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Chapter 318

Audrey's POV

So it wasn’t a dream?

Takes Me,

My eyes adjusted to the dim light. | could make out Blake's face behind his mask, his features unmistakable even

in shadow.

| tried organizing my thoughts. How long had we been in this van? The drugs in my bloodstream were

dissipating, and the unnatural heat that had consumedearlier was fading.

At first, I'd assumed the kidnapper wanted ransom money from Adrian or Parker Group. But as his words filtered

back, | realized his intentions were far more depraved.

My stomach turned. If Blake hadn’t controlled himself earlier when | was throwing myself at him...

| bit my lip and looked up. “Thank you for not taking advantage of me, but remember, I'm not Audrey Sinclair!”

“That Audrey,” | continued, “her life was so miserable.”

“The people she cared about didn’t care about her. The person she loved didn’t love her back. She couldn't get

anything she wanted and was killed by the man she loved.” The bitterness slipped through despite my efforts.

“How tragic. | don’t want to be Audrey Sinclair.”

Blake pressed his lips into a tight line before speaking. “It’s not that I didn’t care about you, or that | didn’t love

you.”

“I just... love you too much.”

| couldn’t help smiling slightly. “No need to explain to me. You should explain these things to the dead Audrey

Sinclair.”

“I am Evelyn Knox,” | declared. “I was treasured by my parents. When | grew up, | met Adrian Knox. Our

relationship was smooth sailing. After college, | started my business, married him, and had our daughter.”

| said these on purpose, as | knew | must have done something | used to do that made him so certain of my

identity.

I laughed coldly. “Being someone like me, | can’t understand Audrey Sinclair - growing up at the bottom,

standing faithfully by a man who didn’t love her. Her life was like a joke.”

Blake's eyes suddenly turned cold. “Mrs. Knox, | don’t care whether you were Evelyn Knox or Audrey Sinclair. You

have no right to mock my wife's previous life. Her life wasn’t a joke!”

| tested my limbs, still weak from the drug. Realizing | couldn't stand alone, | stopped struggling.

“It makes you uncomfortable to hear someone mock your ex-wife's life?” | asked sharply. “If so, didn’t you ever

think about her when you hurt her? If you'd considered her just a little, her life wouldn’t have been so miserable,

would it?”

Blake's expression was self-mocking. “I know, | wasn't good before. | did many things that hurt you.”

“Audrey, you -*

I said I'm not Audrey Sinclair!” | cut him off. “Don’t act like this in front of me. It's disgusting!”

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His attitude might be sincere now.

But so what?

The damage is done.

The former Audrey Sinclair is dead, killed by him! If not for having a twin sister, she’d be completely gone now!

How does he get to confess and apologize? He caused the death of someone who loved him - that’s a fact. Does

remorse erase the past?

Blake just curved his lips bitterly and said nothing, huggingintensely.

The van suddenly lurched to a stop, throwing us forward. Blake braced against the wall, keepingsecure.

Cursing erupted from the driver's seat, followed by footsteps.

The rear doors flew open, flooding the space with harsh light. The kidnapper appeared, scowling.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “I drugged you and locked you together for compromising photos!

Not for you to talk about sdead ex-wife!”

“Wait, Dr. Clarke's grandson isn’t married. Where'd an ex-wife cfrom?” His hand moved toward his pocket.

“Who are you?”

Blake removed his mask, revealing his face. The kidnapper’s eyes widened.

“That doesn’t matter,” Blake replied evenly. “What's your problem with Felix Thompson or Dr. Clarke?”

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Recognition dawned in the kidnapper’s eyes. “It’s you. What's your relationship with Thompson? Friends?

Rivals?”

*Consider us rivals in love.”

“So when | said I'd take you to this woman, you pretended to be Thompson?”

“Yes,” Blake confirmed. “You kidnapped her to take compromising photos with Felix Thompson, to humiliate

him?”

The kidnapper smirked. “Of course.”

“But my purpose isn’t just humiliation,” he continued darkly. “I, Nathan Blackwood, am just an ordinary person.

But since Dr. Clarke killed my girlfriend, I'll make him watch as | destroy his grandson!”

Nathan's face twisted with malice. “I won't just take photos. I'll cut off his manhood and post everything online!

Clarke will watch his precious grandson dismembered piece by piece!”

He pointed at Blake. “But you ruined everything! All because of you!”

Nathan grabbed a fruit knife from the driver's seat, its long blade glinting. “Since you ruined my plans, you'll die

instead!”

He lunged forward, swinging the knife.

Blake's POV

My pupils contracted as | realized Nathan wasn’t just unhinged - he was completely insane.

| tightened my grip on Audrey, standing up and dodging the blade by inches.

“Interesting,” Nathan said, his expression changing to delight. “Holding a woman and still dodging so well. You

must have trained.”

He adjusted his grip. “Good. More challenging this way.”

He swung again, the blade flashing toward us.

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“He’s insane!” Blake said, as if reading my thoughts. “I ruined his plans, so he wants me. But if | leave you with

him, what if he takes

his anger out on you?”

He ducked another swing. “I won't let you go!”

| bit my lip, looking at Blake's defined jawline. In the past, I'd gaze at him like this, wondering how such a perfect

man existed.

After dying once, | thought | wouldn't be enchanted by Blake Parker again.

But now, in his arms, looking at his jawline, I still can’t look away.

| took a deep breath and forced my voice cold. “Blake. Putdown.”

“I'm not Audrey Sinclair. You don’t need to risk yourself for me, you -

“I don’t give a shit!” Blake cutoff. “I lost her once already. I'm not letting that happen again.”

“As long as you have her face, | won't let anything touch you.”

| glanced up at his profile as he maneuvered us away from another slash. Each tNathan attacked, Blake

shifted position - always

keeping his arm between the blade and me.

If he screwed up that timing even once, it would be his flesh getting sliced open, not mine.

The realization triggered a memory: Blake at his engagement party to Laurel, grabbing his sister's knife mid-

swing as she lunged at

Back then, his eyes had that sintense focus they did now.

When I'd asked why he’d done it, he brushed it off. Said he was protecting Thalia from herself, keeping her from

doing something

stupid that would land her in jail.

| swallowed it whole, feeling like an idiot afterward.

But now | had to wonder...

Had that really been about Thalia? If all he cared about was stopping his sister from making a mistake, he

could've just grabbed her

arm.

*Hang on. His deep voice snappedback.

“Blake!” | called urgently. “Putdown! We'll split up and run!”

His arms only tightened. “You've just been drugged. Can you even run?”

“I couldn't move before, but I can now!” | pushed against his chest. “Putdown!”

Blake's been dodging his knife while holding me, but luck won't last forever.

What if he gets tired or makes one mistake?

He should putdown and escape. The kidnapper probably wouldn't hurt me.

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