It had only been a few days since Alyssa last saw Jameson, yet he was no longer the refined, wealthy, and confident man she once knew.

The air of leadership that used to radiate from him was gone.

Now, the Jameson sitting across from her looked pale and worn out.

His usually immaculate hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes were now bloodshot.

The once proud fourth son of the Schmidt family had fallen— reduced to a mere, lowly prisoner.

Still, when he heard Alyssa was visiting, he made an excuse to go to the washroom.

Splashing water on his face, he quickly combed his disheveled hair.

His pride had been shattered years ago when he first went to Kontina, but he still wanted to appear somewhat presentable for her.

Jameson's pride had vanished in that first year.

From then on, the fourth son of the Schmidt family ceased to exist.

All that remained was a man consumed by hatred and evil, stepping over the dead to claw his way to the top.

He cleaned himself up only for Alyssa.

Yes, he still loved her.

But he had long accepted that he was never worthy of her from the start.

Forcing things had only caused pain.

eyes met through

silently, saying

voice flat as she noticed

beaten up?" she

blinked, his puffy

his pale lips

exactly liked

I'm vicious, merciless...

worst of

expected this." "You're a good

think you'd end

His grin was twisted,

few days have been

have everything, or at least

every night, I

how to fight, how to get revenge for

which had been a part of him for years,

don't

not

because they made me feel like I had a mask

I don't need it

arrested." "But isn't it your wish for

true." His tone was gentle, as though he was

they

Jameson's eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at her, committing

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