Chapter 116

• When my name, Estelle, the three words that once carried all my pride and hope, were branded on the contract like three death warrants, Marius’s handsome yet twisted face lit up with a nauseating joy that only a victor could possess!
• “Essie, my dear Essie! I knew you were a smart woman!”
• He strode towards me with open arms, as if he was about to embrace me, the “hero” he had just pushed into hell with his own hands, celebrating his victory.