Chapter 175: The Root Of His Torment

Lorraine’s body trembled as if every fiber of her being struggled to process his words. The slow, teasing grin on Leroy’s face made the ache in her chest worse, not because of cruelty, but because of tenderness, and something far more dangerous: hope.

"Only you, Lorraine..." he whispered again, his voice lower this time, deeper, as though repeating a sacred vow. "You are mine. Mine alone."