Mia had just finished making dinner when she heard a loud bang on the door. She opened it, and a group of men in black suits burst into her house. They were armed, and their faces were obscured by masks. "Who are you?" she stammered, her heart racing. The men didn't answer, and she felt a surge of panic. She thought about trying to run, but they had her surrounded. She was trapped. Who were these men, and what did they want?The men didn't say a word, but they grabbed her and dragged her away. Mia looked back over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the baby, crying and reaching out for her. She felt a rush of sadness and guilt, knowing that she was being taken away and would not be able to care for the child. She had no family and no one to take care of her. The thought of this innocent baby growing up alone, without love or support, was heartbreaking. Mia wished she could do something to help, but it was too late. She closed her eyes and held back the tears. At first, she didn't lo
Even as she struggled to breathe, Mia retained her defiance. "Go ahead, kill me," she said, her voice hoarse and weak. "It won't bring your daughter back, and it won't erase what I've done. You're wasting your time." The old man's grip tightened around her neck, and for a moment, he considered ending her life.As the old man's grip on Mia's neck tightened, Jerome could see that he was moments away from killing her. It was too much, even for a man who had been consumed by rage and grief. "Grandfather," he said, stepping forward, "you don't have to do this. Don't let her death be easy. She doesn't deserve that.""She wants to provoke you so you would kill her. Don't waste your energy on her. I will deal with her. I will make her feel the pain. She would wish for death to come for her but death would be far away. She would leave for three years to feel the pain. The pain of being alone and disfigured." Jerome's cold eyes sent shivers down Mia's spine. She started panicking and wished som
Little did she know that there was no escape for her. If she had known the unspeakable horror that was to come, she might have stayed away. But in her naivety, she decided to provoke the dangerous men. "What else can you do to me?" she taunted. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly.“Well, just wait, you'll soon know what I will do to you," Jerome said with a smirk. He turned to his grandfather and said, “Grandfather, are you done?”"No, I am not done. Since she enjoys being a bitch, I guess I will have to fulfill her wish,” the old man said with a smirk.Jerome shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. This side of his grandfather was more ruthless and cold-blooded than he could have imagined. “Alright, grandfather, but please make sure you stay alive.""Don't worry, I have a plan," the old man said, taking out his phone and dialing a number. "I need six men, the strongest you can find. I'll send you the location." His voice was hard and commanding, and there was no room fo
When the men came inside, the old man said, “She is a whore, make her satisfied. You need to work hard; she is difficult to satisfy," the old man said with no emotions in his tone.Jerome stood in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression blank. He didn't move or speak, as if frozen in place. The grandfather and grandson made their way out of the basement and back to the house. As they walked, the old man asked, "Have you gotten any leads on him?" His voice was even, his tone calm and composed. But his eyes betrayed a hint of worry, a hint of fear. What would happen if they couldn't find Jerome's captor? What if the man struck again?"We have," Jerome replied, his voice resolute. "My men have tracked down his location and are on their way there now." He paused, taking a deep breath. "But we need to be careful. We don't know what we're up against." Although he has been able to track the man's location, he hasn't been able to figure out the identity of the man. He was to
After a few moments of consideration, Bright decided to put his creativity to the test. He went to Jerome's mansion and asked for permission to try and wake Rosca using his own methods. To his surprise, Jerome gave him the green light."Boss," Bright said, "I just got a call from Rosca's parents. They're very worried - she's still unconscious, and they're running out of ideas. They're asking for my help." He looked at Jerome expectantly, hoping that he would agree to let him try and wake Rosca.Jerome looked at him, his brow furrowed in confusion. "When did you get to know Rosca and her parents so well?" he asked. "I didn't realize you were close to them." He was surprised that Bright had such a connection with Rosca's family and wondered how it had come about. Was there something he was missing?Taken aback by Jerome's question, Bright hesitated. "Err... um," he scratched his head, stalling for time as he tried to figure out how to answer. Should he tell them the truth about how he m
But what made it even worse was that, when he looked up, he saw Mrs. Regan standing in the doorway, her eyes wide. She must have seen him kiss Rosca's forehead. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame. How could he have been so thoughtless?Mrs. Regan stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of surprise and understanding. She had seen Bright's heartfelt plea to Rosca, his genuine concern evident in every word he spoke. And now, witnessing him kiss her daughter's forehead, she realized the depth of his feelings for Rosca."Bright," she said softly, stepping into the room, "you truly care for Rosca, don't you?"Bright's cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment, but he nodded, unable to deny the truth. "Yes, Mrs. Regan," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I care about her more than I can put into words."Mrs. Regan smiled gently, placing a hand on Bright's shoulder. "I can see that, dear," she said kindly. "And I want you to know that we appreciate everything yo
As Jerome pulled her hair, Mia let out a piercing scream, the pain so intense that she felt like she might pass out. She wished he would just kill her and end the agony. But Jerome wasn't finished with her yet. He pulled and pulled until half of her hair had been yanked out by the roots. She slumped to the ground, exhausted and sobbing, but her relief was short-lived. Jerome stood over her, a cruel smile on his face. She knew that he was just getting started.Jerome instructed them to bring out the medicine he had prepared.Trembling with fear, Mia looked up at Jerome with wide, terrified eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice shaking. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could barely breathe. What kind of punishment did he have in store for her? Would he hurt her even more, or was he going to kill her? She felt like she was going to pass out from terror. It was better if she could pass out. But would Jerome let her?”Without answering her question, Brigh
Jerome remained unmoved by her distress. "That's not your punishment," he said coldly. "You're going to be sold to a human trafficker. You'll be forced to work as a sex slave for the rest of your life, without any hope of escape. No one will care what happens to you, because they'll think you're insane. You'll be used and abused, with no hope of ever regaining your freedom."" You… you… you can't do this to me. Mia's hopes were shattered. She thought she was going to be taken to the asylum so she could escape. Selling her to the human means her life will be completely ruined. If care is not taken, she might be sold to a faraway place. Jerome's expression was hard and merciless. "I don't care about your miserable life," he said coldly. "You took away my lovely princess. Why should I care about you?" His eyes were cold and empty as if he were looking at an object, not a human being. "You don't matter to me. All I care about is making you pay for what you've done."Mia couldn't speak. T