Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 124

Chapter 124:

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After a while, he listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing, reaching out to snugly tuck the blankets around her. His gaze softened. But as he thought of the injuries that marred her body, a flash of cold fury sparked in his eyes.

He vowed silently that Felix would pay for this.

The basement at Vista Villa was enveloped in darkness.

The night was deep, the air thick and suffocating within the confines of the prison.

Echoing ominously through the silence, steady footsteps descended the staircase.

Collin, tall and imposing, emerged at the entrance of the corridor. The guards stationed at the basement immediately advanced, their demeanor respectful. “Mr. Riley.”

“How is Felix?” Collin’s voice was icy.

One of the guards bowed his head and replied, “Per your orders, sir, we’ve kept him alive, just barely, awaiting your interrogation.”

Collin nodded slightly and strode forward.

He soon reached Felix.

Felix, blurred by pain and barely conscious, sensed someone approaching. He reflexively began to wail and plead. “Sir, please, I’m begging you! Let me go! I won’t dare do it again! Please, just let me go!” His cries and pleas continued for a long while, but there was no response.

Confused, Felix lifted his head, only to meet Collin’s icy, expressionless gaze.

His eyes locked onto Collin’s clearly functional legs, sparking a surge of terror that stole his breath.

“You… you’re not disabled,” Felix stammered, his face a mask of disbelief.

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For years, nearly everyone in the upper echelons of Grester society had been led to believe that Collin was physically disabled.

However, this had been nothing more than a meticulously crafted deception.

Felix’s eyes flicked to the guards standing by, a chilling realization dawning upon him.

Collin had deceived everyone. He had concealed his true capabilities, and the depth of his cunning was now terrifyingly clear.

Felix’s complexion turned ghostly pale. Trembling, he pleaded, “Collin, please, I’m begging you. Let me go. I swear I’ll stay away from Linsey! I’ll never compete with you for her again!”

Felix’s howls were hoarse and grating, a clear indication of his profound fear.

As his pleas intensified, he started banging his head against the floor, his blood, now mingling with the grimy dust, seeping into his open wound.

A heavy silence engulfed the basement, so dense that the only sound was the thumping of his own heart echoing in his ears.

Just when he thought he could no longer bear the oppressive quiet, a cold, mocking laugh pierced the stillness from above.

“You don’t even qualify to compete with me for Linsey.” Collin’s voice came slowly, each word slicing through Felix like a sharp blade. “Considering what you did to her, you’re definitely going to pay the price.”

Felix shook his head in desperation, his eyes wide with panic as he tried to clear his name. “I didn’t mean to do anything to Linsey. I swear I didn’t have the courage! It was Linsey herself—she tried to seduce me. She tried to set me up!”

A flicker of irritation crossed Collin’s face, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.

Silently, he raised his foot, encased in a sleek, custom-made leather shoe, and slammed it down on Felix’s hand, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from him.

“Which hand did you use to touch Linsey? Tell me,” Collin demanded, his voice calm but threaded with a chilling menace.

Felix’s complexion turned pale, his body shaking from the intense pain. The force of the stomp was not enough to break him, but his body bore the marks of prior brutalities inflicted by Collin’s henchmen.

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