A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

NIKOLAI’S POV

“Please, please, have mercy…” Leah groaned out, she could barely breathe but I didn’t care as I jabbed another needle into her neck.

1 frowned, mockingly. “How can I? You don’t fucking deserve it!” saying that, I slammed a plier onto her nose, probably breaking it.

She let out gibberish as blood trailed down her nose, filling her mouth, and making her gag on it.

I was in the tunnels under Alessandro’s mansion, torturing Leah and the men she had sent again to completely kill me after the wedding. She was among the guests, during the wedding time. She thought she was smart but before she could ruin the night, Alessandro captured her.

I requested Alessandro to allow me, treat her the same way she told her imbeciles to treat me. Alessandro told me everything about the raping, how she ordered the men to ruin my ass and now I had no mercy for her.

I went into the corner to get the toolkit but Antonio appeared beside me in a flash, “Let me get this for you.”

I smiled as we walked back to Leah Salvatore.

She shook her head, crying already knowing what was going to happen next. ‘Please Nikolai don’t….“,

Her lips trembled, swollen and split. She forced her mouth to work through the blood and tears, her words cracking apart:

“Y–You… y–you kill me, and my father… my father Paul… he’ll come for you… he’ll ruin you… he’ll burn everything you love…”

I crouched in front of her, the fluorescent light catching the sheen of blood on my hands. “Why shouldn’t I, Leah,” I murmured, almost gently. “Is this not what you wanted? This is what you gave orders for.” I added and turned my attention to Antonio.

Then I turned my head back to her, my smile darkening.

“Your father Paul?” I whispered, tilting my head. “Leah… he already screamed for mercy before he died. You’re soon going to join him in the grave.”

Antonio opened the kit and before me; laid beautiful, the shiniest, and the sharpest blades in the fucking world. My husband, in everything…

andro has the finest taste

Leah tried to move her head, tried to shake it again, but the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles made it impossible. She was shaking all over, her dress

torn and soaked with blood and sweat.

I reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her breath hitched violently. I tilted her head slowly, like admiring a piece of art, then smirked. “No words? What happened to all that power you thought you had, Salvatore?”

Antonio handed me a scalpel, one of Alessandro’s finest. The blade was immaculate, thin and cruelly sharp, catching the light as though it had been waiting for this moment. I turned it between my fingers, letting her watch.

“You know,” I whispered, leaning close enough that my lips nearly brushed her ear, “Thank you for ordering Marco to train me. I am this because of you“,

Her shoulders convulsed with silent sobs. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, splitting it anew, but she kept her silence because she knew no sound would help her now.

I pressed the flat of the scalpel against her cheek, not cutting yet, just letting the chill of the metal sink into her skin. She flinched hard, eyes squeezing shut.

‘Leah look at me, I whispered as I let the metal sink more into her skin.

Antonio shifted behind me, silent but ready for my orders. The sound of dripping water somewhere in the tunnel punctuated the stillness.

I traced the blade down her collarbone, slow enough that her skin puckered with goosebumps. Her chest heaved, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her eyes begged but her mouth stayed shut.

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