Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 864: You Only Fell at Claudia's Hands

Dusk was approaching. A low, flat-roofed house stood under the faint moonlight, its front yard scattered with a few withered old trees. They swayed in the wind, casting eerie shadows in the dark. Inside the house, a man was suspended in midair, his limbs tightly bound with ropes, his head drooping lifelessly.

With a loud splash, a bucket of scalding hot water was poured over his body, from head to toe.

"Aaaaah!" The man screamed, his face twisting in agony. His skin looked as if it had been boiled, and bloody blisters quickly formed on his face.

"Awake now?" A cold, hellish voice cut through the air, dripping with malice.

Jared stood there in a plain black T-shirt, his broad back and solid chest faintly outlined in the dim light. His posture was straight and commanding, a leather whip in hand, his eyes radiating murderous intent. The man dangling in the room was Victor.

Jared lashed out with the whip, and blood spattered instantly across its length. Victor couldn't even cry out in pain anymore, his body trapped in a personal hell. He couldn't comprehend how he had ended up in Jared's hands. He had expected Claudia to kill him, but he had never imagined Jared would take him instead.

Bloodshot veins filled his blurry eyes, and blood dripped from the hem of his clothes. Gasping for air, Victor rasped, "I thought it was Claudia..."

Jared dipped the whip into a bucket of salt water, washing off the blood. "It was Claudia," he said coldly. "She sent people to kill you. As far as the world is concerned, you're already dead-killed by Claudia." Victor's eyes widened in shock. His lips trembled. "What do you mean by that?" he stammered.

Jared didn't bother answering. He swung the whip again and again, each strike landing with brutal force. Flesh split open, blood poured freely, and the room reeked of a stench so heavy it would make anyone else gag.

"Falling into Claudia's hands would have been a mercy for you," Jared said, his voice low and deadly. "She would've given you a quick death. But me? I'll make sure you wish for death."

"Is this about Simone Farrell?" Victor croaked, his voice shaky but desperate.

from his pocket, he cleaned his hands methodically,

rapidly, begged hoarsely, "Just end it... I shouldn't have treated Simone that way. I deserve

Jared's words were

and ankles. Blood gushed out, pooling on the floor. Victor couldn't bear the torment any longer

glistened on Nathan's back. Even from

thought she was relentless. Yet, her sole target had been Victor-she hadn't harmed any of the other officers. When Nathan and Hayden arrived, Victor had been on the brink of death. It had been Mr. Farrell and Tina who had managed to save

already been declared dead at Claudia's hands. The man they took back was

Jared ordered, giving

nodded and started the

the door. Her face lit up with

heart lifted instantly. He pulled Tina into a tight embrace. "Tina, thank you. You've been a blessing

softly, smiling. She knew that Jared's biggest wish right now

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her eyes were filled with love and tenderness as she gazed at Ella. Gently, she reached out to stroke Ella's hair, her fingers trembling. Tears welled up in

and emotional.

only hope was finding you. Now that we're together again, we'll make up

herself in Simone's arms, cherishing the warmth she had longed for. Her

the room, holding Tina's hand as they stepped inside. The atmosphere

instant he walked

Simone," Jared said, a smile spreading across