Chapter 109- Whispers of vengeance

Damian stormed back into the bedroom, his presence even darker and more menacing than before. Lina, still curled up on the floor, flinched when she heard the door slam shut. Her tear-streaked face lifted toward him, but any hope of mercy vanished when she saw the cold fury in his eyes.

In his hand, he carried a coiled leather whip. The sight of it made Lina’s blood run cold.

“Get up,” Damian commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Lina hesitated, her ...