His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 113

"What's the point of killing you?" Stephen retorted, his expression impassive. "Ms. Mondez, since you refuse to talk, don't blame me for what happens next."

Rising to his feet, his presence remained as imposing as ever.

"Steve, what are you going to do to me?" Susan's pale face was marked with dried tears, her eyes reflecting a sense of despair.

Stephen's gaze hardened, his presence radiating a chilling indifference.

He didn't answer her, simply turning to walk away.

"Steve, please don't leave!" Susan's voice trembled with anguish. "Can't you stay with me just a little longer?"

Her plea was raw, filled with hopeless longing. "For more than a month, I endured inhumane torment. I... I..."

Her words faltered as sobs wracked her frail body.

"They violated me, Steve! Those monsters... They weren't human and were worse than beasts! Every single day, I was beaten senseless. The food was barely edible—the bread was stale, and the oatmeal was nothing but murky water with barely any oatmeal. Even pigs wouldn't eat the slop they gave me!

"I barely made it out alive... For over a month, you were my only hope the only thing that kept me going. As long as I held on to the thought of you, I found the strength to survive..."

Stephen stood with his back to her, his stance rigid and authoritative, radiating an air of control.

As Susan poured out her heart, his expression remained unchanged, revealing no emotion.

myself I had to endure... I had to survive, no matter what. Because only if I stayed alive could I see you again. If I died... I would

close my eyes, I see those monsters violating me... The pain in my heart is a thousand times worse

Please, don't go. Don't leave me. I just... I just wanted to see you one last time. Steve, you are the

have wavered at

remained an unshaken abyss-cold, indifferent, untouched by her suffering. He didn't

hesitation, he turned and strode

the last shred of hope drained from her

to his bodyguard. "Make

"Yes, sir."

Sympathy?

Compassion?

of such things, but never for

little over a month ago, Susan had nearly killed

who dared to lay a hand on Tessa

out of the base, Stephen glanced

awake by now-and most likely,

drifted back

she stirred awake, it was already

the half-drawn curtains, casting

over the pale blue duvet

at the

foot of the bed.

floated lazily in the

opened her eyes, a rich, mouthwatering aroma filled her

was a