Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1612

As soon as Philip left the room, Summer began to manhandle 00.

With no access point, Ian was stuck in his hiding spot, unsure of how many cameras were in Summer's room, and unable to make a sound.

His initial plan was to douse Summer with the liquid from a small bottle he'd brought, but now that he saw 00, he felt a sense of relief. 00 was his chosen one; she knew what to do.

Summer's enthusiasm soared when dealing with anyone connected to Cynthia. Although he was getting handsy, he wasn't in a rush to devour her. Instead, he grabbed 00 by the hair, studying her face closely.

She winced in pain, playing weak as tears welled in her eyes.

Summer raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips. He was suddenly reminded of the thrill he felt when he had Cynthia locked in the basement - an unspeakable satisfaction.

"Those eyes are quite something. I regretted blinding Cynthia for so long. Didn't have the heart to keep those eyes of hers. But yours, I could keep. What's your name?"

00's face flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks. Summer hated tears in a woman the most. They should be tough like Cynthia, who tried to escape hundreds of times a year, keeping him entertained.

This one had pretty eyes, but she was too soft - he didn't like that. He was merciless with the things he disliked.

His slaps left a few red marks on 00's face, her cheeks swelling, but her gaze remained clear. Summer stood up, his foot crashing into her stomach, his leather shoe kicking hard.

Apart from Cynthia, he never showed mercy to women. They were his cattle, to be humiliated at his whim.

He loved Cynthia so much, yet he blinded her. Women were lowly creatures, just deserving of their fate. If only she had stayed with him, why endure all this?

Summer felt an unprecedented euphoria. Away from the research base, where he couldn't strike anyone he pleased, he now reveled in his cruelty.

Summer didn't die; the injection had rendered him silent, horror dawning in his eyes as his body stiffened.

After doing all those things, 00 had exerted all her strength. She killed Summer, which would discovered by others; her life was over.

Maybe this was her mission all along. She wasn't sure if she had fulfilled Mr. Raymond's task, but she lacked the energy to ponder that.

Thinking of her necklace, a small smile touched her lips. Soon, the room was ablaze, a minor explosion shaking its foundations.

00, to her last breath, remained nameless. And as the flames engulfed her, she envied Maja the most - for Maja had Mr. Raymond's love, something she yearned to experience, if only for a second.

Yet, she was merely a substitute, unworthy even of a name in Ian’s world.