want payback?

Take it out on me!”

“Let her go. I don’t care what you do to me. Kill me if you want-I won’t fight back.”

Vivienne finally turned to face him, her voice icy. “What if I told you I want your arms and legs crippled? I want you

locked up, by my side, for the rest of your miserable life. Would you agree to that?”

Declan paused-but only for a breath. “Fine. I will.”

At her signal, the guards behind her untied his wrists and shoved the knife into his hand.

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