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Chapter 147 Wrath · Oct 12, 2026

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105 Chapter 105 Bad Omen 2026-10-12
106 Chapter 106 Tension 2026-10-12
107 Chapter 107 Tenderness 2026-10-12
108 Chapter 108 Unforgiven (R18) 2026-10-12
109 Chapter 109 Delirium (R18) 2026-10-12
110 Chapter 110 Despair (R18) 2026-10-12
111 Chapter 111 Goliath (R18) 2026-10-12
112 Chapter 112 Peak (R18) 2026-10-12
113 Chapter 113 Torment 2026-10-12
114 Chapter 114 Defiance 2026-10-12
115 Chapter 115 Magic Trick (R18) 2026-10-12
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128 Chapter 128 Lips and Tongue Ultimate Combo (R18) 2026-10-12
129 Chapter 129 Swollen 2026-10-12
130 Chapter 130 Spent 2026-10-12
131 Chapter 131 Passionate 2026-10-12
132 Chapter 132 Loophole 2026-10-12
133 Chapter 133 Heat (R18) 2026-10-12
134 Chapter 134 Flooded Depths 2026-10-12
135 Chapter 135 Bun 2026-10-12
136 Chapter 136 Brink 2026-10-12
137 Chapter 137 Mounted 2026-10-12
138 Chapter 138 Magic Tongue 2026-10-12
139 Chapter 139 Creaking Noises 2026-10-12
140 Chapter 140 Tattoo 2026-10-12
141 Chapter 141 Hero 2026-10-12
142 Chapter 142 Sloppy Seconds 2026-10-12
143 Chapter 143 Raw 2026-10-12
144 Chapter 144 Deeper 2026-10-12
145 Chapter 145 Menace 2026-10-12
146 Chapter 146 Secret 2026-10-12
147 Chapter 147 Wrath 2026-10-12
148 Chapter 148 Untouchable 2026-10-12
149 Chapter 149 Audition 2026-10-12
150 Chapter 150 Override 2026-10-12

Chapter 147 Wrath

Ross paused for a brief moment, turning his head just enough to give her a quick, amused glance. His lips curved into a small, teasing smirk.

”You make me blush, Maya. I hope you enjoy the show, then.” His words were light, but the underlying coldness in his tone made it clear he wasnʼt joking.

With that, Ross raised his hands, and a hammer materialized in his grip.

It gleamed under the dim lighting, its weight evident as he held it casually, almost as though it were nothing more than an everyday tool.

Maya had a fleeting thought—How did he get that hammer?—but the memory of his previous cryptic answers stopped her from voicing the question.

Still, she trembled in place when she remembered something.

Maya could not help but shiver at the memory of this very same hammer.

The sound of it, the brutal impact, the screams—it all came rushing back to her in a tidal wave.

She felt her stomach churn, a wave of nausea rising within her.

For a moment, it felt like the world around her spun, and she almost puked right then and there.

Her throat tightened, and the bitter taste of acid bile rose up, threatening to escape.

But she managed to hold it back, her body trembling as she fought to regain control.

She swallowed hard, the taste lingering in the back of her throat, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, trying to push the memories—and the sickness—away.

Maya stayed silent instead.

”No! No, please!” one of the gangsters shouted, his face contorting with panic as he scrambled to free himself from the ropes that held him.

”Stay back!” another yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.

”Not me! Go to Plum or the boss first!” A third gangster, his hands trembling, looked frantically at Nico, who was sitting, frozen, his eyes wide with fear.

The bravado was gone—replaced with raw, primal fear.

Rossʼs smirk deepened as he surveyed them, his eyes locking onto the one who had spoken last.

”Oh, donʼt worry,” he said with chilling calmness, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. ”Iʼve got time for all of you.”

And then, the hammer fell.

The first blow was swift and brutal, and the sharp crack of it echoed in the room, followed by a strangled scream.

”AGGGGHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of it was almost unbearable, but Ross didnʼt flinch. He didnʼt even pause as the man writhed beneath his grasp, his face contorted in agony.

Instead, Ross continued, each swing measured and deliberate, each hit a reminder that mercy was not something he offered to those who crossed him.

Maya stood rooted to the spot, her gaze locked on Ross and the gangsters.

She felt a strange mix of horror and awe—horror for the violence unfolding before her eyes, and awe at the sheer efficiency and coldness with which Ross handled it.

The gangsters, who had once been so confident, now begged for mercy. The ones who had mocked him, who had threatened Maya, now screamed in terror, pleading for their lives.

But Ross paid no heed to their pleas. He continued to swing the hammer, each impact accompanied by another scream, another echo of pain.

The air in the room grew thick with blood, sweat, and fear, the stench of it heavy in the small space.

The gangstersʼ cries filled the room, each one more desperate than the last, but Rossʼs expression never wavered.

Maya could barely tear her eyes away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Part of her wanted to turn away, to block out the gruesome scene in front of her, but another part—one she refused to acknowledge—couldnʼt help but be mesmerized.

There was something undeniable about Rossʼs control, about the way he moved with such precision and purpose.

Each swing of the hammer was like an artistʼs brushstroke, each hit a deliberate step in a process only Ross understood.

The gangsters, now bloodied and broken, begged for their lives, but their cries fell on deaf ears.

”No, please! Not me!” one screamed, his face a mask of terror. ”Iʼll do anything! Just let me go!”

”Stay back, I said!” another pleaded, his voice frantic. ”Go to Plum first, or Nico! Please! Theyʼre the ones at fault here! Weʼre just following orders!”

But Ross didnʼt even flinch. The cries faded into the background as he worked, his focus unshakable.

Maya stood there, unable to look away, as Ross carried out his grim work. He was like a force of nature—unstoppable, ruthless, and unrelenting.

The hours seemed to stretch on, each minute more agonizing than the last.

The sounds of the gangstersʼ tortured screams and the sickening thuds of the hammer filled the room, mixing with the low hum of the lights above.

Finally, when the last of the gangsters had been silenced, their bodies lying in a broken heap on the floor, Ross lowered the hammer with a sigh of satisfaction.

He wiped his brow, as if the task had been a mere inconvenience, and looked at the carnage he had left behind.

”All done,” he said softly, his tone casual, almost like he had just finished a routine task.

For eight hours, Ross worked, each strike a deliberate blow meant not just to break their bodies, but to prolong the agony these bastards would endure.

Every scream, every pleading cry, was music to his ears, but he wasnʼt satisfied with just their screams.

He wanted them to feel it—feel every second of their torment, every ounce of suffering. He didnʼt rush.

There was no need to.

The hours stretched on as he carefully broke bones, shattered spirits, and pushed them beyond the point of sanity.

Maya was still frozen, her body trembling as she took in the aftermath.

The room was eerily quiet now, save for the soft drip of blood falling onto the floor, the gangsters motionless in their painful defeat.

She had ever seen anything like it once. Even after everything she had witnessed, the brutality, the coldness, was staggering.

Ross turned to her, his expression unreadable for a moment, before it softened.

He stepped closer, reaching out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender despite the violence he had just unleashed.

What was truly unbelievable was that, despite the hours of brutal torture, not a single drop of blood touched Rossʼs body or clothes.

”Itʼs done,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

Maya nodded slowly, her emotions a tangled mess.

She could still hear the echoes of the screams in her mind, but in Rossʼs arms, there was a strange sense of peace, a feeling that nothing could harm her while he was there.

”Letʼs go,” Ross said, his voice steady. He offered her his hand, and without a word, Maya took it, allowing herself to be led away from the bloodied room.

They walked through the door, leaving the remains of the gangsters behind, their bodies silent witnesses to Rossʼs wrath.

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