Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1856

Shock stimulated her memory, and Arianne remembered losing her handbag when Mrs. Rodriguez abducted her. All of her identification documents had been inside. But later, Geralt told her he had gotten those things all “cleaned up”, which was why she had not…

…That was a lie too, wasn’t it? Arianne was only stymied from replacing her lost ID and whatnot because this debacle had been developing at breakneck speed since then.

Damn Mateo and his watertight scheme! Just the suggestion—that she might never see Mark and Smore ever again in her life—coursed into her chest before sharpening into an acute agony mangling her heart.

“No! Never—! I’ll never leave with you unless I’m dead! Noooo!”

Mateo let her hysterics roll past him without effect. He announced calmly, “You should rest; I have something to attend to, so please excuse me. Friendly reminder: don’t waste time and effort trying to escape this place, fair lady; it’s futile. When we’re finally abroad, I’ll help you reinvent a new identity, complete with a new name. That way, Mark will never be able to find you.

“Either way, If I were you, I’d waste no time immortalizing the scent and feel of this city for these few days… Because once we leave, see, we’re never coming back.”

He turned on his heels and left the room, locking the door shut from the outside on his way.

Arianne’s knees gave out and she crashed onto the floor, shellshocked and drained. Melanie had no idea that her childhood friend was the monster behind this inhumane scheme, did she? Mateo… He had fooled and played everyone around him like a grandmaster and his pawns; apart from Geralt, everyone else had been an unwitting player in his ploy. This was a testament to his darkly artifice!

Since coming to know about the truth, Arianne had stopped eating or drinking altogether.

Arianne remained mute, deadpanned. She wanted a savior, not a shill.

Arianne smote the cup away from his hand. “Even if I won’t win, I won’t lose, either! I’d rather die than leave with him!” she fumed. “And you…! You’re a forensic doctor! I can’t believe you would betray your profession for a friend like that. You should quit your job after all of this, because you don’t deserve to work in forensics! You knew the truth of whether that thumb was severed before or after Mateo’s death; you goddamned knew! But you lied to everyone!”