Chapter 61

Chapter 61:

Then, one of the man’s companions, looking terrified, warned him, “Mr. Natt, that suit she’s wearing looks custom-made. Only Noah Wall would have one like that. Could she… could she be with him?” Jorma Natt paused, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

Grasping the fleeting opportunity, Sadie managed to stammer, “I… I’m Noah’s wife… just let me go…”

Jorma snorted with disbelief, his eyes laced with sarcasm. “Wife? Since when did Noah ever get married? How come I didn’t know? Noah’s true love is back—and the only person he’s going to marry is Kyla. Who do you think you are, pretending to be his wife?”

With that, he yanked the suit jacket off Sadie and threw it aside with disdain. “You’re not talking your way out of this!” The jacket fell onto the dirty ground.

The faint trace of Noah’s cologne stood in stark contrast to the grimy air.

Sadie knew, deep within her, that there was no escape from this moment.

Jorma grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward the Night Owl Bar with ruthless force.

Sadie’s eyes. Her attempts to resist and her cries proved futile. The sounds of

messaged Samuel, saying, “Is this Noah’s suit? A woman claiming to be his wife was just taken into

or not this woman was connected to Noah, it presented an opportunity for him to demonstrate his loyalty

the message

lit room. Sadie found herself harshly tied to a bed adorned with romantic motifs, her wrists

now on

rough or gentle?” Jorma sneered, retrieving several whips from a tool cabinet and approaching

glared back at him. “You’re a

inflict harm, Jorma would have been

more sinister. “You’ve got spirit; that’s what I like to see,” he

silence was broken by the faint

shout was a mix of panic and

she felt utterly powerless. Jorma relished her vulnerability, delighting in it like a predator

over, he tried to plant a kiss on Sadie’s

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