The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Inside the room, Justin lay tied to the bed, bound tightly with ropes. A towel was stuffed in his mouth as his entire body convulsed violently, wracked by the excruciating torment of drug withdrawal. It felt like thousands of ants gnawed relentlessly at his flesh and bones.

He would no longer take the drugs.

There were countless times when he felt an overwhelming urge to give in, to take just one dose and end it all. His iron will was reaching its breaking point.

But in the end, he endured. Justin curled up tightly, his crimson eyes shut firmly.

Justin remembered when he was young, his mother had told him time and again to be a person of integrity and dignity. He could not disappoint his mother or those who believed in him. He absolutely could not fall into depravity!

Outside the door, Ian checked his watch. Seeing that the time was right, he unlocked the door and entered, locking it again behind him.

When he turned around, he was startled to see Justin standing stiffly in the living room. His handsome face was ashen, damp, and disheveled black hair clung to his forehead. He exuded a feeling of defeat and frailty.

you untie the ropes?" Ian's chest ached as he asked in

onto the

next endless torment

Suddenly, his phone rang.

this hour?' Justin leaned forward with great effort, picked up the phone from the coffee table, and saw the name "Bella" flashing on

answered, his

your rest." Bella's trembling

pursed his lips together. "It's fine.

may be in danger. My brothers are either unreachable or out of the country... I don't know what to

Before she could finish, Justin shot up from the couch, though

reacted quickly and rushed to support