Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Allison's brow furrowed as her teeth sank into her lip, the sharp taste of blood flooding their mouths.

It was a violent, unbreakable and raw kiss.

Despite the blood dripping from his lip, Kellan didn't pull away.

Instead, he squeezed harder, his touch rougher, and his breathing came in ragged gasps.

Then, without warning, there was a loud, dull thud.

Allison, quick to seize the moment, broke free from his grip.

She drove her fist hard into his abdomen and delivered a swift kick to his knee.

Unprepared, Kellan fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood, as if his insides had been torn apart.

A scorching heat began to spread through his body, leaving him panting as he struggled to get up, his strength failing him.

That's when he felt it: the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

From above, Allison stared at him, her eyes piercing, as if she were calculating her next move.

“You’re skilled, I’ll give you that.

But that’s where it ends,” she muttered.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Her shoulders ached and she knew she wasn’t in top form.

However, it had been ages since she had been pushed like this.

With one hand on the wall, she reached for the light switch, wanting to see his face clearly.

“You picked the wrong fight…”

But when her fingers touched the wall, she realized something was wrong: her skin was burning.

She felt like an inferno was burning inside her, crawling up from her stomach and clawing its way up, searing her throat.

That kiss, the one that tasted of blood, was not just any kiss.

Almost immediately, Allison realized something was wrong.

She gritted her teeth and cursed herself for letting her guard down after living a relatively quiet life.

How had she let this happen? She never thought she would find herself in such a bind.

But the fire was taking its toll.

His rational thoughts began to blur as he reached for the light switch with a shaking hand.

Her body felt like it was on fire, the itch was unbearable, her throat as dry as if she had been stranded in the desert for days.

In her confusion, Allison cursed whoever had invented that drug.

If only they had realized it sooner.

If he ever found out who was behind it, he'd make them pay tenfold.

They'd be lucky if they didn't end up as fish food when he was done with them.

Sensing his sudden disorientation, Kellan summoned his last reserves of strength.

He lunged at her, wrapping his hands around her neck and pinning her against the table.

In a swift movement, he unsheathed a small dagger, its cold edge pressed against his side, the threat of death tangible in the air.

Allison's gun remained pressed firmly against her chest.

Their gazes met in the darkness, no words exchanged, but both knew they were on a knife's edge.

One wrong move and it would have all been over in the blink of an eye.

The tension crackled between them, charged with unspoken danger and something darker.

As the effects of the drug continued to churn through her, the only sounds in the room were their labored breathing, the heavy silence charged with an undeniable electric energy.

Allison’s gaze flickered, as Kellan’s eyes, burning with barely contained restraint, met hers.

And then, without a word, they leaned in and their lips met briefly before diving into a fierce, intense kiss.

Their fiery breaths passionately intertwined in the darkness.

The kiss, wild and bloody, was not a mere exchange of passion, but a battle in itself, a fierce entanglement that blurred the boundaries between pleasure and pain.