Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 791

Under the icy stare of James, a sudden wave of fear washed over Nichole. An instinct told her to run, but before she could react, James grabbed her hair and yanked her back onto the bed.

Her hair was pulled so hard that several strands snapped. Nichole screamed in pain, but James wasn't done. He reached under the bed and pulled out a nylon rope he had stashed away.

"James... what are you doing? Are you going to... mmph!"

Before she could finish, James clamped her mouth shut with duct tape. Helpless, Nichole could only watch as he tied her to the bed.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Bound and silenced, Nichole could only whimper. James drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

Terrified, Nichole lay there, completely immobilized. James' voice was cold, "From now on, you're Mrs. Burke, confined to this room. I'll feed you and give you water every day, but you'll never see the light of day or another soul."

"Mmph!"

but there wasn't a trace of compassion in James' eyes. "Don't worry, I won't let you die quickly. Death would be a mercy. I intend to make you wish for it while forcing you to

chill ran down Nichole's spine as James left those words hanging in the air and walked out of the

bedroom, Nichole couldn't move, her mouth sealed with duct tape, fear spreading to every corner of her body. She couldn't fathom what James had in store for her or what life with the Burke

Sophie had returned to take control of

peculiar glances

the CEO's elevator, practically running up to

his features were sharper, making him look less like the famed actor he was

past few days, we owe you and Tricia a

new look, choked up, managing only to say, "I'm

Seeing Sophie return