Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband

Chapter 1768:

Camille looked at her friend, noticing the dirt marring her clothes and skin. With a small frown, she said, “Stop being a pessimist. Remember, I told you everything would turn out fine. Just trust me.”

Jennie offered a dry chuckle. “You don’t understand, do you? I’m the reason we’re in this mess. Corrie kidnapped you. She’s not going to simply let you walk away.”

“Corrie?” Camille snorted dismissively. “She doesn’t scare me. She’s all talk. Just wait until the real players enter the game; she’ll regret her actions.”

Jennie glanced at her, confused by her confidence.

They arrived at their destination, and Jennie had no chance to probe further.

Corrie stepped out of the lead vehicle and opened their door. Jennie and Camille sat side by side, both fixing Corrie with looks of clear disdain. Excitement surged through Corrie—she delighted in the sheer dominance she wielded over her captives, who could do nothing but stare at her with helpless anger. The

The feeling was intoxicating. “Get out,” Corrie commanded, a menacing smile curling her lips. “I’ve arranged everything for you.”

As soon as Camille stepped from the car, she unleashed a furious tirade, hurling crude insults. Jennie, standing behind her, watched in stunned silence.noveldrama

For a moment, Corrie froze, unaccustomed to such harsh words. Then she regained her composure and shot back incredulously, “What does Brook even see in you? You’re nothing but a crude shrew!”

Camille curled her lips into a sneer. “Why Brook loves me is none of your business. Ever heard of ‘different strokes for different folks’?” She leaned forward, eyes glinting with hostility. “Knowing that won’t help you. Brook will never like you, so stop wasting your energy.”

Jennie noticed Corrie’s expression darken and grabbed Camille’s arm. “Enough. She’s getting angry. If you keep pushing her, you’ll only dig your own grave.”

Camille threw back her head and laughed. “Afraid of Corrie? Don’t make me laugh! She’s nothing but a bitter, spiteful woman.”

Corrie’s glare turned icy. “I’ve warned you before. If you’d listened, I could still offer you a way out. But no—you insist on walking into disaster.”

Camille’s smirk deepened. “Let me be clear: if you touch either of us, someone will make you regret it.”

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Corrie scoffed. “Regret? This is my family’s turf. I’d like to see who dares challenge me here.”

Just then, the distant roar of engines shattered the tense silence. Corrie snapped her head toward the sound. “No one should be able to get in!”

Jennie instinctively pulled Camille behind her, heart pounding.

Camille froze, then leaned in. “Relax. They’re with us.”

Jennie blinked. “Who?”

Before Camille could answer, the convoy screeched to a halt. Doors swung open and Elyse stepped out, her sharp gaze sweeping over Jennie and Camille. She exhaled with relief. “Thank God you’re both safe.”

Corrie’s face twisted with rage and disbelief. “Elyse?! How dare you show up! Get out of here, now!”

Elyse smirked, arms crossed. “Corrie, resorting to kidnapping shows how desperate you are. Do you know who you’re dealing with? Jennie and Camille are under my protection. Lay a hand on them and you’ll regret it.”

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