Chapter 383

Inside Jordan's private villa, daylight was already streaming in from outside when Whitney awoke from the searing pain coursing through her body. The agony snapped her back to full awareness in an instant. She had spent the entire night tormented by excruciating pain, drifting in and out of consciousness. Even after revealing her identity to Jordan, he had shown no mercy. If anything, it had only made him go even harder on her. Her screams had echoed through the night until her voice turned hoarse, but it had been useless. This was Jordan's specially designed basement, meticulously soundproofed for one purpose—breaking the women who fell into his hands. Whitney lay there in despair, staring blankly at the mirror before her. The reflection staring back was unrecognizable. Bruises and welts crisscrossed her once delicate and innocent face, now swollen beyond recognition. She had always known Jordan had these twisted tendencies. However, she had never imagined that one day, she would