Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Did He

Seriously Just Wet Himself

Felix’s howls were hoarse and grating, a clear indication of his profound fear.

As his pleas intensified, he started banging his head against the floor, his blood, now mingling with the grimy dust, seeping into his open wound.

A heavy silence engulfed the basement, so dense that the only sound was the thumping of his own heart echoing in his

ears.

Just when he thought he could no longer bear the oppressive quiet, a cold, mocking laugh pierced the stillness from above. “You don’t even qualify to compete with me for Linsey.” Collin’s voice came slowly, each word slicing through Felix like a sharp blade. “Considering what you did to her, you’re definitely going to pay the price.”

Felix shook his head in desperation, his eyes wide with panic as he tried to clear his name. “I didn’t mean to do anything to Linsey. I swear I didn’t have the courage! It was Linsey herself–she tried to seduce me. She tried to set me up!”

A flicker of irritation crossed Collin’s face, his deep eyes narrowing slightly.

Silently, he raised his foot, encased in a sleek, custom–made leather shoe, and slammed it down on Felix’s hand, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from him.

“Which hand did you use to touch Linsey? Tell me,” Collin demanded, his voice calm but threaded with a chilling menace. Felix’s complexion turned pale, his body shaking from the intense pain.

The force of the stomp was not enough to break him, but his body bore the marks of prior brutalities inflicted by Collin’s

henchmen.

The fresh pain was like salt rubbed into his already festering wounds.

His agonized screams filled the basement, bouncing off the stone walls, yet trapped in this sealed underworld, unheard by

the outside world.

“Collin Riley!” Felix choked out, his voice hoarse with loathing. He looked up at Collin, fury contorting his features.

Collin regarded Felix’s animosity with an icy detachment. “Both hands, then?” His voice was devoid of any emotion. “Well, if you can’t control them, you don’t need them.”

On his signal, two of his men advanced. One held Felix down against the cold, hard floor while the other seized his hand, twisting it cruelly.

A horrific scream ripped from Felix’s throat as his hand was forcefully twisted, the sound of snapping bones reverberating like a tolling bell. His face lost all color, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His throat, already raw from his earlier cries, felt like it was tearing.

The compounded agony overwhelmed Felix’s body. With a final, guttural scream, he fell into unconsciousness.

His respite was fleeting. Seconds later, Collin commanded one of his men to douse him with a bucket of cold water.

Felix’s eyes snapped open, he gasped for air, and his mind was foggy.