Chapter 225 Nightmare

• Henry rose from the bed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, a twisted sense of satisfaction etched across his face. There was no trace of remorse—only cruel contentment—as he finished violating his newly wedded wife.
• Elise lay motionless, shattered. Silent tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, her lips trembling with suppressed sobs. Her clothes were scattered across the room, and the once-pristine bedsheet was stained crimson—an undeniable testament to the brutal theft of her innocence.
• But Henry didn’t spare her a glance.