?<strong>Chapter 113:</strong>


    Elyse couldn’t discern how long she had been unconscious. When she finally came to, she found herself confined in a dark room, likely a basement given the absence of natural light. Suppressing her rising panic and feeling of helplessness, Elyse moved her limbs to alleviate the stiffness, thankfully finding herself unrestrained. She kicked around, hoping to contact something useful, but her efforts were futile; she was alone.


    Her mind raced as she pondered Joanna’s motives for kidnapping her. All she hoped for now was that Joanna would provide at least some food and water. Her throat felt parched in the pitch-ck environment, and Elyse lost all track of time. She eventually drifted off to sleep but was abruptly awakened by approaching footsteps.


    Joanna entered, carrying a ss of sugar water. Upon seeing Elyse looking listless on the floor, she snorted disdainfully and kicked her. “Still alive?” Joanna asked coldly.


    Struggling, Elyse managed to open her eyes and met Joanna’s mocking gaze. “As you can tell, I’m still alive,” she responded, her voice hoarse as she licked her dry lips.


    Joanna scrutinized Elyse’s weakened face and sneered, “A mere 24 hours without food and you’ve be this feeble. Gee.” After a brief pause, she mocked, “Should I be preparing a coffin for you two dayster?”


    Elyse, who had fasted to fit into her dress for the charity banquet, had barely eaten a small piece of cake that evening. She had no desire to engage in verbal sparring with Joanna; preserving her strength was her main concern.


    Bored by Elyse’s silence, Joanna forcefully pulled her up and held the sugar water to her lips. Revitalized by the liquid, Elyse drank it eagerly, like a parched fish revived in water, not missing a single drop. Seeing Elyse’s desperate state, Joanna taunted further, “I have a secret to share. I’ll be Jayden’s woman tonight. We’ll have shared the same man. Aren’t you thrilled?”


    Elyse stiffened but remained silent, her gaze frosty as Joanna grabbed her chin forcefully. “This is your fault. If you hadplied willingly, I wouldn’t have had to return to the Fosters. Now, you’ll experience their cruel methods firsthand,” Joanna used.


    Elyse shot her a re. “Your family members are depraved. How is their behavior my concern? Two women for one man? It’sughable that your family condones such things,” she retorted.


    Joannaughed heartily, herughter turning to tears. “That’s why I say you’re lucky. You weren’t born a Foster. You’re the luckiest of all,” she said, her voice tinged with bitterness.


    However, beneath her facade ofughter, Joanna was seething with anger. Born into the Foster family, she loathed her destiny and, in a fit of fury, repeatedly pped Elyse across the face. As Elyse copsed to the floor, Joanna felt a rush of satisfaction, believing she had released her pent-up anger.


    “Whenever the Foster family patriarch gets angry, he whips others. I never understood why until now. It turns out venting on others is quite thrilling,” Joanna remarked, her tone dark with resentment.


    Gritting her teeth from the pain burning across her cheeks, Elyse responded bitterly, “Joanna Foster, I’ll remember what happened today.”


    “So what? You’re imprisoned. No one will know even if I kill you,” Joanna retorted coldly, her demeanor icy and calcted.


    She then stood up, straightened her clothes, and subdued her lethal impulses. With a smirk, she said, “I’m off to see Jayden now. He’s a cripple. How does he manage? Should I take the lead and sit on hisp?” She taunted Elyse deliberately. “Aren’t you his wife? Tell me, how did you manage? I’ll learn from you and ensure he’s satisfied.”


    Elyse, clenching her jaw, snapped back, “Jayden won’t ept you.”


    “Think it’s up to you? I have countless ways to make him ept me if he refuses,” Joanna boasted, her focus solely on her own agenda.


    All she needed was for Jayden to marry her, and she would gain her freedom—a freedom she desired so deeply that she believed nothing could stand in her way. Elyse suspected that Joanna would resort to drugging Jayden, given her previous statements.


    “You desperate bitch. Jayden will never ept you! Never!” Elyse shouted, her voice filled with conviction.


    Joanna merelyughed at her words. She harbored no affection for the disabled man nor desired his eptance. Her only goal was toplete her mission.


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