Tyler pulled Vicky to him roughly and stared into her eyes. âAre you women all born to be so
heartless?â
His grip was so strong that her wrist began to hurt. She frowned and said, âIt hurts⦠Let goâ¦â
âSure. Tell me who helped you.â
âI already told you that it was Harveyâ¦â
Before she could finish, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room, and her shirt was torn apart.
She was stunned for a moment before she snapped out of it and covered her exposed chest. âHave
you gone mad, Tyler?!â
He stared down at her with a ruthless look in his eyes as he uttered cruelly, âWho was it?â
âI donât knowâ¦â
âSo you plan on protecting him no matter what, huh?â he scoffed and tore his necktie off.
Vicky did not know what he was going to do, but the anxiety that overwhelmed her urged her to back
away.
Tyler reached to grab Vicky and tossed her onto the bed roughly before tying her wrists skilfully with his
necktie and tying the other end to the bed.
With that, he got up and left, only to return in a few minutes with chains and cuffs.
Vickyâs eyes widened at the sight, and she immediately started struggling. âLet me go! Tyler Hart, let
me go! You canât do this to me! You lunatic! Psychopath! I donât want to be with you anymore! Iâm
divorcing you!â
Memories of the week when she was abducted flushed back to her.
He chained her up mercilessly, making her feel like a pet that was locked in a dark room with her pride
on the ground.
He had not expressed any compassion or sympathy for her, and what awaited her was endless
torment.
She did not know how she managed to survive that week, but the trauma from it continued to haunt
her, and she instantly lost her composure.
Tyler stood by the bed and narrowed his eyes at her hysterical state.
âDivorce?â he repeated. âSay that again.â
Fear had overwhelmed her, and she did not spot the odd look on his face.
Memories seemed to have taken her back to the day when she was kidnapped by Tyler years ago.
âI donât want to be with you anymore, Tyler,â she mumbled. âLet me go⦠Please, just spare meâ¦â
Storm gathered in his dark, brooding eyes. âWhoâs going to spare me, huh?â He cuffed her wrists and
ankles before bending down to whisper into her ear, âStop dreaming. I will never let you go.â