Chapter 87

Bending her legs, she kneeled on the ground. It felt like a dagger was slowly stabbing her heart, drowning out the last glimmer of hope within her with her blood. … As the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, Zayn rose from the bed. After putting on his meticulously tailored, black, high-end suit, he stood tall, exuding refinement. Meanwhile, she laid huddled in bed, utterly disheveled, like an ant crushed underfoot. No matter how hard she struggled, a single step from others would render her helpless. Just as Zayn was about to leave, he lowered his gaze and suddenly noticed the glaring red stain on the sheets. Seeing the blood, a savage fury flashed across his usually refined features. He strode forward, gripping Willow's neck harshly. "Willow, you're quite something, aren't you? You're willing to do anything just to seduce men." Weary, Willow closed her eyes. She didn't bother to defend herself because Zayn was speaking the truth. She had indeed undergone surge