Chapter: 832
The place was void of any windows or Lights, concealing the world of daylight and moonlight beyond. The only companion she
had was darkness.
Ariana, much like a discarded doll, found her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her awareness of time and the outside world had been
obliterated by days of relentless torment.
Footsteps echoed outside the door, causing an involuntary shudder to ripple through Ariana.
The metallic groan of the iron door sounded again as Jasper walked in.
Ariana’s gaze moved, landing on the all-too-familiar needle in his hand. An instinctual dread washed over her, compelling her to
curl up, her face mirroring her fear.
Unruffled, Jasper moved toward Ariana, brushing a fingertip along her trembling ankle. His lips pulled into a satisfied grin as he
declared, “Looks Like GK210 has done its job splendidly.”
At the sight of the syringe he held, Ariana wanted to recoil but was bound in place.
Jasper had been pumping her veins with a serum named GK21@ for the past several days. This substance toyed with her mind,
distorting her emotions and desires until they were unbearable. It was Like blowing air into a balloon, knowing it would eventually
pop. She shuddered to think about the aftermath, her mind breaking, spiraling into an abyss of despair.
Jasper soaked in Ariana’s fear, his Lips curling up into a smirk. He moved to sit beside her, revealing, “I initially planned for
Theodore to watch your transformation into an insatiable beast. But I’ve decided to change the game.”
On that ominous note, he pushed the needle into her arm. A violent shudder rocked Ariana, her eyes overflowing with unchecked
tears. Fear and rage twisted within her, like a wildfire threatening to consume her. She tried to scream, but her voice had
deserted her. The surge of emotions felt Like an all-devouring monster.
Suddenly, a sharp pain in her stomach snapped her back to reality. A stark reminder that she was carrying babies and Theodore
was out there looking for them. She couldn’t afford to crack now.
Remembering Theodore and their unborn babies, Ariana fought back the tears, biting her Lip to keep them at bay.
Jasper retracted the needle, gently wiping her tears. His tender smile seemed out of place. “Why so emotional? I didn’t inject you
with any serum today. It’s just a nutritional fluid.”
He reached out, fingers lightly brushing her cheek. “Once Theodore’s out of the way, we can seek out a peaceful place. This
time, I promise to treat you better. Believe in me, Ariana. We can start anew.”
A fog seemed to cloud Ariana’s mind, leaving her speechless. She closed her eyes, determined not to look at him. But the tears
continued to betray her distress. The physical discomfort refused to abate, Leaving her in a state of anguish. Theodore’s name
echoed in her thoughts, a beacon of hope in her despair.
The following day, as arranged, Theodore arrived at the designated pier and located the specific spot. There was a bag and a
buzzing cellphone waiting for him.
Picking up the phone, he was greeted by a muffled male voice. “Leave the money. Ariana is on the ship at pier three. No funny
business.”
A photo of Ariana, bound and helpless on a deck, was sent to Theodore once the call ended.
Without wasting a moment, he left the money behind and headed towards the place, Ariana‘s image burning in his mind.
Jasper, who was on a ship, pulled out a compact device from his bag. He smirked as he noticed the green dot moving toward
their Location on the screen.
Tied to a post, Darian could only make muffled sounds, his mouth covered with tape.
Jasper glanced at the time, a cruel sneer spreading across his face “In ten minutes, this ship will be history. Don’t worry, you are
not alone. Soon, Theodore will join you.”
Seeing Darian still attempting to make sounds, Jasper yanked off the tape, chuckling, “Any farewell speech, my dear father?”
“How dare you! You’re a heartless traitor, Jasper! I raised you, nurtured you, and this is how you pay me back? You’re nothing
but an ingrate!” Darian shouted angrily.
Jasper merely smirked, his gaze glacial as he retorted, “And who was it that turned this ship into a floating bomb, Dad? Wasn’t it
you?”