?Chapter 712:


    Now those memories felt like borate lies.


    Wild desperation seized her as she fought against her bonds like a cornered animal.


    “Save your strength. The more you struggle, the faster the drug will take effect.” Axell started loosening his robe, taking his time while his eyes lit up with sick pleasure. “Your mind can resist all it wants, but your body’s going to give in soon enough.”


    “No… don’t touch me…” Rosanna’s voice broke, tears choking her words. “Please… I’m begging you…”


    “Begging?” Heughed softly, his hand moving to her ankle as he leaned close to her ear. His voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “This is exactly what you deserve, isn’t it? Be good for me, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”


    “You bastard! You’repletely sick!” Tears finally spilled over, carrying all her shame, rage, and terror in one bitter flood.


    But then something shifted, and she went quiet.


    What was the point of struggling? Her screams weren’t reaching anyone.


    The terrible truth settled over her like a weight. Her own parents had actually handed her over to Axell, like some kind of offering.


    Those delicious dishes, every gentle word they’d given her — now felt like des twisting in her chest. All of it had been a performance.


    Just because of one lie she’d told, just because Maia had risen above her, her parents could be this cruel to throw her away? Even though they knew what was—


    Going to happen to her after she fell into Axell’s hands, they still chose to hand her to him?


    If she’d known it would end like this, the slums would have been paradisepared to this hell.


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    A bitter, hollowugh bubbled up from Rosanna’s throat.


    In that moment, she severed every tie to the Morgan family.


    Very well. If they pushed her into hell, she decided to be a demon!


    She made a silent vow. As long as blood still flowed through her veins, she would make Maia and every single person who had betrayed her pay dearly.


    They would all suffer. They would all burn.


    Rain hammered against the window with relentless fury, each droplet swelling the tempest beyond. The storm’s pounding merged with rolling thunder, creating a symphony of nature’s fury.


    Outside, the tempest concealed whatever was happening within Axell’s room.


    In the study of Cooper Estate, warm light from an ornate gilded deskmp illuminated the tension written across Kolton’s face.


    He sat rigid in his chair, shadows deepening his expression as he massaged his temples with slow, deliberate movements.


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