Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As soon as Philip left the room, Summer began to manhandle 00.

With no access point, lan was stuck in his hiding spot, unsure of how many cameras were in Summer's room, and unable to make a

sound.

His initial plan was to douse Summer with the liquid from a small bottle he'd brought, but now that he saw 00, he felt a sense of

relief. 00 was his chosen one; she knew what to do.

Summer's enthusiasm soared when dealing with anyone connected to Cynthia. Although he was getting handsy, he wasn't in a

rush to devour her. Instead, he grabbed 00 by the hair, studying her face closely.

She winced in pain, playing weak as tears welled in her eyes.

Summer raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. He was suddenly reminded of the thrill he felt when he had Cynthia locked Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

in the basement - an unspeakable satisfaction.

"Those eyes are quite something. I regretted blinding Cynthia for so long. Didn't have the heart to keep those eyes of hers. But

yours, I could keep. What's your name?"

00's face flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks. Summer hated tears in a woman the most. They should be tough like

Cynthia, who tried to escape hundreds of times a year, keeping him entertained.

had pretty eyes, but she was too soft - he didn't like that.

red marks on 00's face, her cheeks swelling, but her gaze

stomach, his leather shoe

showed mercy to women. They were

he blinded her. Women were lowly creatures, just deserving of their

why endure all

from the research base,

reveled in his cruelty.

head sent her sprawling, spitting

hit, can you? Do you know how long Cynthia endured my beatings? You're nothing compared to Cynthia. She is

I love her so much. Without her, I can't

seized by the hair again, her body now devoid of any spot untouched by violence. He found it boring, this woman too

to be beaten and only capable of crying.

interest suddenly, releasing her. 00 curled up, trembling, looking

syringe, intending to inject her with a substance before harvesting her eyes.

yet remain

her skin, 00 seized his wrist, twisting

someone so seemingly harmless, and by

counterattack was so swift that

got in his body, she shattered a bottle in the room and stabbed

by one, before plunging the broken glass into

injection had rendered him silent, horror dawning in his

strength. She killed Summer, which would

over.