บททั้งหมดของ His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 268

Anna and Vince were dragged into the torture room like discarded sacks. The air inside felt heavy, almost sticky, with the sour scent of old blood and the smell of rusted chains. The walls were lined with tools no one should ever see twice, and a single lamp hung above them, swinging slightly and throwing shaky shadows everywhere.Veronica stood in front of them, arms folded, eyes slicing straight through Vince. The second she saw him, her face tightened, and her voice came out sharp enough to cut skin.“I told you not to bring her,” Veronica snapped, her finger stabbing the air toward Anna. “Didn’t you think for a second that your mother could never be trusted?”Her words hit Vince like a blow. He turned to Anna, confusion twisting his expression. “Mom… What is she talking about? Trusted for what?”Anna’s chest rose and fell hard. She didn’t wait for Veronica to continue her poison.“You shut your mouth,” Anna barked, stepping forward as far as the ropes allowed. “Back the fuck ou

Veronica laughed wickedly as she shook her head at Anna. “Still talking, I see.”“Mom, are you okay?” Vince asked, struggling to free himself from the grip of the tight rope on his wrist and legs.The room felt smaller the longer they kept Anna tied to that metal chair. The smell of sweat and dust clung to the air, and every time she shifted, the ropes bit deeper into her skin. Her hand throbbed violently from the nail that had already been torn out. It wasn’t even pain anymore; it was something uglier, more like a pinch that crawled beneath her ribs and made her whole body tremble.Vince sat opposite her, wrists bound behind his back, face red and wet with helpless anger. He kept shaking his head like he still couldn’t believe this was happening, like any second now someone would rush in and cut them free but the room stayed quiet.Veronica walked back to them with renewed zeal and a cold heart. She moved with the confidence of someone who thought the world belonged to her, her boo

The tunnel let out a cold, stale gust of air the moment Luca and I pulled the cover open. Dust curled through the air like tiny ghosts, and for a second I hesitated because whatever was waiting inside felt old. Ancient, almost like time itself had been sitting down there, waiting to be disturbed. We looked down the hole that had a narrow step that led to yet another.“I’ll go first,” Luca whispered, though his voice carried the same tremor in my chest.“No,” I whispered back. “We go together.”So we climbed down, one cautious step at a time, palms sliding along damp walls. The moment our feet hit the floor properly, the lights flickered, buzzed and then flooded the tunnel with a warm glow that looked so golden.I looked around and saw treasure boxes in their dozens all stacked high, some covered with old clothes as if someone had tried to protect them from dust, or from prying eyes. There were weapons beside some, files beside others, and a faint scent of cedar that made me think

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