Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 113:

Elyse couldn’t discern how long she had been unconscious. When she finally came to, she found herself confined in a dark room, likely a basement given the absence of natural light. Suppressing her rising panic and feeling of helplessness, Elyse moved her limbs to alleviate the stiffness, thankfully finding herself unrestrained. She kicked around, hoping to contact something useful, but her efforts were futile; she was alone.

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Her mind raced as she pondered Joanna’s motives for kidnapping her. All she hoped for now was that Joanna would provide at least some food and water. Her throat felt parched in the pitch-black environment, and Elyse lost all track of time. She eventually drifted off to sleep but was abruptly awakened by approaching footsteps.

Joanna entered, carrying a glass of sugar water. Upon seeing Elyse looking listless on the floor, she snorted disdainfully and kicked her. “Still alive?” Joanna asked coldly.

Struggling, Elyse managed to open her eyes and met Joanna’s mocking gaze. “As you can tell, I’m still alive,” she responded, her voice hoarse as she licked her dry lips.

Joanna scrutinized Elyse’s weakened face and sneered, “A mere 24 hours without food and you’ve become this feeble. Gee.” After a brief pause, she mocked, “Should I be preparing a coffin for you two days later?”

had fasted to fit into her dress for the charity banquet, had barely eaten a small piece of cake that evening. She

and held the sugar water to her lips. Revitalized by the liquid, Elyse drank it eagerly, like a parched fish revived in water, not missing a single drop. Seeing Elyse’s desperate state, Joanna taunted further, “I have a secret to share. I’ll be Jayden’s woman tonight. We’ll have shared the same man. Aren’t

fault. If you had complied willingly, I wouldn’t

behavior my concern? Two women for one man? It’s laughable

turning to tears. “That’s why I say you’re lucky. You weren’t born a Foster. You’re the luckiest of all,” she said, her voice

Joanna was seething with anger. Born into the Foster family, she loathed her destiny and, in a fit of fury, repeatedly slapped Elyse across the face. As Elyse collapsed to the

I never understood why until now. It turns out venting

across her cheeks, Elyse responded bitterly, “Joanna Foster, I’ll

if I kill you,” Joanna retorted coldly, her demeanor icy

and subdued her lethal impulses. With a smirk, she said, “I’m off to see Jayden now. He’s a cripple. How does he manage? Should I take the lead and sit on his

snapped back,