The Rejected Wife's Secret Empire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 76

"Drag this filthy animal back to his rusted chain in the basement, Rohan. He has completely served his pathetic purpose for the evening."The absolute finality of her command was a terrifying death sentence. Before Aryan’s exhausted, feverish brain could even register the sheer horror of returning to the freezing darkness, Rohan’s heavy hands aggressively clamped down onto his heavily bruised, bare shoulders. The brutal guard didn't bother letting Aryan find his footing. He forcefully dragged the violently shivering, half-naked man backward across the pristine marble floor, actively smearing a horrifying trail of freezing mud and dark blood completely across the opulent foyer.Aryan couldn't even muster a pathetic gasp. His deeply infected, completely shredded right hand dragged uselessly beside him. His back—a terrifying, ruined canvas of deep, muddy shoeprints, violently torn skin, and raised purple welts—screamed in pure, white-hot agony with every microscopic movement.Rohan aggre

He slowly, agonizingly dragged his entirely dead, violently shivering weight across the filthy floor, completely surrendering his final, microscopic shred of human dignity to the absolute Devil standing before him.Every single microscopic movement forward required a catastrophic, monumental effort from his completely starved muscles. The heavy, rusted iron chain attached directly to the spiked leather collar loudly clanked against the freezing, damp concrete, creating a horrific, metallic symphony of his absolute enslavement. His completely shattered, heavily swollen left arm, violently bound by the cheap wooden broom handle and filthy silver duct tape, dragged entirely uselessly beside his heavily bruised ribs. The sheer, aggressive friction against the rough stone aggressively tore at his fragile, ruined skin, sending white-hot, lethal spikes of pure, blinding agony directly into his severely feverish brain.He finally reached the immaculate, flawless tips of her expensive designer

He crawled back. He scooped again. Hot, thick tears of absolute despair streamed down his heavily bruised face, actively mixing with the terrifying, highly toxic waste completely consuming his shattered soul.The grueling, completely impossible repetition dragged on for agonizing hours. The harsh morning sun slowly climbed into the hazy, freezing sky, forcefully baking the raw, biohazardous sewage and violently amplifying the putrid, suffocating methane stench. Aryan was moving purely on a terrifying, completely unconscious biological autopilot. His entirely numb, heavily bruised knees were completely shredded from crawling endlessly back and forth across the sharp, unforgiving gravel. The horrific, deep shoe prints forcefully left by the elite billionaires on his completely bare, shivering back were actively festering, the freezing, contaminated mud violently reacting with his fragile, torn skin. His violently shattered left arm, aggressively bound by the cheap wooden broom handle an