Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 1296 Take My Life

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.

The transparent glass cup was held in Freya's hand with a deadly grip, she swung her wrist with

difficulty and slammed this cup hard on the ground.

At the sound of the voices, the four men looked to the ground in unison.

They didn't take it seriously when they saw that it was just a cup that had been brought down and

broken.

Only the scene that followed was so shocking that they all looked on in amazement.

How could they not have imagined that Freya had grabbed a shard of glass on the floor and slashed it

viciously at her own wrist?

They were following the orders of Sylvie, not Cealan.

Sylvie let them take possession of Freya's body so that Cealan would find her dirty, but they all knew in

their hearts that she could not die.

With Cealan's character, if the woman he likes dies, none of them, the few of them will survive.

"Quick! Stop her bleeding!"

At that moment, the men, not caring to put Freya on the spot, straightened their clothes and scrambled

to find medicine for her injuries so that she could stop the bleeding.

Before they could find the medicine to stop the bleeding, the door to the room was violently kicked

open.

A black-clad Cealan, with enchanting red lips, stood at the gate like a demon with a life sentence. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When they saw Cealan, the men, all of them, paled.

They stood rigidly in place for a moment, as if petrified, and it was only after several seconds that they

reacted and fell to their knees in panic, kowtowing to the ground one after another and begging for

mercy.

But Cealan did not even look at them, he rushed in quickly and hugged Freya tightly in his arms.

Freya stabbed hard, the wound was particularly deep, and the blood flowed quickly, plus her body had

also been injected with drugs by Cealan before, her body was extraordinarily weak, and now, opening

her mouth was a bit difficult.

"Stahler, how are you? Hang in there, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Seeing those few men still stupidly kneeling on the ground, Cealan stared at them viciously and spoke,

"Go call a doctor!"

"If anything happens to Stahler, I want all of you to pay for your lives!"

What Cealan said to the men, Freya didn't even hear clearly, she now only had one thought in her

mind, she was about to die. She hoped, he could put down all his hatred towards her and give Alistair

and Jayla a way out.

"Cealan, I know, you hate me ......"

Freya tried to finish her sentence in one breath, but now, she was really too weak, and she made

several breaths before she regained her voice.

"I don't think you're entitled to hate me, but if you hate me, then so be it."

"When I was pregnant with Alistair, you tortured me and made my life worse than death, and now, you

let someone rape me, I should actually hate you even more."

"But you have pinched my soft spot, I will not argue with you, and I will not reason with you. You hate

me, and must wish me dead. Now, I die, and I only beg you, do not harm my Alistair and Jayla."

"Stahler, don't say a word, I won't let anything happen to you! I'll let nothing happen to you!"

"Cealan, I have deceived you and betrayed you, and now, I give you my life, and beg you to stop hating

me and taking revenge, will you?"

Freya opened her mouth hard, she wanted to say something else, but before she could say anything,

her world was completely swallowed up by the boundless darkness.