Chapter 96
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-07-26 02:52:48

Charlotte cried and cried and cried.

Her throat was raw, her body trembling from pain and exhaustion, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

She wept not just for herself, but for the betrayal and the cruel hands that had turned against her. How could her own blood want her dead?

But instead of being moved, her tormentors seemed to feed off her suffering.

Harry watched with a cold smirk from the corner of the room, arms folded as though he were admiring a piece of art.

Carter stood beside him, murmuring something to his cousin, all of them treating her agony like sport. Her sobs, her bruises, and the cuts on her face were all entertainment to them.

“Weak,” Carter muttered.

“Just like her mother.”

Harry chuckled. “She’ll break. And when she does, Elysian Bloom is ours.”

Charlotte raised her head slightly from the cold cement floor with blood smeared across her lip, and her vision blurred. But there was defiance behind her swollen eyes.

Even now, she refused to let them win.

Meanwhile, back h
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