He did not even glance my way. With a sneer and cold, calculated precision, he replied, “Say that to your husband, Lily. I am just doing my duty in this family.”
His tone was devoid of any sympathy, his movements detached as he continued cutting through my body as if I were no more than a slab of meat.
That was when it hit me if everything was an order from Sylus Fuentez, my husband. The man who, as head of the powerful Fuentez Mafia family, commanded the obedience of even his own brother.
I had always known the Fuentez family, a powerful mafia family, held power over many, but I never thought I would find myself crushed beneath that power.
“So, what crime did I commit this time? What terrible offense led to my immediate execution the moment you returned from abroad?” I asked bitterly, my voice growing numb as the anesthetic finally began to take effect.
Xavier’s hands paused for a moment, and a twisted smirk appeared on his face. He glanced at me with disdain before replying, “You still don’t understand, do you? Your very existence is your mistake.”