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.

day, I told 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'm begging you. Stay with me. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see those monsters

Just say something-anything... Please, don't go. Don't leave me. I just... I just wanted to see

might have wavered at such pitiful words, but

indifferent, untouched by her suffering. He didn't even glance

he turned and strode

him, Susan watched in despair as the

to his bodyguard. "Make

"Yes, sir."

Sympathy?

Compassion?

things, but never for someone who had

little over a month ago, Susan had nearly

to lay a hand on

of the base, Stephen glanced at his

be awake by now-and most likely,

Tessa had drifted back into a deep sleep

stirred awake, it

streamed through the half-drawn curtains,

over the pale blue

at the

foot of the bed.

in the air, shimmering in

eyes, a rich, mouthwatering

was a tangled mess,