The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 507

But Jonas wasn’t about to be thwarted. With the ease of a seasoned pro, Jonas slipped a crooked piece of wire out from his jeans pocket, and with a couple of deft twists and jiggles, he had Grant’s door swinging open.

The whole operation was quick and silent, not a soul was disturbed.

Jonas pushed the door wide, locked it behind him, and sauntered over to where Grant lay snoring heavily. Staring down at Grant, Jonas’ eyes burned with a red-hot rage. It was this sorry excuse for a man who had uttered those gut-wrenching threats, and for that, Grant was beyond forgiveness.

Fueled by anger, Jonas shoved the sleeping man hard.

Grant jerked awake, his snores cutting off abruptly as he blinked at Jonas in confusion. Before he could even yelp in alarm, Jonas’ fist connected with his face, and the lights went out for Grant.

When Grant came to, he was no longer in the comfort of his own room but instead found himself strung up like a side of beef in the ship’s cargo hold. How the kid had managed to haul him here was a mystery, but Grant’s safety was now of immediate concern.

He dangled awkwardly, feet kicking in the air.

“Help—" Grant's cry was strangled as Jonas whipped out a switchblade and plunged it into the fresh wound on his leg. “Ah!” Grant’s scream was muffled as Jonas, quick as a cat, stuffed a rag into his mouth.

Jonas watched Grant twist in agony, his voice as cold as a winter gale. “Where is my sister?”

Tears welled in Grant's eyes from the pain, but he couldn’t believe that this kid, who still had the look of youth on his face, could be so brutally efficient.

Grant was made of stern stuff. Even gagged, he managed a disdainful snort through his nose.

Adark smile played on Jonas’ lips. He twisted the knife slowly. “Mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself. | don’t make that mistake. You best decide whether you want a quick death or a long, excruciating one.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jonas had become the embodiment of vengeance. His heart seethed with fury at those who had taken his sister, leaving his mother to drown in grief for years. Given the chance, he would make them feel the pain they had inflicted.

As Jonas twisted the blade, blood dripped steadily onto the floor. The agony amplified Grant’s suffering, every drop a testament to his torment. If it weren’t for the ropes and the gag, Grant would’ve been screaming his lungs out. Instead, his muffled grunts sounded like the desperate protests of a trapped beast.

His eyes were bloodshot from the pain. Grant glared at Jonas with a venomous resolve. If he got out of this alive, he’d repay this pain a thousand-fold.

The thought of vengeance overpowered the pain, and Grant’s mind raced with plans of retribution against Jonas and his sister, who had wound up at his estate.

Jonas saw the murderous intent in Grant’s eyes despite his youth. “You want to kill me, don’t ya?” Jonas’ voice was icy. “Too bad you won't get the chance. | told you, give me my sister’s location, and | might leave you in one piece. Otherwise, it’s a slow bleed-out for you.”

Grant’s heart sank as he realized the futility of his situation. Speak or not, death loomed, so he’d be damned before giving the kid the satisfaction.

Grant clamped his jaw shut, defiantly refusing to reveal Anna’s whereabouts, regardless of how excruciating Jonas’ methods became.

Finally, Jonas understood Grant’s ruthlessness. He couldn’t afford to kill Grant too swiftly, not when his sister’s fate hung in the balance. With a casual wipe of the bloody knife on Grant’s bruised cheek, Jonas taunted, “Wanna die? It won't be that easy. I'll stick to you like glue until | find my sister.”

Grant’s will broke under the torture. He mouthed wordlessly at Jonas, who reluctantly removed the gag.

“Speak,” Jonas commanded. Grant’s voice was faint, "She's at... at..."

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Jonas realized the police must have followed his last orders: if the ship made it to international waters, they were to sink it without hesitation. They had no idea their major was on board.

As the ship disintegrated, Grant, still suspended by Jonas, was engulfed by the freezing water, choking as it filled his lungs.

Jonas, fearing Grant might slip away into the watery abyss, fought through the chaos to grasp his arm, preventing him from sinking.

Grant was barely clinging to life, his breaths growing weak, but Jonas wouldn't let him die — not until he had his sister's whereabouts.

Jonas thrashed through the churning water, his eyes locked on the vessel that still stubbornly clung to the)(1 eee ec) With every stroke, he*bellowed at Grant, who was barely clinging to consciousness beside him. "You can't die on me, man! You haven't told me where my sister is!" Please read the original content at .

Grant's eyelids flickered weakly, a silent testament to his waning grip-on reality. Jonas’ eaperederide it aS ywebhaVe been whispers lost to the howling wind. Grant was slipping away, deaf to the urgency in Jonas’ voice. Please read the original content at .