Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 1296

As soon as Sylvie's words left her mouth, four men, all tall and large, walked in.

Looking at these men, Freya's eyelids restrained from jumping.

The four men were going to torment her to death, saying that they would get married tonight, but when she had been tortured, she was afraid that she would not even have a life.

This time, Cealan was determined to have her die, which, in fact, was quite good.

With her dead, as he wished, his anger would be gome, and Alistair and Jayla would have a better chance of living.

It's just that there's something she can't let go of. She can't let go of Kieran, Jaden, Jayla, and her Alistair.

Kiki had also agreed with her to be her children's parents, and she had not yet seen Kiki's daughter born; she could not leave them like that.

But if she doesn't die, Cealan will never let her go, not of those she cares about, and now, it's Alistair and Jayla, and who knows who'll be next!

She was really afraid of him, she couldn't fight him.

"Freya, I really feel sad for you! In order to seduce my husband, you have done everything you can, but in the end, you were still disliked by my husband, and even before he touched you, he gave you away to another man!"

Sylvie swept Freya's eyes condescendingly, her eyes full of disgust and disdain.

She seemed, too, to have no patience to continue talking with Freya, "Finish what Cealan has told you properly, or else, none of you four will live!"

After saying this, Sylvie turned around, and slammed the door to Freya's room to death with a vicious slam.

Freya lifted her face and looked at the four men with indifference, not happy or sad.

No matter how bad or cruel what Cealan did to her, she actually didn't feel any disappointment or anything like that, because she didn't love, so she didn't care that much.

But she was afraid that her body would become dirty, that she would leave the mark of another man on her body, and that, anyway, she was destined to die today, so she might as well die clean.

She couldn't help but remember how she thought, when Kieran had fallen into the lava below the cliff, she had been in excruciating pain.

She was afraid that when Kieran received the news of her death, it would hurt that way too.

She was more afraid that he would, in fact, want to go down there with her.

"Miss Stahler, I'm sorry!"

The man at the head of the group dropped these words, and as soon as he quickly stepped forward, he pinned Freya to the edge of the bed.

Meeting the fierce ruthlessness in his eyes, Freya couldn't help but cower.

If she had the strength in her body right now, she would have to punch him so hard that he wouldn't even be able to be a man.

Unfortunately, she could not exert any strength, except that, with her life still in her own hands, she could only lie prostrate on the ground like a puddle of rotten meat, at the mercy of others.

The sound of shredded clothing rang out abruptly in the air as the four men, all of whom clearly had little patience, were given their orders and their purpose for the day, which was to get straight to the point.

Not being able to exert much strength anyway, Freya didn't struggle, she just struggled to reach out and grab the cup on the bedside table.

She grabbed this cup not to kill the four men, after all, she couldn't kill them, she only did it to end her life.

The four men didn't notice her little gesture, they were following orders today, but they didn't expect to be such a beautiful woman. Looking at her charming face, they were already spellbound and wanted nothing more than to be crazy with her.