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I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 54

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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 thinkwho would possibly want to kidnap her?

One thing was certainit 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 voicefamiliar. Is that you, Sloane?

To her surprise, it was Declan. And judging by the sound of his voice, he was in the same positionbound 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 trialhow 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 pretendI 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 jawlinedown her neck. Come on, Sloane. You tell mewhich 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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Decian struggled upright beside her. Vivienneit was me. I was the one who made your life hell. You want payback?

Take it out on mer

Let her go. I don’t care what you do to me. Kill me if you wantI 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 pausedbut only for a breath. Fine. I will.

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

The message was clear: prove it. And he did. Without hesitation, he raised the blade and drove it into his palm.

Blood gushed instantly. But instead of satisfaction, Vivienne looked unhinged.

She snapped at the guards. I said I’d spare her life. I didn’t say I’d let her go. Have fun. Do whatever you want. No limits.

The men’s eyes lit up with sick excitement.

Vivienne, stop!Declan shouted, voice ragged. He lunged forward, ripped the knife out of his hand, and tackled her.

AHH!Vivienne screamed, dodging backtoo late. The blade caught her shoulder.

At that moment, the warehouse doors slammed open from outside. A guard ran up, panting. Miss SBlake! We’re out of timethe cameras picked up incoming police vehicles. They’ll be here any minute!

Vivienne, face pale and twisted with rage, gave one final order. I was gonna spare you, Declan. But you blew it!

In five minutes, this warehouse will be filled with poison gas. See you in hell.

Then, without another word, she turned and strode out. Her men followed close behind. The moment the door slammed shut, the hiss of the gas release valve pierced the silence.

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