Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 191

Izabella looked at Brett with a smile in her eyes.

"I'm finally free." Izabella's words were carried by the wind into his ears, "Brett, I never owed you anything."

That's right, Izabella never owed him anything. Even if she did, she had paid it off long ago. Instead, he had always used her love for him to hurt her.

Brett seemed to see the confident and arrogant Izabella from six years ago. The only difference was that back then, she was radiant and full of vitality.

But now, she was covered in wounds, broken inside.

At this moment, Brett suddenly felt that they were very distant, as if it would take him a lifetime to get to Izabella's place.

A weather forecast message reminded them to bring umbrellas for the rain, but neither of them did.

The two of them walked together in the rain, and Brett gripped the divorce papers tightly, looking at Izabella, who was only a meter away from him. He raised his hand and made a futile grab in the air. The wind and rain passed through his palm, he could not catch the wind and rain, and he could not catch Izabella either.

Izabella, the kite he had always held in his palm, finally broke free from his control and drifted away with the wind.

She must hate him, right? Because he destroyed all her hopes with his own hands.

"If I can't make it back, Brett, I hope you won't give the Felton family a hard time. I'll donate all the alimony you've given me." Izabella's voice was so light that it scattered with the wind, like a last will and testament.

Brett didn't respond.

She actually had a lot of things she couldn't let go of. Her death might hinder Presley's research progress, and that idiot Ryker might be heartbroken, and Lucas would probably celebrate her death.

And there's Amelia, who, even though they hadn't known each other for long, had helped her a lot. She didn't even get to say goodbye.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Brett received a message about a delivery on his phone. A servant brought in the parcel.

Inside it was a bracelet, and Brett inspected it carefully. It was a small communication device that he could use to contact the kidnappers.

Before Brett had a chance to look into the bracelet further, the kidnappers called and told Izabella to wear the bracelet, take the money, and trade for Kaley.

They instructed her to go to a specific location alone, and the bracelet would give her directions. When she reached the designated location, they would tell Brett where Kaley was.

Brett couldn't afford to take any risks, and he had no way of negotiating with them- from the moment they kidnapped Kaley, they had seized his weakness. All he could do was follow their instructions and have his men investigate as quickly as possible.

Izabella looked at the two huge boxes of money - this was one hundred million, and she had 16 such boxes under her name now.

Who doesn't love money? But it's just that there's no future for her to spend it all.

The two boxes were thrown into the trunk, and as Izabella was about to get in the car, Brett called out to her from behind.

"Izabella, trust me, I'll get you out of there." Brett was so confident because of the phone call last night. From what the person on the phone said, the one who truly wanted to kidnap Izabella was definitely not Heckter.

Izabella stopped, then got in the car without looking back. "Brett, let's never see each other again."

There was no sadness or anger, as she had finally ended this relationship.

As the car drove away, Izabella watched Brett's blurry figure in the rearview mirror. They had been married for almost five years, and she'd never been happy with him. But as long as he was a little kind to her, she could find the strength to survive. Now that they had no connection, only death awaited her.

God knows if Brett would regret this decision one day, but it's not something she could worry about anymore.

Izabella managed to open her eyes, finding herself in complete darkness. As her fear of the dark crept up, she didn't dare to move and instinctively tried to curl up.

The fear heightened her sensing ability, and she could feel her body wrapped up on a hard wooden board.

"You're finally awake," a voice said.

A man's laughter echoed through the dark night, and Izabella started to struggle desperately, with every single cell in her body screaming in fear.

"Let me go!" Her voice trembled in panic, and even carried a hint of tears.

"Why would I let you go, after all the trouble I went through to get you?"

There was a sudden click, and the room was instantly lit up by a blinding white light. Izabella squinted her eyes from fear, and only after adjusting to the brightness did she quickly scan her surroundings.

The place was no bigger than ten square meters - an underground bunker-like room with nothing but a door. The walls were lined with various torture devices, some of which she had never seen before.

Not far from her was a small surgery table, lined with all sorts of syringes and colorful liquids – an assortment that would make anyone feel uneasy.

Izabella had brought a knife with her, but before she could use it, she felt a sting on her neck and blacked out.

When she woke up, she was all tied up and trapped in this place. She looked at a device on the ceiling – probably the source of the sound heard earlier.

The fear of the unknown was the worst – not knowing whether you'd be facing a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, or perhaps both.

Suddenly, the door opened. The sound of "creeaak—" accompanied by steady footsteps drew closer and closer, and Izabella mustered the courage to look over.