On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 130: Kidnapped

"You... you hit someone!" Sasha’s face drained of color, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

I couldn’t help but take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down before immediately unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of the car.

A bicycle was lying in front of my car, and a man in a blue windbreaker was sprawled on the ground.

"Sir, are you all right?" I hurried over to check on him.

"My leg..." The man clutched his knee, groaning in pain.

Maybe it was because he was wearing black pants, but I couldn’t see the extent of his injuries. Still, hearing him cry out in pain, I realized he must be hurt badly, so I quickly pulled out my phone to make a call.

But just then, the man on the ground suddenly shot to his feet and, with lightning speed, snatched my phone out of my hand.

Realizing something was terribly wrong, I instinctively turned to run back to the car.

But before I could take more than a few steps, the man grabbed my arm.

"Sasha, call the pol—Mmph..."

The rest of my words were muffled by the man’s hand clamped over my mouth.

Panic on my face, I tried to struggle, but the man was far too strong. No matter how hard I fought, it was useless. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

I pinned all my hopes on Sasha, my eyes instinctively pleading with her for help.

But Sasha must have been terrified. She just sat in the car, trembling. It wasn’t until she saw the man, still holding his hand over my mouth, pull open the car door that she finally panicked and tried to escape.

But before she could push the door open, the man swiftly chopped the back of her neck. Sasha’s body went limp, and she slumped down in the passenger seat.

"Mmph... mmph..." I struggled frantically and finally found an opportunity to bite down hard on the man’s hand.

"Fuck!" the man cursed, instinctively letting go of me.

I don’t know where the burst of strength came from, but I turned and bolted.

"Help! Some..."

But before I could finish my cry, a heavy blow struck the back of my neck. The last thing I did before losing consciousness was protect my stomach as I collapsed to the ground.

I was woken by a splash of water.

The acrid smell of gasoline filled my nostrils, making me want to vomit. My neck was stiff, and my head was splitting.

I tried to move instinctively but found I was bound head to toe. The ropes were tight, tied expertly along my joints, making it impossible for me to move.

’I’ve been kidnapped!’

A wave of terror washed over me. I had no idea how I’d become a target...

"Awake?"

Just then, a familiar, vicious voice sounded by my ear.

My chin was lifted, and my eyes met a beautiful face twisted with hatred.

’Clara Langley?!’

’It’s her?’

"Surprised? Chelsea Joyce, your day has finally come!" Clara Langley sneered. "You’ve ruined me. Tell me, how should I make you pay to get a little interest back?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell upon me. Then, she suddenly stomped on my ankle with her high heel. A piercing pain shot through me, forcing out a muffled groan. My eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Hearing my cry of pain seemed to delight Clara. She grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. "I know you were behind that DNA paternity test online. You gave me such a grand gift, how should I ever repay you!"

Gritting my teeth against the searing pain in my ankle, I asked, "Clara Langley, what are you trying to do?"

"You’re asking me what I’m trying to do?" Clara’s lips curved into a smile. Her fingers traced a line across my face, her sharp nails stinging my skin. "I want your life, of course!"

My heart clenched.

’Clara Langley has gone insane!’

Seeing the flash of panic on my face only made Clara happier. She covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, then yanked my hair hard. "Chelsea Joyce, you forced my hand!"

"It would have been so much better if you’d just left Theodore Grant quietly. But no, you had to pull these little tricks behind my back, trying to bring me down!"

"Who do you think you are? You worthless slut, you’re not even fit to carry my shoes! If I hadn’t left Theodore Grant and gone abroad back then, a cheap thing like you would have never had a chance!"

"Now, I’m just taking back what’s mine! And you still dare to get in my way! Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked all these years to get to where I am? And you destroyed it all!"

Clara grew more agitated as she spoke, her hand tightening around my neck, her nails digging deep into my flesh.

The pain of suffocation made my face turn beet red, but the ropes binding my body prevented me from struggling in the slightest. All I could do was let out pained, muffled groans.

’Am I going to die just like this?’

’At the hands of Clara Langley?’

For a moment, from the lack of oxygen, my vision began to blur, and my chest felt so tight it was about to explode.

’It’s too painful.’

’So this is how painful it is to die.’

’My baby, my child...’

’Is he going to die with me before he even gets a chance to see the world?’

A tear couldn’t help but slide down my cheek.

Images flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern, but even in this situation, the person I thought of most was... Sebastian Forrest.

’The man I owed the most, and who had also helped me the most...’

’If he knew I died, he would be sad, wouldn’t he?’

But just then, with a sudden CLANG, the rolling door of the abandoned factory shuddered violently!

Clara seemed to snap out of it and abruptly released her grip.

"Cough... cough cough..." Suddenly able to breathe again, I doubled over, coughing my lungs out.

Just then, I forced myself to look up, trying to see who it was.

But because of the involuntary tears from being choked, my vision was too blurry to see anything clearly.

"Theodore Grant?! It’s you!"

Clara’s voice, seething with hatred, revealed the newcomer’s identity.

’Theodore Grant?’

’Why is he here?’

My heart filled with shock and uncertainty, and I tried to make myself as small as possible.

’He’s here to save me, right?’

’Or—’

’Is he in on this with Clara Langley?’

"Clara Langley, I think you’ve really lost your mind! Let her go!" Theodore Grant’s voice was grim as he glared at Clara, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Hahaha..." Clara suddenly burst out laughing. "You say I’ve lost my mind? Yes, I have! I lost it a long time ago!"

Theodore knitted his brows and took a few steps forward. But just then, Clara suddenly yanked my hair and pressed a cold dagger against my throat. "Don’t come any closer! If you take one more step, I’ll slit her throat right now!"

Theodore immediately froze, his brows furrowed tightly. "Don’t you touch her!"

Clara sneered and shot a look at the person next to her. "Go tie him up, too!"