Chapter 83 The Wrath Of A Lover

• The walls of the dungeon were cold and damp. The air itself seemed to cling to the skin like a heavy veil of misery and despair. And in that place of shadows where silence felt like the language of death itself, Stefano had kept her, bound and trembling, her wrists chafed raw against the iron restraints that anchored her to the chair that had long ceased to be just a chair but an altar upon which his wrath was worshipped.
• Every flicker of the torchlight revealed the broken edges of a man who had once loved her with a hunger that burned brighter than fire. But now that same hunger had twisted into something darker, something that clawed at him from within until all he could think of was retribution for the lie that had ruined him.
• Serena’s voice cracked when she tried to speak, a hoarse whisper that sounded more like a plea for salvation than a defense of her innocence, “Stefano, please, I never wanted to betray you, they forced me, they twisted my life before you ever touched it, I was a pawn in their hands, I was lied to and manipulated, but you, you were the only truth I ever wanted to keep,”