Chapter 61

Then, one of the man’s companions, looking terrified, warned him, “Mr. Natt, that suit she’s wearing looks custom-made. Only Noah Wall would have one like that. Could she… could she be with him?” Jorma Natt paused, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

Grasping the fleeting opportunity, Sadie managed to stammer, “I… I’m Noah’s wife… just let me go…”

Jorma snorted with disbelief, his eyes laced with sarcasm. “Wife? Since when did Noah ever get married? How come I didn’t know? Noah’s true love is back—and the only person he’s going to marry is Kyla. Who do you think you are, pretending to be his wife?”

With that, he yanked the suit jacket off Sadie and threw it aside with disdain. “You’re not talking your way out of this!” The jacket fell onto the dirty ground.

The faint trace of Noah’s cologne stood in stark contrast to the grimy air.

Sadie knew, deep within her, that there was no escape from this moment.

Jorma grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward the Night Owl Bar with ruthless force.

Despair haunted Sadie’s eyes. Her attempts to resist and her cries proved futile. The sounds of the bar seemed to filter through from another dimension.

In secrecy, Jorma’s companion snapped a photo of the suit on the ground and messaged Samuel, saying, “Is this Noah’s suit? A woman claiming to be his wife was just taken into the Night Owl Bar by Jorma.” Plans began to form in the man’s mind.

Whether or not this woman was connected to Noah, it presented an opportunity for him to demonstrate his loyalty and get closer.

Samuel quickly forwarded the message to Noah.

A heavy scent of perfume filled the dimly lit room. Sadie found herself harshly tied to a bed adorned with romantic motifs, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly that they caused her pain. Despite her struggles, she was immobilized.

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“Do you prefer it rough or gentle?” Jorma sneered, retrieving several whips from a tool cabinet and approaching her.

Tears of anger welled in Sadie’s eyes as she glared back at him. “You’re a monster! Release me now!” she shouted.

If her glare could inflict harm, Jorma would have been in pieces.

Jorma’s smile only grew more sinister. “You’ve got spirit; that’s what I like to see,” he replied casually, pinning her down on the bed.

The silence was broken by the faint sound of fabric rustling.noveldrama

“No!” Sadie’s shout was a mix of panic and despair.

Her instinct was to fight, to push back, but she felt utterly powerless. Jorma relished her vulnerability, delighting in it like a predator with its captured prey.

Bending over, he tried to plant a kiss on Sadie’s neck.

In that instant, Sadie found a sliver of opportunity. Gathering all her strength, she bit hard into Jorma’s ear.

“Ah!” Jorma howled in pain, his hands flying to his ear as blood spilled between his fingers. He touched his ear, only to discover a piece was missing.

Driven by searing pain, his rage escalated. “You bitch! You’re going to die today!” he yelled, grabbing a whip and striking Sadie brutally.

The lash struck Sadie, and a sharp cry escaped her as pain flared through her. With relentless force, the whip continued its assault, each strike etching a line of agony into her skin.

As the torture persisted, Sadie’s mind clouded with pain, reducing her responses to mere survival. Initially, she could still cry out, but her cries soon diminished to weak whimpers.

Overwhelmed by the continuous pain, Sadie gradually lost consciousness. A soft moan escaped her as her eyelids fluttered weakly.

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