His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 26

Dylan let out a guttural scream, and his cronies lunged forward, trying to pin Niamh down.

When she was younger, Niamh had trained in kickboxing and self-defense for a while—enough that she could at least put up a fight. At first, the thugs Dylan brought weren't able to get the upper hand.

But it was three against one, and no amount of training could make up for the difference in strength and numbers. Before long, Niamh's face and arms were streaked with bruises, her clothes torn and hanging off her, leaving her looking completely battered.

"Get her! Don't hold back—teach her a lesson!" Dylan spat, grabbing a fistful of Niamh's hair and slamming her head against the window frame.

"Hurry up, strip her down!" he barked.

Despite the commotion echoing through the office, no one came to check what was happening. Niamh realized there was no one coming to save her; if she wanted out, she'd have to save herself.

With every ounce of adrenaline, she kicked Dylan hard between the legs. As he doubled over, she yanked open the window and, without thinking, flung herself out—straight from the second floor.

Outside, thunder and lightning tore across the sky, the world shrouded beneath a pitch-black storm.

Niamh wasn't even sure how she managed to escape the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center. She was terrified, running blindly through the downpour, her mind wiped blank by fear.

By the time she staggered onto the main road, she was soaked from head to toe, rainwater streaming down her like a drowned kitten.

Terror and humiliation welled up, and she started to cry. But in that torrential rain, no one could tell the difference between tears and raindrops.

Just then, a sleek black Maybach cruised by and stopped abruptly, sending a wave of water splashing over her.

Even through the curtain of rain, Niamh recognized the license plate instantly—there was no mistaking it.

The back window rolled down, and there sat Jonathan.

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