Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 387

Chapter 387:

“Are you jealous?” he teased, his hands moving steadily over her skin, each touch carrying an almost hypnotic quality that left Khloe utterly captivated.

“Of course not,” she shot back, her voice defiant even as a blush crept across her face. She avoided his gaze, nervous that he might see just how much the answer mattered to her.

Henrik exhaled, adding a bit more pressure as his fingers lightly pinched her waist, sending another involuntary shiver through her body.

“You won’t like the answer. It’s not a pleasant story,” he said after a brief pause.

Khloe, sharp as ever, immediately picked up on the weight of sadness buried in Henrik’s voice.

This was the first time he had openly let her see the darkness and pain he carried.

clasped Henrik’s hand mid-massage, turning to face him with a determined look. “I want to hear it. Good or bad, it’s part of

tenderness in his expression deepened into something darker and more intense.

know, he would share a piece of his violent and harrowing past, even if it meant exposing the part of

she heard it, he wouldn’t

gave a small nod

her, his voice steady, and each word carried a heavy

caught in her chest,

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jealousy among the other family members. One time, while traveling abroad, I was kidnapped and dumped

tone, each word carrying

fathom that

one day, a group of them came to the dump, eager to feast on me. I fought back, killing those who sought my life. I used their bodies as a way to sharpen my fighting abilities, and from that day on, blood stained my hands in a way that could never be

hand and slowly stood up, taking a

eyes locked on his. “So how did you get

for a long time. After killing those who tried to harm me, I learned to survive in that brutal place. Eventually, no one dared to challenge me. It was only then that I managed to escape. That’s when I realized I had been in a small, war-torn country, far from where I was taken. The pit was a training ground for warlords and killers, thousands of miles away from where I had gone missing.