Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 125

Chapter 125:

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The fresh pain was like salt rubbed into his already festering wounds. His agonized screams filled the basement, bouncing off the stone walls, yet trapped in this sealed underworld, unheard by the outside world.

“Collin Riley!” Felix choked out, his voice hoarse with loathing. He looked up at Collin, fury contorting his features.

Collin regarded Felix’s animosity with an icy detachment. “Both hands, then?” His voice was devoid of any emotion. “Well, if you can’t control them, you don’t need them.”

On his signal, two of his men advanced. One held Felix down against the cold, hard floor while the other seized his hand, twisting it cruelly. A horrific scream ripped from Felix’s throat as his hand was forcefully twisted, the sound of snapping bones reverberating like a tolling bell. His face lost all color, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His throat, already raw from his earlier cries, felt like it was tearing.

As hatred blazed in his eyes, Felix glared at Collin, his voice quivering with venom. “Collin! You’ll get what’s coming to you!”

“Continue,” Collin ordered in a flat tone, cutting him off without a trace of mercy.

Moments later, one of his underlings forcefully snapped Felix’s other hand. The compounded agony overwhelmed Felix’s body. With a final, guttural scream, he fell into unconsciousness.

His respite was fleeting. Seconds later, Collin commanded one of his men to douse him with a bucket of cold water.

Felix’s eyes snapped open, he gasped for air, and his mind was foggy. “For every injury Linsey suffered, I’ll make you pay twice over,” Collin stated, his voice low and ominous. “It’s too early for you to pass out.”

Trembling, Felix looked up, locking eyes with Collin. The unmistakable intent to kill in Collin’s gaze chilled him to the bone. His body started to shake uncontrollably.

Soon, a foul smell filled the air. Collin’s men exchanged looks of disgust as they noticed the dark stain spreading beneath Felix, the sharp scent of urine mingling with the dank air.

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“Did he seriously just wet himself?” one muttered, his expression one of disdain. “That’s vile.”

Stripped of all dignity by his fear, Felix was beyond humiliation. He groveled, his voice broken as he pleaded, “Collin, I’ll never do it again! Please, I swear I won’t go near Linsey ever again! Just let me go!”

Felix’s hands were crippled, leaving him no choice but to awkwardly prop himself up on his elbows. His appearance was the epitome of embarrassment and misery.

Yet, Collin regarded him with icy detachment, devoid of any hint of compassion.

Collin’s piercing gaze prompted one of his men to step forward. The man’s voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge. “We can release you, but only on one condition—you must answer Mr. Riley’s questions truthfully. If you even think about lying, be ready to face the consequences.”

A spark of hope flickered across Felix’s battered face, and he eagerly responded, “Ask anything! I’ll tell everything I know!”

Without missing a beat, the subordinate pressed. “Who orchestrated the kidnapping of Mrs. Riley?”

As the question hung in the air, Felix’s fleeting smile dissolved into a tense, wary expression. His eyes darted around, betraying his inner turmoil as he recalled the events from a few days earlier. It was Huntley, the ambitious second son of the Riley family, who had approached him with an offer to help him have his way with Linsey.

Huntley had masterminded a vile scheme, concocting rumors designed to tarnish Collin’s and Linsey’s reputations far beyond their town of Grester. Collin’s wife, stuck with a worthless cripple, had eagerly spread her legs for someone else.

The offer was too good to resist. Huntley assured him wealth beyond his wildest dreams, and it didn’t take long for him to take the bait. For years, he had wanted her. Now, not only could he finally claim her, but he would be handsomely rewarded for it. There was no way he was letting this slip through his fingers.

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