Chapter 594:

She sipped her coffee, trying to mask her discomfort.

The muffled sounds from upstairs changed, evolving into anguished screams and finally into desperate, gut-wrenching pleas.

The harsh, guttural cries were punctuated by the sharp crack of a whip, reverberating through the grand villa. Katrina’s hands shook, the coffee cup trembling against its saucer.

She’d always known Doug had a dark side, but she hadn’t imagined it was this depraved.

A chill of dread coiled around her.

Just as she gathered the courage to leave, the eerie silence upstairs brought her to a halt.

The door creaked open, and Doug emerged at the top of the staircase.

His sharp, narrow eyes locked onto her, a glimmer of amusement flickering within them.

gaze sent a wave of

but Doug’s voice

here

forced herself

room upstairs.

glance, Doug pushed open the patio door and strolled into the yard, golf

she was absolutely certain he was out

stood slightly ajar, and a faint, metallic scent of blood

cup of coffee in and emerging moments later with

lit. Standing in the

seemed to trigger the automatic curtains, which drew back with a

the floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling onto the

room—an expansive two hundred square meters, barren except for a massive bed

the disarray, Joyce sat nonchalantly, one hand tracing the edge of

deeply, her head tilted slightly back, exhaling a plume of

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