All Chapters of The Rejected Wife's Secret Empire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He pressed his torn, actively bleeding fingernails directly into the sharp crevice of the massive stone wall, and for the first time in his entire miserable life, the great Aryan Singhania openly wept.The tears weren't just hot; they felt like corrosive acid burning down his freezing, dirt-caked cheeks. The quiet, muffled sobs aggressively shook his bare, bruised torso, sending excruciating shockwaves radiating from his violently shattered left arm straight into his failing heart. He didn't wipe the tears away. He just let them freely mix with the freezing mud and the fresh crimson blood continuously dripping from his mangled right hand.The relentless ticking of the clock in his mind was the only thing keeping his exhausted brain conscious. Thirty minutes. He dragged his heavily bruised knees across the wet grass, moving agonizing inches at a time along the base of the boundary wall. His torn fingernails were now completely shredded, the delicate nail beds entirely exposed and screa

He didn't move. He just stood there, entirely hollowed out, violently shivering in the morning wind, while the entire corporate world he used to rule openly laughed at his absolute destruction.The harsh, barking laughter of the heavily armed corporate security guards echoed violently against the towering glass skyscraper. It was a suffocating, incredibly heavy sound that aggressively pressed against Aryan’s bleeding eardrums. He stared blindly down at the filthy, rusted one-rupee coin resting directly in the small, spreading puddle of his own fresh, dark blood.Every single remaining shred of his deeply buried human instinct violently screamed at him to leave it in the dirt. To turn his back, walk away, and finally let the darkness consume him. But the terrifying, absolute image of his mother’s fragile chest stopping under a forcefully silenced ventilator violently paralyzed his rebellious thoughts. He had zero rights. He had zero pride. He was a slave.Slowly, agonizingly, Aryan ben

He was no longer the brilliant, arrogant Devil of Dalal Street. He was just a nameless, broken, bleeding animal, violently chained in the freezing mud, waiting for his merciless master to either finally end his miserable life, or completely break whatever was left of his shattered soul.The freezing, agonizing night absolutely refused to end. The suffocating darkness slowly gave way to a harsh, blinding morning fog. Aryan's numb body was entirely encased in a terrifying shell of frozen mud and dried blood. His erratic breathing had completely deteriorated into a pathetic wheeze. Every microscopic inhalation felt like jagged ice forcefully scraping against his ruined lungs. He couldn't feel his bruised feet anymore. The spiked leather dog collar strapped around his raw throat restricted his failing airway, actively choking him with every violent shiver.At exactly six o'clock, the heavy metal gate of the kennel yard violently swung open. The loud screech of rusted iron pierced his blee

 "You have exactly five more bowls remaining, driver. I suggest you work much faster. My beautiful dogs are getting incredibly hungry, and if you take too long, I might simply feed you to them instead."The sheer, absolute finality of her lethal threat violently echoed in the freezing morning air. Aryan’s completely exhausted, dying brain desperately tried to rebel, to forcefully shut down and plunge him into the peaceful, dark void of a coma. But the terrifying image of the hospital ventilator monitor flatlining violently jolted him awake. He didn't have a choice. He was completely, irreversibly trapped in her absolute hell.Rohan’s heavy, merciless hand violently slammed against the back of Aryan’s bruised neck once again. The brutal guard aggressively shoved Aryan’s bleeding, violently shivering face directly toward the second massive steel bowl.This one was infinitely worse. It was heavily caked with thick, frozen chunks

 "Every single billionaire who walks into my mansion will explicitly wipe the freezing mud off their expensive shoes directly onto your bare, heavily bruised back. And if you dare to flinch, or accidentally bleed on their custom suits, I will immediately order the hospital to harvest your mother's organs for the black market."The sheer horror of her final threat paralyzed his exhausted brain. Aryan’s shivering jaw locked tight. He couldn't even manage a pathetic wheeze. The terrifying image of his mother being ruthlessly butchered on a cold surgical table aggressively consumed his mind, forcefully crushing his final, microscopic ounce of human rebellion.Kiara turned her back on him, her expensive black velvet gown sweeping flawlessly across the marble. She walked into the grand ballroom to await her elite guests, dismissing his violently trembling existence."You heard the Queen, Singhania," Rohan sneered violently, grabbing Aryan by the hea