The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 925

The brutal assault lasted three full hours. For every grueling minute, Leonie was held down, forced to listen to the atrocities without a moment's reprieve.

With every muffled scream that tore from Dorian's throat, Felicia's face twisted further into madness, until she eventually grew entirely numb to the sound, showing no reaction at all.

When the hellish torture finally ended, the door creaked open. Dorian was dragged out and dumped at Felicia's feet like a corpse.

Leonie couldn't bring herself to look at him directly. His lower half was soaked in blood. The crimson stains covering his legs were a horrific sight.

He tried to speak, but his body gave out, and he lost consciousness.

Felicia glanced at him, turned her head away, and locked her gaze on Leonie.

"Do you see this, Miss Everhart? This is your masterpiece. Are you satisfied?"

Leonie trembled uncontrollably. She had never witnessed anything so horrific. She collapsed against the floor, paralyzed with shock.

Felicia stood up and gestured to her men. "We're leaving."

"You can't just leave him like this!" Leonie shrieked, desperate.

"Look at him! He's bleeding out! If you don't get a doctor, he's going to die in here!"

Leonie was too terrified to even look at the carnage. Felicia merely chuckled.

"I seriously wonder how you've survived this long in the real world. Why should I care if he dies? Besides, you're the one locked in here with him. If he dies, you'll be the one living with the guilt."

Felicia pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her. Leonie was entirely helpless, forced to watch Dorian bleed out on the cold floor.

She never imagined Felicia could be this vicious. They had been together for years, yet she tossed him to the wolves without a shred of mercy, intent on destroying him.

Abandoning the last of her pride, Leonie begged, "I'm begging you... please let him go."

Felicia smiled thinly.

"You never should have begged me. Or rather, if you knew it would end like this, you shouldn't have played savior. You wanted to rescue him, and all you did was destroy him. I'm done playing with you, little girl."

With that, Felicia turned and walked out of the basement without a second glance. The heavy door locked, trapping them in the suffocating scent of fresh blood. Dorian lay completely unresponsive. No matter how much Leonie shook him, he didn't stir.

Finally, she broke down in hysterical sobs.

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