Married To A Cassanova Billionaire

silence that suffocated me, pressing down like an invisible weight. Hours passed-though they felt like days-with no food

ne he

, gray expanse offering no comfort, no distraction from the chaos swirling in m

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n air of authority, his neat sandals tapping against the concrete floor. His hands were clasped behind his back, his express

e?" he said, his voice ca

wouldn't give him

silent treatment. That's fine. I don't need w

d forward with a metal bucket. I tensed,

, is he go

.. No

bucket, and a cascade of ice

at the freezing liquid which soaked through my clothes and pooled around me on

k..

. You can end this anytime, you know. Just say the words. Agree to what I want, an

ontrollably. "Go to hell," I croaked,

cold disdain. "Have it your way," he said, standi

was alone again, shivering

nked by his two guards. This time, one of them carried a small pitcher of water and a piece of b

.. I ne

No every moment was destabilising. My throat hurts so much and I could

?" the man asked, his to

, my eyes fixed

me staring hungrily at the bread. "Stubbornness isn't going to get you an

just out of reach. My hands were no longer bound, but the chain connec

aid with a smirk. "Ta

chain jerked taut, the cuffs biting into my wrists as I stretc

s not

no use. The food was just far e

room. "Pathetic," he muttered. He motioned to his guards, and the

t my sight. My stomach sang in antici

rned it," he said before th

ch twisted in knots, and my head throbbed from dehydration. Every movement sent waves o

e....... Help

own my eyes, my eyes burn

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, this time alone. He carried a small, black c

en the case. Inside was an assortment of tools-pliers, a

You know," he said conversationally, "there are many ways to persuade someon

re insane," I barked, spitting on him countless

t you'll find that in

chain held me in place. He grabbed my wrist, his grip like

ted out my mouth

voice calm. "Agree to what I

.....," my eyes pulped o

linding, as he applied pressure. I opened my mouth wide, screaming with so many emotions fixed to it. Pa

eryone has a breaking point." He spat at my breaki

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his man seemed to take pleasure in breaking me down, his methods growing more twisted with each pa

e you

aking with the effort to stay upright. If I collapsed, one of his

eated, his voice like poison dripping into m

t eyes, my lips already dry from

cally. "Fine. Hav

my hands behind my back and looped the rope around a hook in the ceiling, pulling i

ession impassive. "Do you know what I

my focus was on s

a criminal. A pawn. A means to an end. You sho

r than any blade, a

released the ropes that was

ved me of everything-food, water, warmth, dignity. The man's voice wa

sten now?" he asked,

ve. My lips were cracked and bleed

orce me to look at him. "Say the words,"

illed my eyes as I nodded weakly. "I'll do it," I whispered, t

ross his face. "Good girl,"

hick dark door I didn't take note of since I entered this torture hole, he told

as he walked toward the door. "Rest now. Yo

y mind numb with defeat. I had given in, but