The Heir's Secret Bride (Maeve and Byron) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433 

In an abandoned warehouse, the thick smell of paint filled the air, stinging the eyes. Machines buzzed ominously, filling the space with a low, constant hum. 

Maeve was yanked by the hair and thrown to the ground, her knee scraping hard against the rough floor as blood trickled down. She held back a cry, refusing to show weakness. 

“Hard to believe that spineless Henry fathered such a tough daughter,” one of the men sneered. 

“Years ago, your father promised to share the jewelry with us, then ran off with it. Since you’re his daughter, you must know where the rest is hidden.” 

Maeve clenched her fists, forcing herself to think despite the pain in her knee. She knew she couldn’t overpower them, especially since the self–defense bracelet Will had modified for her had fallen off in the struggle. All she could do now was stall. 

“Henry abandoned me over twenty years ago,” Maeve said, trying to keep her voice steady. “The police already seized some of the jewelry he had. Oply Henry knows where the rest is. I’m not the person you’re looking for.” 

The men didn’t buy it, crowding closer. “Don’t waste our time with lies. Either tell us the truth, or things will get very ugly for you,” one demanded. 

Maeve bit her lip. “Fine. The truth is, before Henry disappeared, he sent me some packages. The jewelry was hidden in those, and it’s at my house. Don’t hurt me, and I’ll give it all to you.” 

The men exchanged looks, seemingly considering it. For a moment, Maeve thought her bluff might work. But then the leader’s expression darkened, and he slapped her hard. 

“Think you can fool us? Lying will only make this worse!” he said, snarling. 

Maeve’s mind reeled, unsure what 

gave 

her away. 

“Put her on it,” the leader ordered his men gruffly. 

Rough hands lifted her and dragged her over to a wooden table, where they strapped her arms and legs with iron restraints The buzzing sound grew louder as a switch flipped. 

Looking up, she saw the source, a large chainsaw, its cold blade hovering menacingly overhead. Maeve’s heart sank as the hum intensified, the teeth of the saw glinting above her. 

Panicked, Maeve tried to sound cooperative. “Let’s not go overboard. If it’s jewelry you want, I can make sure you get it. Why waste time with this? Besides, what my father stole isn’t even worth it.” 

Maeve knew she had to keep talking to buy time, but the men were unmoved. They only laughed at her fear. 

“You think this is just about jewelry? Your father’s betrayal put a target on your back. Since we couldn’t find him, you’re here to pay his debt,” one of them said. 

“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself for being born into that family,” another added with a cruel grin. “So, what’s it gonna be, a hand or a foot?” 

Maeve’s body turned numb as fear strangled her. She wanted to live. None of this was her fault. 

Maeve’s heart pounded as the chainsaw dropped a few more inches, close enough now that she could feel the cold air from its blade. She broke into a sweat, her body going numb with fear 

“Wait! Please, give me a second to think!” she cried. “I’ll get you more jewelry. Just give me a moment.” 

Chapter 483 

One of them hit the switch flowing the chainsaw. The saw continued to sway above her, Inching closer as dread settled deep in her bones. 

Maeve stared at the chainsaw swinging closer, just inches from her face. Her vision began to fade, and an uncontrollable fear took over, making her body go numb until she was barely conscious, No one, no matter how strong, could stay calm facing death like this. 

The only sound Macve could hear was the relentless buzz of the chainsaw, drawing nearer and nearer. Her forehead. dripping with sweat, burned with pain from the rushing blades. 

And then, the chainsaw stopped. 

The burly men who had been laughing at Macve’s terror froze, feeling the cold press of a gun’s black muzzle against the backs of their heads. 

“Who the hell are you?” one of them n stammered