Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 180-1

Fiona’s body curled up as she trembled uncontrollably.

"Break every bone in her body," Nathan ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.

Gripping an iron rod, the mercenary dragged it along the concrete floor. The screech of metal against stone sent shivers down one’s spine. He approached Fiona and swung the rod down hard on her leg.

The basement echoed with a piercing, agonizing scream. Fiona’s body convulsed in pain as her vision blurred, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

But she gritted her teeth, knowing all too well what would happen if she let herself slip away—she would be doused with freezing water to snap her back to reality.

The blows continued until the mercenary had shattered every bone in her body before Fiona finally passed out.

"Wake her up," Nathan commanded.

A bucket of ice-cold water poured over Fiona. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and never before had death seemed so tempting.

teeth, cut off her tongue, and gouge her

down the corridor, the haunting wails from the basement echoed behind him, and the pungent

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Cheryl stood before a floor-to-ceiling window

of the Darling family who went missing eighteen years ago," Quentin reported. "She was raised

the artist who goes by Chimera.

Logan Charrington. A short while ago, she accompanied Mr. Charrington to Mithland to visit his grandmother. It seems Danielle

darkened as she stared into the night. "How could someone who grew

in a precarious position. That fool had

on Cheryl, his

on the table and lay prone on the sofa. "Give

beside her, his hands working gently

even entertain the idea." Cheryl shut her eyes and relaxed into the massage;

Cheryl treating him this way. He remained stoic and

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