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Chapter 1016
'Elijah left? If Elijah's gone, no one can stop Tyler..." Vicky thought, her heart sinking.
Feeling uneasy, she said, "I will get to the bottom of what happened. Miss Starling is still waiting for you in a
different room. You should go to her."
"There's no need to hurry," Tyler said in a hoarse voice, before lowering his head to kiss her once again.
Apart from the time when they first fell in love, she never had the right to make any decision concerning her
relationship with Tyler.
Regardless of whether they were divorced or not, Tyler would always treat her as his possession, to be used as he
pleased.
The unprecedented exhaustion and weariness made Vicky wish she could die because it seemed that death was her
only escape from this endless humiliation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe afternoon sunlight was just right, filtering through the ethereal curtains and casting a faint layer of light in the
room.
Walking out of the bathroom, Tyler caught sight of Vicky lying on the bed like a puppet. The magnificent and heavy
wedding dress was crumpled, devoid of its initial beauty, and casually thrown on the floor.
In a hoarse voice, he spoke, "Aren't you going to take a bath? It
Vicky seemed to not have heard his words and did not even glance at him.
Tyler's gaze turned cold. "What is it? Do you want me to bathe you?"
Even with that, Vicky remained unresponsive.
The look in Tyler's eyes darkened. He walked to the edge of the bed to look down at Vicky from above. His shadow
enveloped her, blocking the faint light that seeped through the curtains.
"How dare you make such an expression? It's not like we haven't done this before. Who are you showing that
pathetic look to?" He questioned sharply.
Vicky still did not acknowledge him.
Losing his patience, Tyler lifted her up.
At the moment of contact, her body trembled lightly, but she quickly became unresponsive again.
Vicky's hair was disheveled, her delicate, fair skin marred with visible marks, and there was an unhealed wound on
her lips, giving her a desolate appearance.
Tyler's brows furrowed. He had no choice but to carry her into the bathroom. The bathtub was already filled with
water. Since Vicky refused to move, Tyler ended up washing her.
After the bath, Tyler carried her back to the bedroom.
Throughout the process, Vicky did not offer any response, as if her heart had already died.
Tyler's tone grew even colder. "That's enough, Vicky. Are you throwing a tantrum because you want to be punished
further?"
Vicky remained indifferent to Tyler's threats and his mood worsened, so he grasped her head and kissed her again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVicky neither struggled nor refused, resembling a lifeless puppet, allowing him to do as he pleased.
A cold chuckle sounded in her ear, "Vicky, I'll let you go if you beg of me right now."
Vicky's lashes fluttered, but she refused to respond.
Seeing that she would not yield, a glimmer of ruthlessness flashed in Tyler's eyes. He flipped her body over and
pinned her down with his weight once again.
Vicky tensed instantly and her body stiffened, but she still made no effort to resist, like a soulless toy.
Just then, a sudden ringing of the phone abruptly broke the silence.
Tyler's actions halted, and he picked up the phone. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the screen.
He cast a brief glance at Vicky, then curled his thin lips into a chilling smile that sent shivers down one's spine as he
answered the call.
A woman's clear voice came from the other end of the line," Tyler, when are you coming over? I'm still waiting for
you in the room."
"I have something to attend to, so I left," he replied.
There was a moment of silence from the other side, followed by an anxious reply, "You left? But... I am trying on
wedding dresses today!"
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