(Author’s POV)Inside the vast, shadowed warehouse, chains clinked, dim lights buzzed, and the stench of fear clung to the walls like a stain that would never fade.Natasha, bound tightly to a steel chair, was already showing signs of strain, her hair disheveled, a cut on her lip, wrists raw from the binds. Around her stood three of the Skylar brothers' top female bodyguards, dressed in black, their expressions unreadable. These women were not ordinary guards, they were elite, cold, and trained for jobs exactly like this."Don't kill her," Owen had instructed earlier, his voice like ice. "But make her wish she never breathed the same air as our wife”.And they did.Without hesitation, one guard ripped Natasha’s designer coat off while another landed a vicious backhand across her face. She gasped, the sting immediate. Slaps turned to calculated strikes, nothing too fatal, just enough to make her scream. Her cries echoed across the warehouse, bouncing toward the chamber on the other s
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