She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 259

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Chapter 259 She’s K

“You should let me go now. Once the police arrive, there won’t be a way out,” Freya said, following the typical script of a kidnapping victim. “I’ve been missing for twenty–four hours. My family’s bound to report it.”

Natasha cleared her throat gently.

Freya turned her head.

Natasha’s gaze flicked around nervously as she scratched her cheek. “Your family probably isn’t looking for you.”

“What do you mean?” Freya played along, keeping her tone innocent.

“I’ve messaged your dad and sister. I told them you were off on a short trip,” Natasha said, her voice carrying a thread of unease.

She wasn’t sure if Freya would see her as the enemy. Because truthfully, she really liked Freya.

“Give me my phone.” Freya demanded, sounding just frustrated enough.

“I didn’t take it. I accessed it remotely,” Natasha replied quickly.

Freya let her anger show–believable, but measured. She already knew Natasha could tap into her phone because she’d given her that access herself.

If she hadn’t, Natasha’s sharp instincts would’ve sniffed out the truth that Freya was K.

Ashley stood off to the side, quietly stunned by Freya’s performance.

Despite her skills, she was completely convincing as someone vulnerable.

“Ashley.” Brendan’s voice cut through the tension.

Ashley flinched, still scared of him. “What?”

“Your grandma and your brother are in my hands. Tell me where K is, and I’ll release them. Refuse, and they die,” Brendan said coolly.

Ashley’s first instinct was to look at Freya, but she stopped herself. If she so much as glanced at her, Brendan would know something was off.

Freya also tensed up, though her expression stayed calm and detached.

She was ready to act the second it became necessary.

Thankfully, Ashley held firm.

“I don’t know anything about this K person,” Ashley said, eyes wide with panic.

“Still lying?”

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“I’m not!”

Brendan leaned in, his hand gently cupping her cheek, the touch so soft it made her tremble. “You haven’t changed in two years. Still stubborn as ever.”

Ashley’s chest tightened.

Right in front of her, Brendan made a call. “Kill the old woman.”

“No!” Ashley lunged for his phone, her voice cracking.

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But he’d already hung up. His cold eyes cut into her like ice. “Disobedient pets are easily dealt with. Got it?”

Tears welled up in Ashley’s eyes. She wanted to rip him apart, but she couldn’t risk it–not when her brother’s life was still at stake.

“If you don’t talk, your brother will be next,” Brendan said softly, his calm tone only making the threat more terrifying.

Ashley broke. Tears streamed down her face. “I really don’t know!”

Then a notification dinged.

Brendan’s phone lit up.

Ashley’s heart stopped.

And then she saw it–a photo that made her blood run cold.

Her eyes locked on the image: an elderly woman, shot in the heart. She froze, mind blank.

Grandma…

“What did you do to her?!” Ashley screamed, grabbing his phone, clawing at his collar. “What did you do!”

Brendan said nothing. He simply stared at her, eyes devoid of warmth, gaze sharp enough to chill her to the bone.

Ashley trembled. She didn’t know what to do.

Freya had promised she could be trusted–but now her grandma was dead. What was she supposed to do now?

Freya had also seen the photo.

It looked real, but not real enough. A gunshot wound wouldn’t look like that. The scene was staged. She was sure of it–Ashley’s grandma and brother were safe.

Before Freya was captured, she’d warned Ellis about this exact possibility. Anyone Ellis protected was beyond Brendan’s reach.

No way Ellis’s people could get in that place, let alone carry weapons.

But she couldn’t let Ashley know that–not even a glance could be spared. Brendan was watching everything.

“You’re out of time.” Brendan calmly pulled her hand from his clothes. “Your brother’s life is in your hands. One minute.”

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Ashley felt like she’d been tossed back into the dark basement–frozen, hopeless, trapped in that same nightmare.

She was now even with Freya,

Fresh streams of tears slipped down her cheeks.

She bit her lip, staring up at Brendan, wondering how someone could be cold–blooded.

“If I tell you, will you let my brother go?” she asked, voice small and fragile.

Brendan looked up at her. “That’s right.”

He believed K would surely act this time. But ever since Freya had been taken, there’d been no movement. Nothing from K. That silence was strange.

Even with Brendan’s lockdowns, someone like K should’ve found a way in or at least left a trace.

Unless… Unless something had gone wrong.

That idea made Brendan uneasy. He hated variables.

On the sidelines, Natasha and Freya remained still.

Natasha watched like she was observing a drama. Freya’s fingers quietly wrapped around a custom poker card in her right palm.