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Chapter 845:
Through the blinding pain and the ultimate humiliation, Alycia managed to turn her head. Her vision was blurred with blood and tears, but she found Cole sitting in the shadows.
Her eyes burned with a hatred so pure it was almost radioactive.
โWhy?!โ she shrieked, her vocal cords shredding with the effort. โI did everything for you! I gave you everything p>
Cole slowly exhaled a thick cloud of gray smoke that drifted across the room.
๐๐๐โ๐ ๐i๐๐ด ๐ปe๐ธ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญะตa๐๐ฒ๐ ะพ๐.ัะพ๐ฎ
โYou are just paying the invoice for your own greed,โ he replied, his voice cutting through the noise with chilling clarity.
That single sentence broke the last remaining pillar of Alyciaโs sanity. The fortress of lies she had built, the delusion that she was a victim, collapsed entirely. She realized, in her final moments of lucidity, that her suffering bought her absolutely zero pity.
The ordeal dragged on for twenty agonizing minutes.
Alyciaโs screams slowly degraded into wet, broken gasps. Her throat was destroyed. Her body, once pampered and flawless, was now a canvas of dark purple bruising, deep lacerations, and filth. She looked like a broken porcelain doll tossed into a landfill.
The hitman finally stepped back, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked toward the shadows, waiting for Coleโs next command.
Cole glanced at the heavy platinum watch on his wrist. He looked bored. He leaned over and crushed the remaining half of his cigar into the expensive leather armrest of the chair, ruining the material.
He stood, adjusted the cuffs of his tactical jacket, and smoothed out invisible wrinkles. Then he turned his back on the carnage and walked toward the shattered front door.
Just as his boot hit the threshold, Cole stopped. He didnโt turn around.
โLeave a detail behind,โ he ordered his assistant. โMake sure these animals finish the entire protocol. Keep her conscious. I want her mind completely pulverized p>
Alycia heard the order. A final, desperate surge of adrenaline hit her system, and she lifted her ruined head off the marble floor.
โI curse you!โ she rasped, her voice a demonic gargle of blood and spit. โI curse you, Cole! June will never forgive you! You will burn in a hell of your own making for the rest of your miserable life p>
The words were a physical strike. They hit the exact, unprotected center of Coleโs deepest trauma.
His heavy boots stopped moving. The muscles in his broad back locked up, turning rigid as steel. His breathing hitched for a fraction of a second.
But he didnโt turn around.
โEnjoy the view from the bottom,โ he said softly.
He stepped out into the hallway. The assistant checked the blinking red light on the camera one last time, ensuring the battery was full, before following his boss out.
The heavy footsteps faded down the corridor. Inside the penthouse, the armed guards shifted their stances, and the hitmen moved back toward the coffee table.
Alycia watched the light from the hallway disappear as the broken door shifted. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the absolute darkness, the blinding pain, and the suffocating humiliation swallow her whole.